#dsmp x yo

[foxsolace]

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Summary:The reader/you get abandoned in the snow by your legal guardians. You explored but, never thought you would find your forever home right in the snow.

Warnings: Swearing, maybe a hint of angst?, Tommy being Tommy.

(Also if you think the C! Characters are off, it’s because that is how I imagine them to act :)

It was cold. That would most definitely be a understatement, it was more than cold. Treading through the snow with only a jacket, a shirt, and pants, is the worst possible thing that has possibly have ever happened to me. I mean, other than my parents abandoning me but, I think freezing to death is worse than being a orphan. I looked around to see if I could find something, anything. A small light in the distance makes me have a bit of hope and faith in myself.

(3rd POV)

Phil and his children are enjoying some hot cocoa. “I bet I can drink mine faster, Wil!” Tommy challenged his brother. Phil chuckles a bit at Tommy’s determination to beat Wilbur, “You shouldn’t drink so fast or you’ll be complaining that your mouth burning up.” Tommy rolled his eyes, he definitely didn’t ignore Phil just now

“Tommy, listen to Phil.” Techno said blandly, Techno didn’t look up from his book. “Tommy, if you chug it, I’ll give you 10 emeralds.” Wilbur dared Tommy. Tommy’s eyes widened, “10? 15.” Tommy did grabby hand movements. “Fine, 15 emeralds but, you gotta chug it first, Toms.” Wilbur smirked, he knew Tommy would, hopefully, chicken out and he would win and keep his emeralds.

“I’ll be right back.” Techno got some snow gear on and went outside to do whatever he had in mind.

(Techno’s POV)

I got my gear on and went outside. I didn’t hear anyone object so, I went ahead with going out. I looked out into the vast sea of snow and ice, to just see something limping towards me or the house. I quickly got my axe out to finally realize it’s an orphan. The voices started to get louder, begging for blood. But then one of the voices said “It’s adorable, can we keep it?” As soon as that was said, it became war. One side said “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” And the other was more peaceful and more on wanting to keep the orphan.

I decided on taking the kid, it’s already half starved and pretty small. I throw the kid over my shoulders, and started carrying them towards the house.

To Be Continued..?

(Geez it’s been awhile hasn’t it? I might make a part two, if you’ll want one.)

[mcytblrconfessions]

I want hermitcraft x dsmp fics where the hermits get fuckin tossed into this this game of thrones-esque murderland and have to deal with change. there's so many opportunities for it. grian goes there and gets inspired for his death games. if I had the time I'd love to do this, but for now I'll read another fic about tommy going yo hc and being adopted by grian, and I'll eat it up every single time

[mew-tilated-mogai]

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Hi, Im Kei / Guzma , You might already know me cus I used to be an owner of the (now defunct) coining blog Bugbane-xenos. Or you might even know me from reddit or discord.

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[lennjamin-o7]

the fic i was looking for was estranger things! danny calling himself his own grandfather was so funny. i have the great fortune of being both a danny phantom and a dsmp fan so i can enjoy all of your writing. that said i am on a strong dsmp kick atm so i have reread all of your dsmp works in the time since my last message :') your technoblade is just so good. he makes me laugh

Oh cool! I'm glad you liked that one! It's a very silly one lololol. Definitely one of my more lighthearted fics!

I'm so glad you like how I wrote Techno!!! My favorite Pigman!

And heck yeah to being both dsmp and Danny Phantom fan! It's a fun life! I've been desperately trying to pull together a Danny Phantom x DSMP crossover idea because I love both so much. I have SOME vibes for it in my head.

Here's what I've got so far, anyway

Yo, Technoblade he was just 14 when his parents made a very strange machine!

Unlike in Danny Phantom, Techno would be an only child. Which is exhausting. His parents care more about their research than they care about him. And as the kid of the weird scientists, he has NO FRIENDS at school. (That's right, its a No One Knows AU. So much angst potential). He's bullied, poor piggy.

His parents portal doesn't work, so for curiosity sake he goes inside and-oops! The portal to The Ghost Zone opens on top of him, half killing him and giving him ghost powers.

Cue Theme Song.

The fic would be THREE CHAPTERS! NO LONGER THAN THREE!

Anyway, first chapter would be dedicated to Technoblade fighting off the weird musician ghosty with fire powers, Wilbur Soot. Wilbur Soot is using his musical abilities to brainwash everyone into basically worshipping him. DP Technoblade would defeat him by pointing out how cringe it was that Wilbur Soot had to brainwash everyone to even listening to his music. Lame. The dude had 0 confidence in his own music. Wilbur Soot gets super peeved off about this, ready to blast Technoblade's eardrums when Technoblade offhandedly mentions he didn’t need to brainwash everyone anyways. Because his music is good. Wilbur Soot is stopped by that. Wilbur seems legitimately excited that someone enjoys his music without the brainwashing, and Technoblade rolls with it. Wilbur Soot promises to stop with the brainwashing if Technoblade promises to meet up and let him play music for him. Technoblade agrees, but says he can't do it too often because he has so much work keeping the ghosts in line.

Wilbur Soot tells him not to worry about it. He'll handle it.

Suddenly, a lot less ghosts come through the portal.

Chapter 2 sees a different ghost causing issues. At first, Technoblade doesn't see it as an issue. Why should he care that all the adults are listening to some trash discs? It doesn't effect him. And Wilbur Soot seems to get a kick out of absolutely rinsing the music disc at every opportunity, saying it sounded like the artist was "forced to write a song for a child".

Techno's parents wanting to go off on some cruise? Totally fine with him. Less dangerous with his parents not around. And Technoblade is desperate for a break. The ghosts have chilled out quite a bit, but it's hard to do school work AND worry about whether or not your family's water was going to get cut off. He never gets to be a kid.

Which is why he is so annoyed when a child ghost with a pirate ship attacks his house. The kid steals a bunch of Tech from his parents. The kid, calling himself Tommy Innit, is very annoying. Technoblade tries to stop him, but fails.

Something else would go here, but basically all the parents get kidnapped on Tommy Innit's pirate cruise for *reasons* and Techno goes to save them. Only to find a very bored Wilbur Soot dressed as a pirate, and a very exhuberant Tommy Innit speaking like a pirate. Technoblade asks what Wilbur is even doing there, and Wilbur Soot says that he has to humor his little brother sometimes.

Tommy Innit throws all the stops at Technoblade. Canons, guns, swordfighting, swashbuckling, etc. Tommy Innit is have the time of his life (or death). He keeps talking about how fun the whole thing is. Or complaining when Technoblade "cheats". Technoblade is about to lose, when he tells Tommy Innit he can't just shoot him. He needs to make Techno walk the plank. Tommy Innit eagerly agrees, and points him towards the plank. He asks Techno if he has any last words and Techno points out that Wilbur Soot should walk the plank as well. Wilbur Soot is just flabbergasted by that, But Techno points out that Wilbur didn't help at all when his Captain needed him. It was worth walking the plank. Tommy Innit agrees, and tries to get Wilbur to also walked the plank. Wilbur refuses. Techno points out that that means it's a mutiny. Tommy Innit is gleeful at the concept of a mutiny, pointing his sword at Wilbur Soot. Wilbur is not all that amused. Technoblade volunteers his services in bringing the "treacherous snake" down in exchange for not having to walk the plank. Tommy Innit agrees and Technoblade full tackles Wilbur Soot, much to Wilbur Soot's dismay and Tommy Innit's delight. They roll around on the deck for a bit, Techno promising he will make it up to Wilbur if he just plays along. Wilbur gives in and goes overdramatic with it.

Tommy Innit is over the moon. He is having so much fun. Wilbur, why didn't you tell him Techno was so much fun? Technoblade points out that there was no way that all the kidnapped adults were any fun. Tommy Innit hadn't even noticed that they evacuated.

Tommy Innit looks and is upset that all of his prisoners have disappeared. No one ever wants to play with him. Technoblade offers to play with him occasionally, if he would, you know, not kidnap people.

Tommy Innit asks if he can kidnap Techno sometimes, instead, because its funny. Techno agrees, but not more than once a month. He has responsibilities. He can't play all the time.

Tommy Innit Agrees, super happy with the idea.

Suddeny, Technoblade's home no longer has to worry about bills anymore. Huh. Maybe his parents finally started to act like parents. He doesn't really complain when Tommy Innit and Wilbur Soot start monopolizing more of his time.

Chapter 3 Listen, this chapter is going to be Reign Storm. But there is no Vlad character in this AU, so I don't know how to start it. Maybe Techno's parents go into the Ghost Zone and steal the ring of rage? Who knows. But the Ghost King is awake, finally free from the eternal sleep he was forced into. Thousands of ghost refugees pour out of the portal. Technoblade is incredibly concerned that he doesn't see Wilbur or Tommy.

Technoblade is doing his best keeping all of the ghosts from hurting people, plus playing keep away with the giant ghost crows that were trying to return the ring of rage back to the Ghost King. Techno is exhausted, everyone is terrified, his parents are trying to use inventions that might get them killed. He's havinf a bad day.

The ghost king pulls the entire town into the ghost zone.

Technoblade is shocked by the whole thing, terrified with no way to fix it.

And then the Ghost King shows up.

King Philza is intense. Burning crown on his head with regal robes flowing all around. Wings blacked than the night sky raised behind him.

He demands the ring back, or else.

Technoblade chooses the latter.

It's not a close fight at all. Technoblade is tired and the ghost king is POWERFUL, even without the ring. Technoblade is forced to change back into his human form, in front of everyone to see. His secret is out, he's injured, and he isn't able to move out of the crater in the ground the ghost king knocked him into.

The king takes back the Ring of Rage, putting it on his finger. He's even more powerful, which Technoblade thinks is cheating. The Ghost King raises a hand and intends to wipe Techno from existence-

Two figures block the hand. Both start shouting at the Ghost King, incredibly annoyed that their Dad would attack their friend. That Technoblade hasn't even had his first deathday and that Dadza was being a bully.

King Philza is incredibly confused. There is no way that Technoblade hasn't reached his first deathday. He's too powerful. But Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit insist.

Technoblade is a young ghost and he's like a brother to them.

No actually-

He is their brother.

Technoblade tries valiantly to crawl out of the crater. He is hurt, and can't focus on all of the conversation. One minute he is staring at the remains of the football field-

The next he is staring into piercing blue eyes. He flinches back, but two fingers touch his temple. And then everything is black.

Technoblade wakes in a bed inside Philza's Keep, deep in the ghost zone. He cannot leave, phasing through things doesn't work. He is stuck.

Wilbur and Tommy seem over the moon. Their Dad is finally home and they can play with Techno whenever they want!

King Philza seems indulgent of his sons, but doesn't have a ton of time. It takes time to reprganize the entirety of the Infinite Realms under he control. It takes effort into crushing all resistance.

But he makes it known that his newest son WILL behave. He shows Techno a glass ball, inside containing the entirety of Techno's whole town. It would be so easy to shatter.

Technoblade submits, being hugged tightly by an excited Wilbur and Tommy.

So, yeah, I would love to get around to writing that. Especially fleshing out some of the shakier parts lol. But basically Wilbur is Ember, Tommy is Youngblood, and Phil is Pariah Dark. With a LOT of liberties thrown in!

[hamsamwich23]

Hello and welcome, Silly Critters

About me

My name is Sam and/or Mort, I'm 19 years old. I identify as pan + demiromantic-asexual, and my pronouns are he/they/it/xe. I am also polyamorous and have one partner (whom I love very much💛).

My hobbies include writing (mostly fanfiction), playing video games, role play, photography, and more. I am currently working on two AU's, which will be mentioned later. (After my DNI)

My interests include: Hello Puppets, Doki Doki Literature Club, 1nv4d3r Z1m, Adventure Time, Hollow Knight, Cult Of The Lamb, Don't Hug Me Im Scared, Milk inside a bag of milk +Milk outside a bag of milk, Amanda The Adventurer, Welcome Home, Smile For Me, Happy Game, Slime ranchers, Among Us, Minecraft, Fall Guys, GHOST and pals music, Vane Lily music, R.I.P music, Limbo, Inside, Bojack Horseman, Yo Kai Watch (1st and 2nd Games), Nexo Knights, Night In The Woods, Deltarune, Undertale, Undertale Yellow, The Dog Island, The backrooms, Liminal Space, Tomodachi Life, That's Not My Neighbor (Bolded interests are my current special interests and main focuses)

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Thank you for reading

[cherry-liss]

OMG !!! HELLO!!!

CAN YOU PLEASE DO A

SLEEPY BOIS X LITTLE SISTER?!!!

A VERY normal day with the big bro's, Sleepy Bois! |

DSMP/ Dream SMP : Ph1LzA,Tommy,Techno,Wilbur x Little Sibling!Reader

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request from grace-bladee ~!!! hiiii :D:D thank u for all the request!!

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"LIL' SIS!! WAKE UP!!" Tommy shouted into your ear. You screamed, "TOMMY!!!" You crossed your arms as you looked mad at him. "I was having such a good dream of delicious cakes- WOAH-!" "Don't care about that, we have porridge that Phil made!" Tommy exclaimed, picking you up.

"Yo, morning lil' sis." Wilbur waved as he stopped playing the guitar to look at you. "Morning big bro Wil." You groaned.

Dadza laughed hysterically, "Good morning mate."

"Morning Dadza!" Your mood suddenly lifted up, while being on Tommy's shoulders. "I made porridge for everyone, wait, where's Techno?"

"Bruuuhhh...." Technoblade says, getting out of his room. "You called?" Techno asked. "Porridge?" Phil asks as he gives a bowl of porridge to Techno. "Thanks." Techno says as he goes up to the dining table.

Tommy lets go of you and sits at a chair, "Hey! This is my chair!" Wilbur speaks in a strong british accent. "Well I sat here first Motherfvcker!" Tommy replied, seemingly angry. "Language at the table, you little fvckers." Phil says.

"RIGHT BACK AT YOU!" The two say, continuing to argue. You facepalmed and continued to eat your porridge.

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this one's got me very very very lazy...

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ~ cherry~liss

[goatlingsvent]

Yo, ikkyoutan anon here, sry that was rly weird in hindsight I was trying to say you can’t generalize an entire culture of people too “oh obv they like this bc their x race/ethnicity”. Oh and the dsmp comics can be found just by googling ikkyoutan.

📻

[beardisable]

Hope u don't mind me adding on from a cosplayer perspective0(I'M SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG AHSGDHAGS FUCK)

I only joined in 2021 and then wasn't much in the Fandom besides my local scene(first time there was a Scene for a Fandom I was in where I lived???) so I didn't see a lot of the fanart and fanart development youre talking about. But it's fucking awesome and also fascinating from a cosplay perspective.

I'm sure earlier cosplayers can talk more on this but when I joined there was already a lot of ppl doing more intricate designs than what the base Minecraft skins are like. Which was so fucking cool to me!! I had experimented before with adding on details that weren't Canon to my cosplays but I'd never considered doing it to the extent i saw on Iike 2020- tiktok, but being in dsmp and seeing all the varied fanart really encouraged me to start making more intricate designs apart from "copy character model exactly" and I think that's so important to me and to Fandom in general. It breeds so much creativity which is fukxing wonderful :D

Like 50% of my close friend group have cosplayed q or diff versions of Wilbur for instance and everyone has different ideas and different parts emphasized and I think that's so fucking cool. It also leaves a lot of room for beginners to experiment with stuff and not be dissapointed when smth doesn't turn out completely like Canon bc like. The Canon is a block figure lmaoo go fucking ham yo

Plus it makes room for people to like ask about the specific additions to have for your cosplay which leads to sharing interesting headcanons and fanart/content you like which leads to talking more which leads to friendship :DDDD at least in my experience

Also kind of a funny story related to cosplaying and cons that relates to designs: local cons we all frequented obvs have certain rules for cosplay competitions and costumes, which is fine. But defile(means that your costume and craftsmanship is the most important part of your preformance to be judged on) is judged on the Basis of "how well can you exactly recreate the Canon costume/a specifc design" bc it shows well crafts knowledge and attention to detail and skill to translate image to physical.

Which is fine and all but it lead to a situation where dsmp/mcyt cosplayers, especially ones who had intricate beautiful but no canon designs Couldn't really do defile, and when asked about it were told it would have to be the Literal Block Characters for max accuracy if they wanted to go into defile category 💀

I'm pretty sure it's solved now on the basis of like, for defile you have to have an image of the design, either from another artist or yourself as a reference and it's considered like a fan design or original design. But yeah like that's such a specific and wild situation we had in the cosplay community and it was pretty funny bc there were SO MANY dsmp cosplayers on stage(and on the floor obvs) esp right out of lockdowns, that it was impossible to Not take their wishes into account. Like it was literally a joke by the announcer in 2021 that this cons performances were almost genshin-dsmp back to back which was so interesting to see lmao.

As an additional thought: with dsmp having so many diverse designs people can mix and create, there's a lot less of like "it's not super close to Canon :(" or "oh my cosplay didn't turn out as well as x persons :(" (well theres obvs still a lot of the last one, esp since now there's like an expectation you'd try to be original and creative when not everyone does that/takes inspiration) BUT pretty much eliminating that first one is imo very cool 😎

i need to make a post about the differences in dsmp fanart between 2020 and now . someone remind me

[shakirawastaken]

A whole new world: Chapter 2

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wilbur stared at the girl he had spotted with lovestruck eyes. now, he had never believed in love at first sight, but he would be damned if he didn't change his mindset now. he admired the girl's beautiful hair and her charming physique and the kind and confident look in her eyes. he puffed up his chest, shooed friend away, and made his way towards the girl.

meanwhile, oblivious to the lovestruck man admiring her, the girl, who's name is (y/n) was looking at the various breads this vendor was selling. you didn't want to purchase any of the baked goods that morning, turned away, adjusting her hood to block your face out from anyone else in the bazaar. you were about to push your way through the crowd until you noticed two little girls staring longingly at the bread. their clothes were ragged and dirty, and looked rather small on them.

"are you two hungry?" you asked the girls, slowly bending down to their level to look the both of them in their eyes. the two girls slowly looked at one another, before nodding rapidly to you. you smiled and grabbed two loaves of bread off of the table and handed them to the girls. they stared at the bread with wide eyes before giving you wide smiles and running off, hopefully to their families to tell them of the kind woman who had given them bread. you stood up to your full height and smiled, etching in the memories of the girl's grins in your mind.

suddenly, you felt a harsh grip on your wrist. with a gasp, you whipped your head around to face the street vendor, who had a menacing look on his face.

"excuse me?" (y/n) asked the vendor, rather exasperated at the sudden contact.

"you gave those girls my bread!" he exclaimed, thinking his motive for grabbing her was obvious.

"so? they were hungry!",you shot back, justifying her reasoning for giving the girls bread.

"are you going to pay for that bread?"

your eyes widened with realization. you had forgotten about payment. as your mind reeled to come up with an answer, the vendor got angrier and angrier.

"so? where is my money?!" he asked her, crossing his arms and glaring at the girl. "do i need to call the guards?"

wilbur, who was watching all of this unfold, decided that this was the best time to step in to the conversation.

he walked up next to you, pretending to look at the bread. "do you trust me?" he leaned down and whispered in your ear. seeing you give a very slight nod, he nodded as well and unfolded his plan.

"there you are!!" he exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around you shoulder. "i was looking all over for you!" he glanced down at you and gave you a quick wink, silently telling you to play along.

"sorry? i got lost?" you said, playing along with his ruse. wilbur nodded, and turned to street vendor.

"sorry sir, she tends to lose her common sense sometimes. i'll just take her back to her house now, you have a good day! bye!" he said, quickly, not giving the man any time to register his words.

"this way," he whispered to you, gesturing towards a street that was a bit less crowded. you nodded and ran in that direction, him closely following behind you.

"thank you," you breathed out after he deemed that the two of you, and the monkey, and ran far enough to be followed.

"no problem, (y/n)? was it?" he asked, his eyes still glancing around at the chance of being spotted by someone.

"yes," you said, "(y/n)."

"nice to meet you, i'm wilbur." he said, smiling at you and sticking out his hand as a form of greeting. you grinned and shook his hand, glad you had met someone new today.

"i was so scared we were going to get in trouble," you admitted, as you leaned against the wall of the alleyway, sighing.

"oh please," wilbur started, a smirk painting his face as he leaned on the wall opposite to yours. "you're only in trouble if you get caught."

you rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh, him smiling in response. "do you live around here?" you asked him, in an attempt to make conversation.

"kind of," he answered, reverting back to that defensive mode you had seen him in earlier. "do you want to see?"

you shrugged and nodded, gesturing with your hand for him to lead the way. as the two of you pushed your way through the streets of agrabah, you noticed that he had started talking? to a monkey, which you assumed to be his pet. you walked past vendors and went through streets that you didn't even know existed until you came to stop at a dead-end in the middle of an alleyway.

he half-smiled at you and then pulled a rope above him, which let down a run-down ladder sort of thing.

"welcome," he told you, now realizing how embarrassing this whole scenario really was. who was he to invite you, a woman with probably a very nice house and family, to his "home". you gasped and moved past him and started to climb the ladder.

"this is awesome !!!" you exclaimed, looking down on him from your perch on the ladder. "well, it's your house, climb!"

did you just say it was awesome? his "home? was awesome? you were really were something. wilbur grinned and climbed up behind you, pulling up the ladder once you both reached the top.

"this is it, its not much, but at least it's something." he said as he threw one arm out and looked around at the place. you, on the other hand, were too busy looking out the window at the bustling streets of the city and imagined the lives of people there and the freedom of choice they all had as well.

"it's so pretty," you said quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere of the room. he, unlike you, looked up at the palace that was in view, admiring the glistening domes of the buildings as he imagined what it would be like to live in the palace. "it really is," he said, leaning onto the windowsill.

"what's that?" you asked him, pointing down to some commotion that was going on in the streets.

he glanced down, and replied uninterested, "another suitor going to try and marry the princess, why?"

"i," you glanced down wildly at the decorated carriages and numerous amounts of guards covering them. "i have to go get ready!" you exclaimed, not realizing what you had just said to this man. "thank you once again!" you exclaimed as you took off down the ladder and into the streets of agrabah.

"wait!" wilbur called out after you, wanting to know if he was ever gonna see you again. of course, he also wanted to ask you what it was like to be the princess and live in the palace. unfortunately, he was too late, and couldn't catch up to you. he screeched to a stop in the street, and sighed, he would probably never see you again.

"move out of the way street rat!" he heard from behind him and sighed, staring up at the guard who was sat upon the horse. it was the same guard from this morning, the one with the goggles. he hoped he wouldn't get recognized.

"who are you calling a street rat?" he asked judging, as he knew the answer deep down.

"you," the guard scoffed out, "you probably have fleas."

wilbur grumbled as he stepped out of the way, "i don't have fleas." he sighed as he watched the parade for the princess go through the bazaar and sighed. he trudged back to his home, mind only on you. the princess of agrabah.

lmao dude that ending sucked so much

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[supernatural-bias]

c!Quackity x Reader

━"Godfather(s)"

━Quackity, Ranboo, Tubbo, Michael

━Tw: Fainting

━Notes: Welcome to another chapter created by both Beep and me. I'm thinking of inviting them to be my co-author but shhhhh. It's a surprise :D (Also this is a platonic one-shot)

━Song: "Russian" By Caravan Palace

Almost everyone knew Michael, Tubbo and Ranboo's adopted son. It was kind of hard not to after all. They were considered the perfect family to most people, some even envying the odd pair. Who people didn't know about however was (Y/n).

If you had asked any regular person walking through the streets of Snowchester, they'd look at you strangely before heading on without so much as another glance.

The young girl who couldn't be any older than 5 was found by the husbands on the coldest day of the year around Christmas time.

She had been leaning against a tree, her blue dry lips were cracked and bleeding from the cold, her skin pale with a small hint of blue underneath. It was a miracle she survived, but since that day she had been able to handle any cold temperatures. The tundra seemed like the perfect place for her, the snow allowing her to play outside like any child should.

Unfortunately there was always a downside. She couldn't handle the heat well.

It always managed to make her feel woozy and uncomfortable, even if it was just a normal summer's day. Shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt were almost always a must; as was a cold bottle of water. Ranboo and Tubbo spared no expenses when it came to their kids.

However, this climate sensitivity was the exact opposite for her younger (also adopted) brother. The small piglin named Michael could handle heat extraordinarily well, and though he couldn't swim in lava he easily handled the extreme temperatures of the nether without being phased.

The two siblings always got along well, and as they got older their bond seemed to grow with them. (Y/n) would help Michael if he had anything he needed picked up from town, and Michael would go through the nether to travel to places that were further away. Unfortunately for the children, their parents were almost never home and constantly working, but this meant they got to spend more time together, so they couldn't complain too much.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the family had a day to themselves. No work, no chores needed to be done, no errands to be ran. It was just the four of them sitting in front of the living room with a various amount of toys and books scattered amongst the feet.

That was, until a knock was heard on the door.

Tubbo got up, saying he would get it, and (Y/n) trailed behind him. She walked slowly, but with a little bounce. After all, not many people showed up on their door-step.

Tubbo opened the door, but nobody was there. He looked at the ground through his fluff of hair and saw a single envelope. It looked official and propper, a real wax seal closing the seal with a custom logo on it. He picked the fine material up and looked over it, searching for a sender, but couldn't seem to find one. He looked at it suspiciously, but took (Y/n)s hand to bring her back to the family room anyway.

After sitting back down in his armchair, Tubbo signaled for Ranboo to come over to look at the letter with him. (Y/n) sat down to play with Michael, the toy train shining in the light of the fireplace. (Y/n) sweated from the heat coming from it. She ignored the fabric of her shirt clinging to her like a wet towel and played 'save the orphans' with Michael instead.

As Tubbo ripped open the letter and read through it from behind his children, his eyes widened in surprise, then squinted in suspicion, only to then smile in pure joy. Although she was only 7, (Y/n) knew something was up as she glanced back behind her.

She told her dad's she was going to the bathroom in the next second, receiving the response to go. Once she stepped out of the room she immediately heard them talking about the contents of the letter.

"It's an invite from Big Q to a Christmas party." Tubbo starts explaining, happiness in his voice. "He said mostly everyone in the SMP is invited, including our family." He said. (Y/n) didn't understand why he was that happy about the whole ordeal until he said,

"He also added that (Y/n) is invited." (Y/n) could feel her heart drop. She was invited too? How did he even know who she was?

I mean, the only people she really got to talk to was her family and Foolish, the nice man who helped build their house. Sure, he was energetic and tended to work for hours without rest, but he was mostly a chill guy!

(Y/n) had heard rumors of this so-called "Big Q" from her parents. He sounded scary, being the owner of a casino with a huge scar down his face. Her 7 year old brain pictured him as a tall, buff man with a lot of scary knives! He probably had a deep voice that scared anyone that heard it.. No way did she want to go to his party!

She ran to the bathroom, trying not to cry from fear. Surely her parents wouldn't make her go to this guy's Christmas party, right?

Well, that's what she thought at least. But here she was, in a red dress that was too hot for her liking, standing in front of a giant building with letters that she couldn't read. Another issue with her parents being at work most of the time, she didn't know many things about the outside world, or basic education. It was starting to become an issue as she got older.

She nervously held Michael's hand, keeping her eyes on her small, newly shined, black shoes. They made her feel hot as well. Overall her outfit felt stuffy and like she wasn't getting enough air.

"Hello Tubbo Underscore and the rest of the family!" A kind voice yelled, and (Y/n) looked up to see some kind of.. slimy guy. Actually, no, he was a slimy guy. He was green with glasses that were literally inside of his head.

He bounded over from a building with lots of noise coming from it, a strange see through substance oozing in his wake.

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped in shock, and she reached out to poke him when he got close enough. She giggled as a glob of slime was stuck to her finger. Ranboo slapped her hand away harmlessly and silently scolded her for being rude, but the man she poked didn't seem to care.

"Oh! Our special guest! Hello (Y/n) Underscore of Snowchester!" Slime guy said. (Y/n) quickly backed up to hide behind her black-and-white father.

Ranboo put a comforting hand on her shoulder, nodded at slime guy, and led the family into the Casino in the middle of town. The large building was mostly empty, except for a few people. She saw a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, him seeming to be the most normal one in the group. That was, until he started yelling. (Y/n) quickly moved away from him when he yelled. Her dress fluttered nervously as she tittered off into a different direction. All the shouting made her squirmy.

She then saw a pretty girl with pink hair talking to another pretty girl with white fluffy hair, rainbow highlights, and.. ram horns?! She looked up at her goat-like father, back at the woman, and back at her father. They both had horns! Cool!

"Oh! Hey Big Q!" Her fluffy-haired father called out, and (Y/n) quickly cowered behind her taller dad in fear. She heard footsteps tapping the ground before a pair of expensive-looking shoes appeared in her line of vision. That line being the floor she refused to look up from.

"And look who it is!" She heard rustling, and then a face popped up in her sight. She squealed in panic, jumping and stepping backwards. "Woah, woah, calm down chica!" He exclaimed, a small smile on his face. (Y/n) could see his gold tooth in his smile as well as the cloudy grey eye and the.. huge scar!! The rumors were true!!

Quackity had on a closed eye smile, peering down at her with a large grin. He was probably the least intimidating he had been in a while, but to (Y/n) he was still the man with lots of knives.

The 7-year-old, in a panic, took off running. "(Y/n)- Aw, shit." Quackity sighed, face-palming. He knew he scared little kids, but he had hoped it wouldn't be that bad this time. He looked over the rest of the shocked family slightly more deflated, only to spot Michael looking up at him in awe. Quackity saw how half of the boy's face was a skeleton, and he ran his hand over his scar with a smile.

"Look, kid, we match!" He said happily. Michael let out a happy snort and pointed to his skeletal half.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was stumbling through the crowd. Her head was spinning, everything was slowing down and speeding up too much. She was dizzy, and when she stopped to take a large breath to calm down, everything went black. Only a few seconds later she heard panicked voices all around her.

(Y/n) couldn't even open her eyes, she felt overheated and exhausted, she laid there in pain, clawing her shoes off and whimpering for her family. Her knees hurt from falling over, and she thought she hurt her nose. Everyone just seemed to be standing there, staring at her, and she burst into tears.

"It's so hot." She practically sobbed, talking to no one in particular. She just wanted the pain to end.

"Move over!!" A voice yelled, and the pretty lady from earlier ran over, poofy hair bouncing with every step. Not that (Y/n) could see, seeing as she were curling in on themselves with eyes closed tightly.

(Y/n) reached her hands out as a reflex when the nice lady picked her up, tears still running down her young face.

"I want dad.." she cried, gently grabbing onto one of the lady's horns. Resisting the urge to beam softly at that action, the woman looked around quickly and saw Ranboo running around in a panic. Oh, they adopted another kid? Wow.

Puffy rushed over, jewelry clacking along the way. (Y/n) had calmed down by then, her sobs turning into a runny nose and a wet face. As they reached Ranboo, she reached her arms out and hugged her dad who frantically hugged her back.

"Puffy! Thank you so much, we were trying to introduce her to Qua-'' He started rambling, but Puffy just smiled and told him it was no big deal. It was as if this had happened before.

After returning to her family, (Y/n) hugged Tubbo and Michael and then turned to face Quackity.

She sniffled loudly while taking a second look at him. This time he seemed a bit more closed off and quiet. His hands were behind his back and head tilted down at the ground. Almost as if he was a little sad.

(Y/n) didn't like sad people.

"I-I'm sorry for running off earlier! I thought you had a lot of knives!" She apologized, only hiccuping once. Quackity eyes scrunched up in confusion at the statement, but overall brushed it off.

"It's ok chica." He smiled, crouching to her height. (Y/n) almost backed away, but remembered how disappointed he had looked just a second ago. So she stayed.

"I just wanted to tell you that Ranboo and Tubbo decided to make me your Godfather. Well, one of them at least. The other is currently running a burger van, but that's not what's important!" He said, holding out his arms to pick her up. She hopped into his hands.

At this point, (Y/n) was warming up to him. His scar was beginning to look less scary and more cool to her. (Y/n) wondered what it would be like to run her small hand down it. Would it tickle Quackity? What would his laugh sound like?

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm basically in charge of you if something happens to your parents or they're busy with work-" (Y/n) gasped in excitement and efficiently cut his rambles off.

"They're ALWAYS busy with work! You mean you'll see me all the time!" Quackity looked between Ranboo and Tubbo with the slightest bit of disappointment in his eyes at the claim. Sighing, he turned back to (Y/n) with a smile.

"Of course sweetheart." He chuckled.

(Y/N) smiled back. "Cool! Can you tell me stories a lot? I like the ones about-" Ranboo rushed over and covered her mouth before she could say Technoblade, who she decided was her favorite person after he let her wear his crown once.

The pinkette oddly had not seemed to mind that she technically was an orphan. Must be the (Y/n) charm.

"..That's enough.." Ranboo laughed nervously, remembering Quackity and Technoblade's rough history. He took the girl out of Quackity's arms and thanked him for letting them come for the party. Tubbo picked up Michael and they all decided to head home, but not after a scolding for running away and then a check to make sure she was ok from fainting.

Quackity waved them off from behind. He enjoyed spending time with his god daughter and was looking forward to telling slime all about it.

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After getting home and sending (Y/n) and Michael off to bed, Tubbo and Ranboo sighed as they started walking off to their bedroom down the hall.

With a creak of the door and one more tired sigh, both of the men flopped onto their separate beds. A few moments was spent in blissful silence before the flick of the light made them jump.

"So, Quackity and I have to BOTH be her Godfather's? You know how much I hate sharing." A dark voice chuckles.

Both boys freeze in panic. They recognized that voice. The raspy tone, the dark tone...

"Especially when I have to share something as powerful as her."

Hehe cliff hanger bitches

Also, enjoy the double update I'm about to drop on you all haha

I'm so tired. I stayed up untill 2 am last night doing finals shit. Also, my school lit on fire today

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-WayToSarcastic

[slstarrycity]

Husbands :3 Ranboo cat and Tubbo weasel! Doodled at work lol

[ramzawrites]

(Platonic techno x Piglin Hybrid Reader)

Imagine a 7-8 y/o piglin hybrid finds techno's nether portal and out of pure childhood curiosity decides to go through it and ends up in the snow biome. They almost immediately get frostbite and pass out due to living in the nether and usually being warm. Eventually techno finds the child by his nether portal and look's around to see no parents so assumes they are an orphan he goes to pull out his orphan obliterater but the voices get louder telling him to take them home and protect them eventually gives in wraps his cape around them and brings them home to warm them up

(Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

-Anon :)

Kin - Piglin!Child!Reader and Technoblade

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request :]

Summary: Y/N was just too curious! This weird black frame with the purple light was surely not there before! Maybe they should look at it a bit further. The light just looked too inviting!

Words count: 3023

Authors Note: My first Techno fic! YO! I really love him alot! He is one of my favorite CCs and also favorite Character in the dsmp :) Wish I found a better way to cut this one off but I had so much fun writing this!

Y/N’s little Piglin hands slowly traveled up the rough Netherrack that they were hiding behind. Grabbing the edge of the rock as their head followed along, their eyes peaking over cautiously.

There was this weird black frame with what looked like a purple pool inside of it. It emitted a rumbling but kind of musical sound that seemed to call out to Y/N. In fact, they only found this weird portal only due to the sounds. Never in their young life have they heard anything like it.

They have only seen something like this here and there whenever their clan moved on from a region but usually those seemed to be broken. The frame only half finished without a light coming out of it. Elders and the adults would always remind them to stay far away from it since apparently it could be dangerous, but Y/n couldn’t understand how.

It just stood there playing its music that seemed to almost call out to the Piglin. Wanting it to get closer and listen to its magical melody.

How could be something so beautiful be considered dangerous?

Taking another look around, Y/N made sure they were alone. Secretly having run off to follow this sound they managed to pick up on. It’s not like their parents would look for them on account that their parents were already dead.

Now the Elders took care of them, but they were usually too busy with clan business to realize when they ran off on their own adventures.

Once again checking that there were no Ghasts or other dangerous mobs around Y/N climbed over the rock. Landing on what looked like a pathway that led to the black frame.

Closer to the structure Y/N took the time to get a good look at the rock that has been used for the frame. It was a deep black and yet it somehow seemed to have a purple shine. If it came from the vortex between or the rock itself Y/N couldn’t tell, nor did they care enough to figure that out. Too amazed by it.

The sound was now really loud, and Y/N could tell that it came definitely from the purple light. It seemed to swirl in of itself almost like liquid and yet it stayed in the air as if it were glass put between the stone.

Mesmerized by it the child slowly put their hand into the light, trying to figure out what the material was.

But the only thing they felt was how cold it felt and it seemingly pulling on them. Trying to pull them deeper in. Scared Y/N immediately pulled their arm away, holding it close to their chest. Warming the cold limb up with their own body and the temperature of the Nether.

They have never felt anything like this. It was interesting. They knew what cold was but never like this. Only having felt an occasional breeze from jumping around or running around and even then, it was nothing compared to what they just felt.

Was this vortex doing this? Was this the purpose? Is this the dangerous part? How?

Y/N was already so incredible curious, but this really spiked their curiosity. What would happen if they just stood in there?

With this question in mind the kid placed one foot in the frame, soon followed by the next. The vortex completely engulfing them. Purple being the only thing they were able to see. This cold feeling immediately hitting them like a brick wall.

With a surprised grunt with how huge the temperature difference was, the child jumped away, hoping to get back to the familiar warmth but as they did the cold didn’t disappear.

The portal was still there but suddenly there was this bright light all around them. White as far as they could see.

Now panicking the child desperately looked around but their body was still dealing with the sudden temperature drop.

The world spinning around making it difficult for them to get a good look at where they were. Darkness crept in at the edges of their vision which they desperately tried to fight against.

Without realizing Y/N crashed onto the white ground which seemed to be even colder than the air around. Sneaking into the thin clothing and prickling at the skin. Their heart beating incredible fast and, in their ears, and yet they suddenly felt so tired.

The coldness that was so uncomfortable before suddenly turning more comfortable. Their breathing calming down as their eyes fell shut. Submerging themself into the world of darkness.

Luckily for Y/N, Technoblade was on his way towards the Netherportal himself. He managed to run out of Blaze Rods and needed to gather more for his potions only to spot something or rather someone lying face down in the snow.

At first, he assumed that for some reason Tommy managed to knock himself out while wandering over for whatever reason but the closer he got the more he noticed that, no, the body was way too small for that.

Also, he was pretty sure the last time he checked Tommy didn’t sport similar pig ears like Techno.

The voices in his head were pretty calm until they realized “Kin? Our kin? Out here? Our or his kin? Is it our kin as well?”

Techno approached the small body. This child was shaking and wet due to the snow. The clothes soaked. How the hell did that child just survive the travel to the Overworld like that? It was more likely that Piglin’s die during that process and end up as just a husk. A zombie if you will.

Not a lot of Piglin are strong enough to survive this magic. Techno should know he almost died when he traveled over and only survived because he had Philza on his side who helped him through it.

Impressive and yet he didn’t particular care.

“Parents? Orphan? Are they an orphan? Oh! Blood for the Blood God? No! Look at them! They are already dying! They must be something special surviving the portal like that! Are they though? Aren’t they dying? More because of the cold than anything! What about their parents?”

Grumbling Techno stepped into the portal himself, ending up in the warm nether. Hoping to still the curiosity of the voices a tiny bit with this. A sense of nostalgia spreading throughout his body and senses as he looked around the red landscape.

The child’s parents have to be around somewhere. Rule number one in the nether for Piglins was to stay together no matter what. It was dangerous in the Nether and the relationship between blood kin was precious. They must be already around here. Picking up on the child’s scent to find them.

And yet. Nothing.

No Piglin, no anyone.

He wandered a bit in, but he didn’t even spot any close group of Piglin’s running around. Weird. Was that child really alone?

“Check on them! Techno! Check on the child! See if they are still there!” the voices yelled out, infuriating the warrior a bit.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in and once again stepped into the portal. The cold hitting him but at this point he was used to this and managed to reacclimatize himself pretty fast. Not immediately and it still took a few minutes, but he didn’t almost pass out every time.

No surprise there. The child was still laying in the snow.

Once again, the voices flared up in his mind. A few demanding blood while others still expressed their curiosity towards this orphan.

Too busy with his own plans and things to do Technoblade took out his sword aptly called “The Orphan Obliterator”. He just wanted to deal with this situation as fast as he could, so he could move on.

Moving the sword up in the air only for the voices in his head to suddenly erupt loudly.

“No! Stop! Do not! Don’t kill! No! Techno! Please!”

This was very much not like their usual behavior. Usually, they would welcome any chance for bloodshed. Calling for it even in situation where it was just inconvenient and unnecessary but now, they don’t want it? Okay, maybe he should listen in to the voices after all.

“What is going on, Chat?” he asked.

And the voices, even if loudly and talking over each other, answered “Save them! Take them with you! They are special! Protect them! They are your kin if you give them the chance! We are sure! A young child able to survive this? Sounds similar to you Techno! Take them with you! Save them! Please! They deserve the chance!”

The problem with Chat was, they sometimes knew more about the world than Techno and it has paid out listening to them, but they also liked to just follow their whim for fun. Though this seemed to be the former. They realized that the child was special and worth saving, even if only in their ,sometimes omnipotent, eyes.

Sighing Technoblade sheathed his netherite sword and pulled off his red cape.

Realizing what Techno was doing, Chat begun cheering. The voices that had demanded blood before now fully drowned out.

Technoblade knelt down and carefully heaved the piglin onto the cape, wrapping it around them. Their body was unsurprisingly incredibly cold. So cold that Techno worried they didn’t have a lot of time left. Well, worry was a strong word perhaps.

Holding the kid close to his chest he got a good look at their face. Their expression scrunched up in what he assumed to be pain. A few light scars on their face. It wasn’t unusual that Piglins sported a few scars but not that young. The parents were usually too protective over their young.

“Must be a real troublemaker, I bet.” He noted.

Scars already at that age and them running through a portal just like that? Yeah, that child must cross the line between brave and stupid a lot. Not that he could fault them. He wasn’t that much different as a child himself, though he would never admit it out loud.

“They are kinda cute! It’s a child. Children do that. What do we do with them? Save them first. Talk to them. Figure out if they have potential! Kin? Kin! We need to talk to Philza. Dadza! Grandza! Oh! Yes! Grandza!”

Techno shook his head, as if that would make the voices shut up “Chat, please. Don’t assume anything. I might just help them out and find a clan for them to get back to. We don’t have the time for a child to be around. Too busy with the Syndicate.”

While Chat wasn’t happy with it, they seemed to be glad enough that Techno was acting against his instincts to help this orphan out. If the others hear that the Technoblade has helped out an orphan, well, he hoped people won’t. Doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite and as someone who keeps his words, and threats.

With the kid in his arms, he made his way back towards his cabin. Apparently, the Blaze Rods had to wait after all.

As he walked up the stairs towards his cabin and walked in, he suddenly got very aware he had no idea what to do. Looking around his eyes fell on his fireplace but that somehow seemed dangerous. Probably bad idea to just lay down an unconscious child right next to the fire, right?

Instead, he remembered that he had a spare bed roll sitting around somewhere.

With the cape still wrapped around the little one he pulled out the bed roll and laid them inside the rolled-out bed. While tucking them in he made sure to let a bit breathing room in. Letting their body slowly warm up instead of instantly.

“Food. Food, Techno. Eat. The child as well!”

Ah, yes. What would he do without the voices reminding him to eat?

Normally he would just pop a potato in the furnace but not this time. If he is already cooking, he might as well cook for the both of them. Soup seemed appropriate. Now, if he only remembers the recipe and instructions Philza gave him way back.

Still a tiny bit annoyed he has to put off getting the Blaze Rods, Techno sat down and begun cutting up vegetables and heating up water. Putting the ingredients into the water and putting spice in after tasting it here and there. It definitely wouldn’t be a masterpiece but as long as it not tasted absolutely horrible and still warmed one up from the inside, this should be fine.

The child better not complain after he already went out of his way saving them from the cold. He really should have just killed them so he wouldn’t need to get through this trouble and could actually get work done but Chat really was acting weird.

The cooking process took longer than he expected. Long enough that his own pig ears suddenly heard some noises, groans, coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw how the small Piglin was moving around in the bed. Slowly sitting up. Their eyes still closed.

“You are awake.” He stated in Piglish. Knowing, that they probably couldn’t speak the common tongue of the Overworld.

They opened their eyes but were still squinting. Either in pain or not used to the light yet.

“Where am I? Who are you?” grunts coming out of their mouth that made up Piglish words.

For a second Techno had to hide his smile as he realized that it has been a long while that he spoke with anybody his native tongue.

“You are in the Overworld. In my home to be specific. You are lucky I found you or you would have frozen to death in the snow. Name’s Technoblade by the way.”

It seemed to be difficult for them to wrap their mind around this new information “Overworld? Technoblade?” they repeated as if this would give them more insight.

Not knowing what else to tell them, Techno turned around and begun pouring the soup into a bowl. Walking over to them to give it to them.

A bit wary the child pulled their arms out of the cape that was still wrapped around them. The white fluff tickling the back of their head. It seemed to be an old cape. The fluffy part not being as fluffy as you would have assumed anymore. The fur dirty and strands glued together. Things that just happened over time even if you washed it quite often.

“My, uh, my name is Y/N.” they spoke, grabbing the bowl and looking inside it.

“I’m not poisoning you, you can eat it. Warms you up and once you feel good enough you can get back into the Nether.” He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and begun sipping it.

It was edible. That was something.

Y/N kept watch as Techno continued to slowly drink the soup out of his own bowl. Drinking some of the food as well, their eyes widened out of pleasant surprise when the soup seemed to warm them up from the inside. Craving more of this warmth they begun gulping the liquid down in seconds.

This place was certainly warmer then when they got out of the portal but it was still cold enough for them to shiver. Where in the world were they? Never have they seen any of these materials around them. Grey cold stone, dark brown wood, white walls decorated with colorful pictures? It seemed almost unreal to them.

“How are you feeling squirt? Good enough to go home yet?” There was a bit of hope in Techno’s voice. The sooner this passed the better in his book.

“Home.” Y/N once again repeated what Techno said only to hold the bowl up towards him. A shy but determined expression on their face.

It took Techno a second before he understood what they wanted “More? More soup?”

The child enthusiastically nodded.

Sighing Techno got up from the chest he was sitting on to refill Y/N’s bowl and as he pushed the warm bowl back into their hand Y/N opened their mouth again “Uh, Overworld? I am in the Overworld? What- What is that?”

“A different world to where you come from. It has hot places and cold places. Different things and different mobs as well. Very different but both places are connected. You came through one of the portals that lead to this place, it also leads back to the Nether. Now, tell me something. I haven’t seen your parents. I was looking for anyone but there was no one. Not even a random group walking around.”

Y/N first slurped more from the soup before they answered “My parents are gone. I live with my clan. I always run off and they get mad at me.”

Techno knelt down to Y/N and softly pressed his hand against their forehead which made Y/N freeze. Scared and confused with what he was doing.

He let out a deep breath, wincing as a few voices begun yelling inside his mind “Ah. Seems like you have a fever. Guess I could help you through it and in the meanwhile try to find your clan. Might as well show you a bit of the Overworld while we are at it. Not a lot of Piglin get the chance to see the Overworld after all. You certainly are a special case.”

Then he turned around and talked to the air “Happy now Chat?” Turning back around to face Y/N again “Are you okay with that, Y/N?”

It was still difficult for them to grasp the whole of the situation but to get the chance to explore this Overworld? With this Technoblade Piglin? Their curiosity was certainly piqued. Maybe they were still too tired, and their head was pounding but there was this little voice in their head that urged them on.

That told them “Go for it. You will learn a lot! He might be your true kin.”

So, they nodded silently agreeing in Piglish “Yes. I think I am okay with it.”

[wrenqueenisboss]

DSMP x gn!reader headcanons (you wanting to put them in a corset)

This is a request submitted by a lovely anon. (say “hi” to 💜🕸✨ anon, everyone!) request: Hiii! I wanted to request the dsmp reacting to their close friend or s/o wanting to or managing to put them in a corset. No pressure or anything if you dont wanna do my request! I love your writing, btw ~💜🕸✨

Warnings: minor cursing Note: while I do say half-corset in this, it can also be called a corset belt

Dream:

you were just on your computer when you saw a random ad for corsets

suddenly, you had an idea

completely forgetting that your boyfriend was streaming (nothing serious), you barged into his streaming/recording room/office

“Can I get you a corset?” you asked, completely serious

Dream froze, turned around to see you, and tilted his head on complete and utter confusion.

“Excuse me?”

meanwhile, George, Sapnap, and chat were losing it. 

you sighed. “I said,” patches brushed past your leg into the room with a purr. “oh! Hi, patches- as I said, can I get you a corset? I wanna see how it looks”

Keep in mind, everyone knew you were dating, dream just hadn’t done a face reveal yet (so they didn’t know what you looked like either)

Dream still hadn’t answered so you were just like: “Okay, I’m doing it anyways. Have a nice stream!”

you left the room and Dream was still kinda in shock.

“Yo, buddy!” Sapnap’s voice called through his headphones. “Send us picture!!”

Dream laughs sarcastically, but next thing everyone knows, there’s a picture posted on instagram of you guys in your matching half-corsets

George:

you guys were doing a couple’s facecam stream where you open fan mail

one of the packages had a corset in it

you saw it and knew it was for George and not you

after much convincing, puppy eyes included, you finally got George to put on the corset

you had to help him lace it up (not light-lacing. be safe, people. Only tight-lace if you know what you’re doing)

chat was spamming “awww” because of how gentle your fingers were as you helpfully laced up the corset you low-key forced your boyfriend to wear

George definitely didn’t like wearing the corset, but he loved how it made you laugh

(just to hear you giggle, he did a fake cat-walk with dramatic faces and poses)

Wilbur:

Wilbur would only say yes to wearing a corset if your promised to do it too

You styled a whole outfit for him prior to the stream:

you bought a cropped version of his yellow sweater

white turtleneck

the half-corset

his beanie

his glasses

You wore yours with whatever outfit you wanted

for the stream, you basically just tied the corsets on each others’ outfits and did a reading of a fanfic that shipped you guys

keep in mind, this fanfic was a royal!y/n x pirate!Wilbur fanfic that was really popular and really good so the clothes were a perfect addition

all in all, it was chat’s favorite stream with you guys as a couple

c!Technoblade:

when you first met techno on the battlefield, he liked your fashion. The black half-corset you wore was fashionable but he was certain it had to conceal extra weapons

One day, he comes back after a long battle and mentions how his back was sore

You thoughtfully offer to get him a corset because if done properly, can help with back support

he agreed

with steady fingers, you laced up the black leather half-corset (he insisted that you match) 

you stepped back to let him test it out

Twisting his torso, he grunted in approval at the support it gave him

After a big battle, you guys were talking as you were taking off your corset and taking out the daggers you had hidden in it

“You were right, love,” he says. “these corsets really do provide support”

You smiled. “Not to mention, they’re pretty badass.”

[corpsebridx]

Masterlist

Dsmp

Kiss them while their streaming 2

Grabbing their collar

Dtqk + Greek Goddess parents 2

Kill bill

“Yo what’s up shawty your man still around?”

Birthday hc!

Chainsaw man

(Nothing yet)

Obey me

Leviathan x gn!reader part 2

S/O with big bobbies part 2

Jjk

(Nothing yet)

Haikyuu

Sitting in their lap

Sonny boy

(Noting yet)

Cod

Ghost and König hc

König x gn!reader

Street racer S/O

Them with a bisexual S/O

[ivi-prism]

Dsmp x hc but is evo x dsmp or would it be evo x llsmp x dsmp??? Uhhhh…..

Well. Anyways. The point.

Connor finds the book with the instructions to build a Taurtis summoning plataform and he does it because lol why the heck not.

Boom! Taurtis is now on the dsmp surrounded by syndicate members staring at him.

The last memory he has is going to the end and realizing Grian wasn’t there and that something happen since his friends called out to him.

Anyway. Syndicate interrogates him but Taurtis is just staring to their very fancy table (portal) like “hey…. Can I use that??” Since he rationalize that if he can go to the end maybe he can find his friends there.

Of course the syndicate says “why you want to interact with our table?? Last person that tried that was god. We are not letting you do that” and they take Taurtis away while they try and figure what the hell is happening.

Meanwhile Taurtis gets info out of Connor just by talking to him and goes “ohhhh that is not a god… that is a watcher… you know if you have the end portal there you should probably just use it”

Connor is very “dude what are you talking about??” About this, aka very chill. But Techno isn’t. He was directed directly by god (xd) to not use the thing Taurtis is saying is a portal so he won’t let him. So Taurtis just has to give up.

That is until he goes “wait a second!!!!! I have friends!!!” Cue to Taurtis calling Jimmy (a listener) like “hey dude!!!!!!!! Can you hear me?? Of course you can!!! See I’m having watcher problems plz help”

How does Taurtis know about Jimmy being a listener?? Dunno maybe whatever brought him here gave him that knowledge. Anyway, moving on. Jimmy does hear the call and is like “wait…. Taurtis is alive??????” Cue to him contacting the evo gang like “yo!!!! Taurtis is alive and he is somewhere in the universe”

Most members don’t really want to get involved with watchers again which… I mean…. Understandable… but Grian and Martyn do group up with Jimmy to try and figure out where Taurtis is and go rescue him.

If this is after last life Martyn is probably hella suspicious of Grian right now. Also Jimmy is a listener???????? What?????

Anyway. Yes. Just Grian, Jimmy and Martyn watcher/listener angst while we have Taurtis trying to figure out what to do on dsmp

[thepunmaster]

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#5

We have decided to make a new pinned post to reflect some changes, and the fact that we wish to be fully open about being a system.

Hello, we are the Puns System. We are traumagenic and have over one hundred members. Our collective pronouns are he/they/fey, and we enjoy poetry, animals, and various fandom-related things.

Our blog for original posts is @theoriginalpunmaster, and our system-related sideblog is @themanypunmasters.

We tag things as #x tw, #tw x, or #x mention. We usually tag #long post. If we reblog a version of “do you love the colour of the sky”, we tag it as #colour of the sky. If you wish for us to tag a certain thing or type of post, you need only to ask.

We would prefer if no nsfw blogs follow us.

You may send asks or message us at any time, and are, in fact, encouraged to.

Below are some of the alters who will be or are using Tumblr, and their corresponding tags. We will add to this as necessary.

#plant.posting - Parsley, he/him. This is me, and also the alter who has been writing the post thus far. I am 15 years old on average, though my age varies from 12 to 17. I am similar to an angel, though without the halo or religious connotation. I enjoy botany, the wind, and stargazing. I tend to be an aggressive protector, though we do not use many labels.

#fishbitch>D - yo i m Meenah from Beforus, ey/em/eir, fish/fishself, or water/waterself. i m a homestuck fictive obviously but dont ask me why the brain chose me 2 b all fleshed out + almost a host instead of anenome of the other trolls we have cuz idk. >D looks like a fish n i think thats cool

#eclipse.text - this will be the tag for the time subsystem, we all use he/him and xi/xim/xir pronouns. dark thyme (that’s me) is 17, likes tea, and enjoys playing minecraft. i’m the one who will probably be using tumblr the most out of us three. light thyme is somewhere between 5 and 9, he really likes chocolate and we might make a sideblog for him (and other littles) to reblog stimboards and animal pictures on, and other things like that. gray thyme is a 12 year old cryptid, he rarely fronts and i have no idea what he likes.

#pattoncakes! - I’m Patton, she/them! I’m a very upbeat, positive alter! I’m a fogtive of Patton Sanders (Sort of in between a fictive (alter based on a fictional character) and a factive (alter based on a real person), in a way that makes it confusing which one I am or how much of each I am!) I like dad jokes and cats!

#pearlescentperegrine - absynthe, they/them and si/sin/sir, im a winged person (hence the tag “pearlescent peregrine”) from an alternate sorta victorian-era england where some people have wings an stuff. i like watchin hermitcraft

#anon.txt - This will be used for alters who do not wish to reveal themselves, when we are blurred and are not aware of who is fronting, and other reasons that we/an alter would stay anonymous.

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#3

ok i dare u.

make a pun with this fish (btw her name is shiny :D)

oh, a sarcastic fringehead! she's magni-fish-ent! i sea that just one pun won't be enough to hold to scale, she deserves the fin-est jokes i can shell out :3

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#2

the concept of being “overqualified” for a job is a construct of capitalism, because employers want their employees to be dependent on them so they can get away with more shit without losing workers. if you have more qualifications than necessary for the position, especially if you have a lot more, you could very easily get a different, better-paying or higher-quality job if you become unsatisfied with your current one. if you just barely meet the qualifications for your current job, almost any others that you would be able to find would be a downgrade, likely with a lower rank and pay.

this intertwines with the majority of employees getting severely underpaid, so that even in higher positions they might struggle with or be unable to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, which feeds into the culture of competition and the societal pressure to have the ultimate goal and dream of climbing up the metaphorical company ladder, instead of being satisfied and happy on a figuratively lower rung, as most “lower” positions, while absolutely essential, are not paid enough to reflect their necessity, and are treated with very little respect. in this essay I will

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