#phil is so beautiful i’m gonna die. also

[cheekyvank]

ok i’ve had time to process. (relatively incoherent) thoughts/spoilers under the cut

Ok the first thing I noticed is Phil is fucking radiant. Like I knew that but experiencing it in person is a whole different thing. I genuinely could not keep my eyes off him, even in times when Dan was yapping, like I actually might have missed a couple things cause I just couldn’t stop staring at Phil. His hair was a bit mussed up and it made him look even prettier somehow.

The second thing I noticed is Phil really is the funniest man alive lmao. I knew this too but again, experiencing it irl is just so much. His timing is perfect and the parts that were improvised were so so good. I love him so much. King of comedy.

Third thing was Dan is so big. I don’t mean tall (though that too) but just big. Big personality, big movements, big ideas, big voice. Which again, I knew, but irl it’s just so much more and once again I am soooo hopelessly endeared by him. Danny boy I love you so much with your crazy movements and your huge expressions and your loud ass voice, please don’t ever change. You really are something special.

Also, they’re really fucking good at this. I didn’t noticed any major flubs (ie forgetting lines) but even the couple times where you could tell they got a bit tongue tied or something they played it off so smoothly. The whole thing was so fucking good, and having spoilers honestly didn’t make it any less so. And the song fucking slays they better record that shit (and make a music video… please I beg…)

other tidbits:

-no amount of spoilers prepares you for the dioramas irl. it was So Much and so funny. at one point phil made the dolls 69 and dan said no they said kissing on the mouth and turned them around to be kissing on the mouth instead of the . uh

-dan bent his doll over the breakfast bar and phil made his doll do the uh. motions. but his doll wasn’t close enough or at the right angle to dan’s to look like fucking so from where i was at it was honestly closer to looking like phil had his face in dan’s ass 💀

-conspiracies were toilet, sleepless night with phil, bus, and wedding (i do think people were shouting for vegas louder but they did wedding anyway)

-when dan got tangled in the lights he said ‘help me dad’ and continued to walk around and make it worse while phil kind of chased him around. dan literally could’ve just picked his foot up and he would’ve been out but he just kept doing it until phil got him out and made to spank him with them to which dan said something like ‘i asked you to help me i didn’t think you were gonna whip me’ or something

-at one point dan said something about getting down on our level and he got down on the floor and did something but I was too distracted staring at phil (lmao) and didn’t realize until everyone was laughing rip

-dan was doing absolutely crazy things with his body the whole time. especially that super wide stance squat he does. Phil kept asking what he’s doing and at one point seemed genuinely concerned that he was going to rip his pants which like. i was also genuinely concerned about idk how those things are still intact

-lawyer dan banned the gays, wrote erotic fiction about cheese curds, and went to jail for being horny. we killed him

-doctor phil - I can’t remember the first question AT ALL lmao but he liked to help old ladies piss and had a secret collection of Milphs. when they were on the screen the second time every answer had ‘and cum’ added to them lmao. So he helped old ladies piss and cum and had a secret collection of milphs and cum. we also killed him

-when they ran around the venue they went down an enclosed stairwell and a fan was in there and they had to plaster themself to the wall as dan and phil and the camera guy ran past lmao

-the silicone 6 pack was not as weird irl as it looked to me in pictures

-sister daniel’s shorts were invisible from the audience. once i looked closely i could see them but at first i genuinely thought she had her tiny underwear back and i nearly fell out of my seat.

-when they talked about people invading their privacy and bothering their families and stuff someone shouted ‘i’m so sorry phil!’ like they were personally responsible for all of it lmao it was very cute

-they slayed the song so severely. like it fucking slaps. honestly they can both sing pretty well and they both did so good with the dance too. so fucking good

-the ukulele broke before dan even smashed it. it just fell apart midair LMAO it was so funny

[ria-writes-stuff]

do you have a spefic idea for what the characters in ITE? (also are you okay with fanart?)

‘pologies if you’ve always answered either of these!!

Im gonna assume you meant what they look like, since you mentioned fan art (yes yes yes please send me fan art I would die), and I do!!

Ranboo is albino, I did a picrew of him a few days back, but it’s not entirely accurate. He is 6”8 by the time he is fully grown, but a skinny lil beanpole. He has curly hair (I imagine it as 3a) that's as white as the rest of his skin. He has heterochromia, with one eye a pale red and the other a pale green, but they are mostly hidden under his purple glasses since he's light sensitive. He also has a permanently anxious look on his face (very important, can't miss the anxiety), and tends to stoop a lot to try and seem smaller. He wears a lot of purple, and has an impressive collection of skirts and dresses, as well as rings.

Teagon is also pretty tall, at 6"5. He has red hair which is in a shaggy wolfcut, he's very tan, and his eyes are hazel (but if you're close enough to tell, you're very likely dead already). He is heavily tattooed, with his entire upper body covered (although not his face), and considers his body to be a canvas, and wears a lot of tank tops to show his tattoos off. Hes a big boy, gimme thick thighs, massive arms, big chest, this ain’t a Techno twink y’all . He has a constant smirk (he's a smug bastard), and wears eclectic jewelery.

Poker is our resident flamboyant gay and short king at 5"7. He dresses glamorously, he's got 70s vibes now, but he did have a vicious glitter phase as a teenager. Wavy black hair that hits his shoulders, he's short and fairly skinny but he does have a decent build, tanned skin, and golden eyes. He’s a duck hybrid with small golden wings but they’re usually hidden under his clothing as he binds them.

Kristen is a very beautiful woman indeed, she’s curvy and beautiful, dark wavy hair that falls to her mid back, and dark dark eyes. I want to see thighs and hips on this woman, she’s had two kids, she’s Mother.

Phil is short but stocky, fairly muscular, blonde hair reaching down to his shoulders, blue eyes, nothing particularly wild about his appearance.

Both Tommy and Lucian are pretty much just dsmp canon style, although Lucian does wear a veil or sunglasses so he doesn’t accidentally use his power.

Doc is- well she’s an OC, so she’s entirely my own design. She’s short and petite and will bite your hand off if you get too close. Light blonde hair in a bob, pale blue eyes, she looks fragile but will push you off a building if given the chance. She should be drawn with deep circles under her eyes and the dead look of anyone who works in customer service.

So yeah! That’s the roundup of guys I’m pretty sure, once again, if anyone makes fanart I will give you my firstborn

[nocturnal-dreams]

As Our World Caves In

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Pairing: Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader

Warnings: deep angst, death, blood, stabbing, explosions

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Part 2 here!

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Another scream left your lips as you were flown back by the impact of the wither hitting you, sending you down into a crater losing a lot of your health. You quickly drunk a health potion and started to climb out of the hole, trying to avoid the wither heads being shot at you. The screams of people you had once called your friends, some your enemies, rang in your ears.

How could Techno have betrayed you like this? He was almost like a brother to you, you two had bonded so well preparing for this war just for him to turn a blind eye at your pleads for him to help. Tommy had ran off after Techno, you losing sight of the two when one of the withers started to target you, Dream attacking you in the process.

A part of you wished Dream hadn’t just left you for dead, a part of you wished he had actually killed you. Not that you had much to live for anymore. The place you had once called home, fallen in love in, and built was destroyed. Your friends had betrayed you. All you had now was Wilbur...

Wilbur...

Where is Wilbur?

You looked around the chaos of L’Manberg, the town being torn apart by the withers that raged chaos on everyone and everything in its wake. You scrambled to what safe land you could find, eventually the land being blown up under your feet.

Calling for Wilbur, you cursed to yourself not finding him anywhere. Where had he gone off to, you were worried. You looked down at the netherstar hanging around your neck, the same netherstar that Wilbur had giving you the day he had beaten Dream and became president of L’Manberg.

Why couldn’t the days just stay that way? No wars, no withers, no chaos, just you and Wilbur running a beautiful nation. The days you and Wilbur would sit at the top of the towers, watch the sunset in each other’s arms while he would mutter words of admiration.

“Y/N?!” you slid down the hill quickly hearing your name, finding Phil standing at the top of a hill staring down at you. You picked yourself up quickly running over to the blonde man, hugging him tightly and looking him over for any wounds from the wither attack, “where is Wilbur?”

“I don’t know,” your breath was ragged, your hands shaking as you held onto Philza, “I’m scared he’s dead, he’s on his last life Phil! I can’t lose him!” You buried your face into Phil’s shoulder, tears running down your face while Phil tried to calm you the best he could and also find out where his middle son had disappeared to. Wherever Wilbur had gone however, Phil knew it wasn’t for good intentions.

You and Phil had exchanged letters for weeks leading up today, you rambling off in your letters how you were scared for Wilbur, he seemed to have been turning more insane day after day, disappearing for days at a time to somewhere. Phil was trying his best in the letters to give you comfort and to calm your mind but at the same time, he knew what his son could be capable with if he got pushed too far for too long.

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There he sat, singing to himself quietly to the words on the wall. He sat in a small wooden chair, it creaking quietly at the slightest movement and a single lantern hanging on the ceiling above him. A small but powerful button in front of him as he stared at it, going to press it but something continuing to pull him away from the button.

Well, I've heard there was a special place, Where men could go and emancipate, The brutality and the tyranny of their rulers.

“There was a special place, where men could go and emancipate,” he rambled to himself, pulling at the sleeves of his brown trenchcoat, “and there definitely was that special place that once existed, it did.” 

Well, this place is real, we needn't fret, With Wilbur, Y/N, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret It's a very big and not blown-up L'Manberg

His face fell into his hands, “even with Tubbo being in charge I don’t think it can exist again, it just can’t.” He sighed loudly to himself, his hand hovering above the button that would end everything, all of his work would be over, “it’s right there, if I’m ever gonna press it then I’m pressing it now. And...” His brows furrowed for a second, slamming his hand against the wall, “the thing that I built this nation for doesn’t exist anymore! The thing I worked towards! Our dream! It doesn’t exist anymore! It doesn’t exist-”

A voice cut him off, just down the long hallway that lead to the room hidden in a small mountain stood Phil, Y/N behind him covered in bruises and burns from the wither attack. Phil was the one to speak, Y/N being too weak in that moment to even look at Wilbur, the man they had once loved, “what are you doing?”

Silence, until Wilbur spoke up quietly, not bothering to turn around to face his father, “Phil?” Phil repeated his question, “we made Tubbo president, Schlatt is gone, we won Phil.”

Phil nodded, pulling Y/N to his side not wanting them to completely break down watching the man they loved go insane, “so... You are? In L’Manberg?”

Wilbur finally turned around to face his father, noticing Y/N by his side. Wilbur looked over them, taking a second to look at just the bruises that littered Y/N’s arms and the burns on their hands.

You choked back a sob staring at Wilbur, “Wil, please just stop. Come home, come to-”

“This is home, Y/N. What are you talking about?” Wilbur asked, his head turning to the side, unable to understand why Y/N was in such a state after they had just won. He thought this was what they wanted, that they wanted L’Manberg back.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, “this?! A nation that is corrupted, people living in fear, how can you even see a future here?!” You broke free from Phil’s grasp, going over to Wilbur and grabbing him by his jacket, pulling him closely and showing him the wounds that littered your arms, legs, hands, and face, “Wilbur can’t you see that I’m in pain? The Wilbur I knew wouldn’t even allowed me to go into the battlefield!”

“Y/N...” Wilbur’s expression seemed to soften, his eyes seeming calmer and almost like he was about to break down into your arms at the slightest touch. Wilbur looked away from your pleading eyes, dodging your hand that tried to go to his face so you could make him look at you again, “alright, I will admit. Do you know what that button is?”

Y/N stayed silent, Phil nodding to Wilbur’s question, “I read your notes, I know you son. I know what that button will do.”

“Have you heard the of the song, the song on the wall.”

“My L’Manberg,” Y/N said quietly, your voice breaking as you held onto Wilbur.

“There was a special place,” Wilbur’s hands grabbed your own, prying them off of him, making you sit down in the chair in which Wilbur had once sat. Wilbur looked around the room, reading each word on the wall, “I was just saying that there was a special place that men could go but it’s not there anymore.”

“But it is there Wilbur,” you said, looking up at him from the chair in which you were now sat at, “we won it back, Tubbo is now the president, we can be happy.”

“I am so close to pressing that button!” Wilbur yelled, catching you off guard as he slammed his hands down on the wall again, staring at the button intently, “I have been here on days where I wasn’t even planning! I’ve been here like seven or eight times just wanting to press it.” Suddenly everything was making sense to Y/N, this is where Wilbur was sneaking off to at night, this is what Wilbur was marking down in his notebook that he wouldn’t allow you to read, “I’ve been here so many times-”

“And you just want to blow it all up, throw away everything you’ve worked so hard for,” Phil responded, Wilbur giving a small nod as he rested his forehead against the wall, “what you and everyone that has loved and cared about you have fought for.”

“I don’t even know if it works Phil, I tried once and someone had destroyed the redstone so who’s to say they haven’t destroyed it again,” Wilbur sighed, “I could press it and have it not work.”

“Wilbur please, just try to reconsider. We can make a new nation, with everything you stand for, it will be us in rule, no Schlatt, no Dream, just you, me, Tommy, Tubbo, and whoever else you want,” you reached for Wilbur’s hand, him pulling away from the action, “please Wil, I love you.”

Wilbur bit his lip, staring at the button, “you know Y/N, there was a saying, by a traitor.” Your heart sank to your stomach, you knew what was coming, “It was never meant to be.”

Just the small click made you go numb, he had done it, he had pressed the button.

And there it was, the giant hole in the wall showing all the work was destroyed, everything was gone. Everything, every memory, every laugh, it was all destroyed. Wilbur just smiled to himself, staring at the destruction of his nation. 

“My L’Manberg Phil,” Wilbur sighed staring at the destruction, the nation torn to pieces, “my unfinished symphony that will forever be unfinished! If I couldn’t have it than no one could!”

“Wilbur! You’re insane!” Y/N cried, staring at the destruction of their once beautiful home. 

Suddenly Wilbur grabbed Y/N by the arm, pulling something out of his pocket and giving it to Y/N, “kill me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at Wilbur’s request, you couldn’t murder Wilbur, you loved him. Wilbur kept going on, begging you to stab him as you held the blade in your trembling fingers, tears streaming down your face.

“But-”

“Kill me Y/N!” Wilbur had yelled, grabbing your harsher and almost shaking you as you stared at him, tears blurring your vision, “everyone wants you to do it! Look at them, the traitors Y/N, they never cared about us. I want to die, please just do it!”

“I love you!” You yelled, the diamond enchanted blade trembling in your hands, Wilbur’s hands landing on top of your own and aiming the tip of the blade towards his heart.

“You just need to push,” Wilbur said, his voice calm for someone that was about to be murdered. Yet you couldn’t do it, you just couldn’t kill him after everything he has done for you. You loved Wilbur more than anyone, he was your entire world, now he wanted you to destroy your world like he just destroyed his home, “Y/N, look at me.”

You looked up at him, your vision blurred by the tears that streamed down your face. Wilbur grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly to the side and smashing his lips on your own in a passionate kiss. You clung to him, the sword dropping between you two as you held onto him, as if the entire world and chaos around both of you had paused and you two were the only ones around.

But suddenly Wilbur stopped, his hands dropping from behind your head, sinking to the floor. You tried to cling to his body the best you could but he still fell to the ground, you catching his head before it could hit the ground. You looked behind Wilbur to see Phil, tears in his eyes and a blood stained sword in his hands.

You held his head between your hands, watching the blood pour from his lips as he gave you a weak smile, “Y/N, love, you know how Dream said earlier that there was no traitor?” You nodded, holding onto Wilbur through his final moments, “he fucking lied.”

You held him tightly, watching his breathing stop and his heart that had once put you to sleep just by it’s beating had now froze. You clung to his body tightly, burying your face in his chest not bothering with the blood that would stain you. What point was there to care? The man you loved more than anything was dead, the man you had trusted had murdered him right in front of you.

“Get out,” you whispered quietly, but Phil still hearing you.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” Phil sighed, taking his hat off to help pay his respects, “but he was dangerous, I had to put an end to him. He was suffering Y/N, he was a danger to you, to everyone here, and most importantly himself. I did want I believe is best.”

“You fucking murdered him!” You yelled, holding Wilbur’s lifeless face to your chest as you cried into his brown curls, “just get out.”

“Y/N...”

“Get the fuck out!”

Phil nodded sadly, dropping the blade from his hands that was stained in Wilbur’s blood and left the room through the hole left by the explosion, leaving you to cry.

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[peachy-rambles]

No thoughts only Techno taking Wilbur and Tommy to the Nether

Techno was asleep and curled up comfortably in bed with Phil, when he heard the door to their bedroom creak open, followed by the sound of two sets of footsteps running into the room.

"Papa! Wake up!" Tommy's familiar voice called out as he reached the bed.

"Tommy!! Shhhhh!" Wilbur hissed at him, trailing behind his younger brother.

Tommy, however, completely ignored him and reached out to shake Techno's shoulder. "Papa! Come on! Wake up! Papa! Papa!"

Phil, from where his head laid against Techno's chest, kept his eyes remained close in feigned sleep, and chuckled, whispering quietly to Techno, "I think your sons are awake."

Techno let out an annoyed grunt and merely sunk deeper underneath the blankets, curling up around Phil and pulling his husband closer to him. "Before sunrise, they're your sons."

Tommy was still repeating, "Papa!" and "Wake up!", Techno's unresponsiveness doing nothing to deture him. He began climbing onto the bed and flopped onto Techno, dropping his entire weight on his father. Which, to Techno it wasn't much, but it was still enough to startle him and force him to open his eyes and see Tommy staring back at him with a frown on his face.

"You promised you'd take us to the Nether today!" Tommy proclaimed.

"I did, I know," Techno sighed and glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall in their room. He stared at it for a moment before turning back and narrowing his eyes at his youngest son. "It's 5am."

"I tried telling him to wait another hour to wake you up," Wilbur piped up from where he was standing next to the bed.

But you didn't stop him, Techno thought to himself before sighing and wiping a hand down his face, "Alright, I'm up, I'm up."

An hour or so later, Techno and his two sons stood on the porch of their house, all fully equipped with enchanted armor, tools and potions for their trip to the Nether. Techno had full Netherite on, while Tommy and Wilbur both had a piece of enchanted Gold Armor admist the Netherite they wore.

Phil leaned against the railing of their porch, still in pajamas and one of Techno's old cloaks thrown over his shoulders, smiling at his family.

He took a step forward and placed his hand on Techno's armored chest, tracing the engraved hardcore heart on it. "Be careful, okay? Watch over them?

"Of course," Techno placed his hand on top of Phil's, his other one reaching down to wrap around Phil's waist and pull his husband close. Techno leaned down and Phil wrapped his arms around Techno's neck as they shared a kiss.

"Ew! Gross!" Tommy yelled, his face scrunching up in disgust and placing his hands over his eyes.

Techno and Phil seperated, ignoring Tommy's cries of horror at seeing his parents kiss, Techno placing a few more kisses on Phil and causing his husband to giggle.

"They'll be okay, I'll make sure," Techno reassured him and kissed Phil's forehead one last time before releasing his hold on him and stepping away.

"Can we go now?" Tommy asked, his arms crossed over his chest and glaring up at his parents.

"Not before I get to say goodbye!" Phil declared and leaned down, pulling his boys into a tight hug and placing a kiss on both of their cheeks.

Both boys laughed and Phil smiled, "Be careful and listen to everything your father says."

"We will!" they said in unison.

"Okay. Now you can go," Phil said and let go of them, standing up and taking a step back. He watched as Techno led Wilbur and Tommy in the direction of the nearest Nether Portal. He waved one last time at them and yelled, "And have fun!"

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The Nether was a dangerous place, full of hostile mobs and large pools of lava, but it was also beautiful and full of life.

From the Crimson and Warped Forests, to the Basalt Deltas, the Nether Fortresses and Piglin Bastions.

Today, Techno and his sons were in a nearby Bastion bordering a Crimson Forest, trading with the local Piglin population living there.

Techno stood behind Wilbur as his son spoke to the Piglin he was trading with in fluent Piglin, only stumbling a few times over his words.

Techno occasionally glanced over to the side where Tommy was playing with a group of adolescent Piglins, snorting and whuffling happily at each other.

Techno turned back to Wilbur, who had managed to trade some gold for Enderpearls. Techno and Wilbur traded with a few more Piglin, gathering up resources they'd been running low on and Wilbur practicing his Piglin.

They were just finishing up trading when Techno glanced back at where he'd last seen Tommy, and felt panic rise in him when he couldn't spot his son.

The Piglets were all there, still playing with each other, but Tommy was very clearly missing from the group. Techno quickly scanned the area and realized that Tommy wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Papa?" Wilbur asked, seeming to sense his father's panic. "What's wrong-"

A loud scream echoed throughout the valley, coming in the direction of the Crimson Forest.

"Stay here," Techno ordered Wilbur before he ran out of the Bastion, heading into the Crimson Forest. He pulled out the Netherite Axe he'd had strapped to his back and kept a firm grip on it as he headed deeper into the forest.

"PAPA! DAD! HEEELP!" he heard Tommy scream and raced in the direction of Tommy's voice.

He found Tommy with another Piglet, both of them cornered against the stem of a giant Crimson Fungus by a very angry and massive Hoglin.

In his hands, Tommy held the small diamond sword Techno and Phil had gifted for his 8th birthday, the one that Tommy had insisted on bringing to the Nether with him, even when Techno had told him he wouldn't need it.

"You don't scare me! I-I'm a big man! I can take you!" Tommy stuttered out. He was visibly trembling and tears were running down his face, but he held his ground and stood there, sword in hand and attempting to protect the Piglet behind him.

The Hoglin growled and stamped its foot, getting ready to charge when Techno let out a roar, slamming into the creature.

The Hoglin stumbled back and was barely able to react in time when Techno swung his axe, hitting one of the Hoglins tusks, slicing it clean off.

The Hoglin let out a startled squeal and scrambled to its feet before fleeing, running back into the depths of the Crimson Forest.

"Papa!" Tommy exclaimed, a smile on his face as he dropped his sword and ran up to Techno.

"Tommy!" Techno leaned down and caught Tommy in a hug, holding him tightly in his arms.

"I was so scared!" Techno admitted and pulled back to face Tommy, narrowing his eyes at him. "Why didn't you listen?! You were supposed to stay in the Bastion!"

"I-I just wanted to be like Dad and explore with my friend. We were gonna come right back, b-but we got lost," Tommy explained, sniffling as more years escaped from his eyes. "I tried to be brave. I tried to be a h-hero, like in the stories you tell me. Like y-you and Dad."

Techno sighed, "Heroes don't lead happy lives, Tommy and they usually die a tragic death. Me and your dad aren't heroes. Far from it really. And you don't need to be try to be one either. Just be...Tommy."

Tommy gave him a silent nod and Techno used his cloak to wipe away the tears on his face before standing up, Tommy still in his arms. He glanced over at the Piglet standing by the tree still and held out his hand to them. They let out a snort and sprinted over to Techno, allowing him to pick them up as well.

"I think that's enough adventure for one day. Let's go home," Techno said and began to walk back towards the Bastion.

[lillian-nator]

Hola, Bridge anon is back and making a place maker 👾

Based off of the song “Where is My Mind?” by The Pixies 

"Ooh, stop."

Tommy felt like his whole world was at a pause.

He felt euphoric.

As the wind rushed around him, he felt his hair get pushed the the side, making the blonde mop atop his head messier than it had been previously. A content smile playing on his face as he closed his eyes and just felt.

Tommy felt as though he could feel the world around him. He laid atop the abandoned bridge, his back against the rough and cool wood. His head pounding softly from when he hit it on the same wood earlier tonight. He heard the water rushing below, the pond moving an awful lot for a dead part of the city. His feet could still feel the tickle of the grass beneath them from the meadow below.  The sun - just rising at this time of the morning (around 5 am) - it's soft rays licking at Tommy's arms thrown to his sides, warming him up in a blissful moment.

The screams and laughs of his friends brought an odd sense of comfort to Tommy that he wasn't sure was possible.

"Yeah get him Purp!" Punz screamed as Purpled picked up Tubbo and threw the brunette over his shoulder.

There were more laughs and yells and loud banter in the background, but all Tommy could focus on was the world around him.

"With your feet on the air and your head on the ground"

Tommy sat up, taking in the sunrise around him.

He had always been a huge fan of sunsets, the way that the pinks-purples-and-oranges danced around each other, and the sun slowly fading from sight - Tommy found it beautiful. But this, he had never seen the sunrise before, always too early. Tommy was usually a late sleeper, but this didn't count since he hadn't gone to sleep yet. Thinking about his bed, his eyes drooped a bit, but he quickly rubbed the sleep out of them. He had to remember this forever.

His legs dangled over the bridge, something that had to be dangerous, but it never registered in his mind.

"Quackity, stop walking along the edge! You're gonna kill yourself!" George screeched, wheezing.

"Chill out old man. You're getting senile, decrepit. I'm fine -" Quackity screamed running over towards the middle of the bridge, after almost falling, ensuing giggles from those around him. "I'm good."

Tommy was so fucking happy.

“Try this trick and spin it, yeah”

Tommy felt a presence sit beside him. An arm went around his shoulders.

He smelt the familiar oak-scent of his friend’s body wash. 

A hand ruffled his hair, Tommy breathily laughed. 

“Hey - you okay?” 

Tommy leaned further into Dream’s arm. “Yeah,” He sighs, “Just taking everything in.” 

Dream felt the blonde’s forehead, “You sick?” He laughed. “Are you high Thomas? Did you steal Q’s pot?”

Tommy laughed, and pushed Dream off of him, careful of the fact that their legs were dangling over a 50ft drop. “What?” He wheezed, “Why would you think I’m high? And I’m not. I don’t think Big Q brought any.” 

“Me neither,” Dream agrees lightly. “Thank God. He is already trying to kill himself walking over the edge.” 

Dream pushed Tommy back, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this calm.” 

“I like sunsets. I watch them on my roof all the time.” He grinned, “I’m also really fucking tired.” 

“Your head will collapse”

“Bet you won’t jump into the lake.” Tommy heard Ponk say.

He whipped his head around to watch Ponk and SapNap’s conversation. 

“Bet.” 

Tommy’s eyes glistened with a new found energy. Slowly standing up, mindful of the edge, walking over to where SapNap was stood. Tommy stood next to Tubbo and Purpled putting his arms around their shoulders, and breathing in the combined scents of their shampoo. 

He felt like he could feel the world around him again. 

“If SapNap doesn’t die, are you gonna jump?” Tubbo asked looking up at the blonde. 

“Course Tubbo. You know me.” His face brightened at the thought of the adrenaline rush. “I’ll jump whether or not he dies.” 

Tubbo laughed pushing him slightly. 

“Yeah,” The boy breathed, “I know.” 

“But there's nothing in it” 

SapNap backed up, going to the left side of the bridge while Dream, George, Ponk, and Punz were on the right side looking towards the water to make sure SapNap didn’t fucking die. Tommy, Tubbo, Purpled, Karl, and Quackity were scattered in the middle of the bridge, watching the whole scene unfold. 

“3″ Dream shouted. 

“2″ Tommy, Karl, Quackity, and Punz joined in. 

“1″ Everyone, including SapNap shouted, as the brunette ran forward, with the momentum of a true varsity offensive tackler. 

He jumped, the wind flying through his hair, legs bawled into the center of his chest, smile playing fondly on his face. 

SapNap let out a loud “whoop” of excitement. As he fell down into the water. 

Splash. 

“And you'll ask yourself”

“SapNap didn’t die!” Dream shouted. 

Everyone let out loud cheers of excitement as Tommy threw his hands in the air, Purpled and Tubbo finally escaping his grasps. 

“Who’s next?” Karl offered, while looking directly at Tommy. 

Tommy moved backwards, careful not to step over the age, looking at all 8 other boys atop the bridge. 

“Oh, you know it’s me, Big Man.” 

He jumped up and down, readying himself for the jump. 

“Where is my mind?”

“3″ Dream started again. 

Tommy felt the adrenaline rush through his body. 

“2″ Tubbo and Purpled joined in. 

He shook off the rest of his nerves, getting in a running stance. 

“1″ All 8 of the boys shouted, Tommy too excited to speak. 

Tommy ran. 

He jumped. 

“Where is my mind?”

He let out a loud yell mid-air. 

He laughed hard, and wanted to cry out of joy. This. This is it.

This is fucking euphoria. 

The wind rushed through his hair, and woke him up, and hit him on his face. Tommy had never felt so fucking free. 

He did a couple of flips when he realized that he was far enough away from the water. The feeling in his stomach wouldn’t go away - and he would pay for every extra second he could feel it. 

“I’m a fucking bird!” Tommy yelled right as he was about to crash into the water. 

“Where is my mind?”

It was all blue. Blue was everywhere. 

It was a nice blue too. A clear blue. A light turquoise color. 

Tommy wanted to stay in this blue forever. 

He started to swim up. 

He was met with oranges and pinks of the sunrise. This was okay too. 

“Way out in the water”

Suddenly there were cheers from above him. 

Oh right. They wanted to make sure he didn’t fucking die.

He felt SapNap wrap his arms around Tommy’s shoulders bringing him down into the water. Tommy laughed so hard that he almost choked on the water. 

Soon enough he felt Purpled jump in and Karl jump in, and Punz, and Tubbo, and Dream - 

He felt the happiest he had been in years. 

“See it swimmin'"

As Tommy crawled through his window at 6 am, hair dripping, and clothes soaking wet, a broad grin was spread across his face. 

He quickly grabbed the first sweatshirt he found, smelling it, he briefly recognized it as Tubbo’s - but he didn’t care. He quickly stripped, throwing on a pair of black sweatpants, and Tubbo’s red sweatshirt, that was far too big on the brunette, but fit perfectly on the blonde. 

He carefully laid atop his bed, muscles still sore from the nights activities.

He looked at his ceiling, trying to close his eyes, and hopefully sleep for 4 or 5 hours, nobody would expect Tommy to be awake until 11 or noon anyways, but he couldn’t find it in himself to fall asleep. The same scene of the ocean below him playing over and over again. 

He felt like he was fucking high - and he hadn’t even been on any drugs. 

Is this what heaven felt like? 

As he heard Phil’s alarm go off a few rooms over, he tiredly rubbed his eyes that refused to close. 

It was going to be a long day - but Tommy wouldn’t trade his experience for anything in the world. 

.

[Yeah, I’ll probably put this on ao3, I won’t lie.]

[dykeninthdoctor]

“people not realizing that tony and rhodey are together” but also basically a rewrite of a1 for @lovelyirony and @official-impravidus

Tony knows the minute he meets Rhodey that he’ll marry him, or that’s what he’d tell people, if he could tell people. In reality, he knows two years into their friendship, when Rhodey brings his favorite pasta dish home from his favorite Italian restaurant, when Rhodey shrugs and said, “You said today was a rough day.”

They don’t get together until three years after that, but the switch from platonic to romantic is as easy as falling into each other’s arms; it’s as easy as fitting two matching pieces of a puzzle together; it’s as easy as the love they feel for each other.  

They don’t get married until 2004, until Massachusetts signs a law into place. Momma Robbie marries them on the grass outside the building where they met.

“You’re mine,” Tony says, promises, vows, “And I’m yours.”

“You’ll always be mine,” Rhodey says, promises, vows, “And I’ll always be yours.”

-

They have to hide it, for too many reasons to count.

Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, Stark Industries, the press…

It’s easier to hide it.

That doesn’t mean it’s not hard, but when Rhodey wakes up to his husband in his arms, and when Tony comes home to his husband trying to cook, and when the world falls away when they’re together, it doesn’t feel hard.

-

And then they lose each other.

-

Rhodey loses Tony to the desert, to the unknown, and he has to grieve not as a husband, but as a friend.

He doesn’t give up his search, no matter what his C.O. tells him, no matter what Obidiah tells him.

“Jim,” they both say, “He’s gone.”

No, Rhodey’s heart tells him. He’s not.

-

Tony loses Rhodey to the same men who took him, to monsters, and he can’t grieve at all.

“No survivors,” Yinsen translates one day.

Something breaks inside Tony.

He doesn’t give up his plan, because if there’s even a chance, he has to take it.

There’s a chance, he thinks. There’s a chance.

-

“Tony!” Rhodey screams, the desert wind ripping his voice away.

Tony stumbles towards him, a bloody mess of torn clothing and bruised skin and broken bones, but oh, so very alive.

They crash into each other like colliding stars.

“Hey,” Tony mumbles.

Rhodey almost collapses with relief, but he’s too busy holding Tony up to fall. “How was the fun-vee?”

Tony laughs, and it’s weak and raw and quiet, but it’s beautiful.

“Yeah, next time you ride with me, okay?”

“Okay, platypus.”

-

They fight about the suit, because Rhodey can’t lose Tony again and Tony can’t hurt people anymore.

They come to an agreement when Tony builds a second suit.

-

“But the truth is…I am Iron Man,” Tony says, and changes everything.

Rhodey’s never been prouder of him.

-

And then it all happens too fast.

Rhodey doesn’t know Tony’s dying until after he’s cured.

“You should’ve told me,” he growls, buried deep inside his husband.

“I didn’t want to say goodbye,” Tony whispers, skin soaked with sweat and face soaked with tears.

Rhodey kisses him like it’s his last night on Earth, because it isn’t anymore.

-

Tony wants to join the Avengers, the team that Nick Fury’s putting together.

Rhodey doesn’t trust a word they say, not after Rushman says volatile, self-obsessed, doesn’t play well with others, because Tony isn’t any of those things.

But he’s never been able to stop Tony from doing anything.

He can only be there to catch him after it all, inevitably, goes to shit.

-

And it does go to shit.

Phil Coulson is the one to tell them that Captain America was found, dug out of the Arctic inside the same plane he flew into it with.

Tony doesn’t want to process it. Rhodey makes sure he does.

“It doesn’t seem real–he isn’t real. He’s never been real, Rhodey, he was always–he’s not–“

“He was the thing that kept Howard from loving you,” Rhodey says, because it’s the truth, and Tony needs the truth.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Rhodey holds him while he cries.

-

When Norse gods attack, because that’s what their lives are now, Tony goes. Rhodey doesn’t. He regrets it, later.

-

Fighting next to Captain America is younger Tony’s dream come true.

Now, it feels more like a nightmare.

-

Tony knows Rhodey doesn’t trust SHIELD.

So, he lets JARVIS take care of it, an easy quip sliding off his tongue and the hacking implant finding its place on the underside of a monitor.  

-

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” an agent asks.

“Last night,” Tony says, shrugging.

Captain America’s eyes, Steve’s eyes, slide to him.

-

Tony likes to play with fire, or that’s what he’ll let them think, as he pushes Bruce over and over again.

What he really knows is what it’s like to have something that steals away his freedom living inside him.

“Hey!” Steve snaps. “Are you nuts?”

Possibly, Tony thinks, but instead of saying it, he keeps pushing Bruce.

“Is everything a joke to you?”

“Funny things are.”

Steve stares at him.

Tony banters with him, because Rhodey isn’t there to stop him.

-

“Big man in a suit of armor,” Steve spits, eyes blue as glass and twice as sharp. “Take that off, what are you?”

A husband. A mechanic. A man.  

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” Tony bites back, the words slipping from his tongue far too easy for half of them to be lies.

Steve scoffs. “I know guys with none of that worth ten of you.”

The worst part of it is that it’s true, despite what Rhodey says.

“And I’ve seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself.”

And doesn’t that just cut, because no, Tony fights for Yinsen, for Rhodey, for the people his weapons killed.

“You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you–“

“I think I would just cut the wire.”

Because it’s easier to find a solution where he doesn’t have to die, where he doesn’t have to leave Rhodey alone.

“Always a way out. You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.”

“A hero? Like you?” And it’s from years of Howard, years of you’ll never be like him, years of he was my best creation and you’re nothing but a boy, that give him the courage, or the resentment, to speak. “You’re a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”

A bottle with a serum that Howard helped stabilize.

Steve doesn’t look away, so Tony doesn’t either, because Rhodey isn’t there to change his gaze.

-

It hurts, when they lose Coulson, but not as much as it hurts when Fury tries to use it to manipulate them.

Tony leaves before he finishes talking.

-

Steve finds him.

Tony lets him talk, says what he wants to hear, until Steve asks, “Is this the first time you’ve lost a soldier?”

It hits too close to home, and Tony aches for Rhodey.

-

Fury’s manipulation works. The Avengers assemble, a colorful team of people more broken than anything else.

Tony talks to Loki; showman to showman.

The entire time, his mind is on Rhodey.

Tony doesn’t know whether to be grateful he isn’t there, or fear that he doesn’t know where he is.  

-

And then it all happens too fast again.

Tony’s flying into the wormhole before he knows it, because what he does know is that Rhodey’s already on his way to New York, knows that the second aliens appeared in the sky, Rhodey was in his suit, and this is the only choice to make. No more cutting the wire.

“Calling Colonel Rhodes,” JARVIS says.

Tony doesn’t take his eyes off the icon of Rhodey’s face as it rings, and rings, and goes silent.

And then everything goes silent.

-

Rhodey sees Tony falling, sees his husband falling, and then he catches him, like he knew he’d have to.

Tony wakes up with his head in Rhodey’s lap.

“Hey,” he says, trying to keep his voice from breaking.

“You idiot,” Rhodey says, and his voice does break.

“Did we win?”

“You almost died.”

“Yeah, but did we win?”

“I’m gonna kill you so bad, you promised–“

“I love you too, honey bear.”

It doesn’t matter who kisses who first, because they’re kissing, and there are camera shutters going off, and the Avengers are staring, and there are people screaming, and it’ll be all over the news in minutes, but Tony’s alive and in Rhodey’s arms, and that does matter.

[just-like-playing-tag]

I just finished chapter 181.4 and AHHHHH it's so wholesome I'm gonna cry. anna and gilda trying on clothes is so adorable and all the kids look so happy I'm just....GAH I love them....

I KNOW RIGHT IT'S JUST SO GOOD it's???? Everything I've ever wanted?????????? I was so happy when I first read it, it's just amazing, so pure and wholesome. Hadn't it been for Emma not having her memories it would have probably made it to my #1 favorite chapter, but even with that I think it wins a solid third place!!!!! It's just that... You know how passionate I am about the other, sidelined children that are not the trio, so having a chapter that gave a bit of spotlight to every single of them + trio awesomeness was truly delightful. Might as well go through all of it again while I'm here!!! Following random assorted thoughts in dots eheh. Some are directly taken from the comments I shared with friends after reading it for the first time!!!

Confirmation that all the kids live together in a big house thank you very much that's exactly what I needed

The implication that Emma kept living with grandpa, so cute!!!!! I love that he's not alone anymore.

OLIVER AND VIOLET IN FLIGHT ATTENDANT UNIFORMS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFNDOALDHOEBDKABALAABDKBSKAB

Just. You cannot understand how happy I was the first time I saw this spread. The kids finally getting to do what they've always wanted to do... Yeah it made me tear up a little. A little lot.

I like to think the GP group did the same thing on another day!!

THIS. THIS. THIS. I loved this panel so so much like... Cliché scenes of guys peaking over girls at sauna are dead, only "girls and boys wholesomely waving at each other from one side to the other of the bath" scenes from now on. It was just so beautiful and refreshing, it really makes me smile just to think about it. Thoma and Lani goofing with each other and Ray 💢ing at them!!!!!!! Ray / Thoma / Lani interactions are the best and these little things really warm my heart besides what's up with the monkey

THIS WAS SO FUNNY AND MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH. THE MEMES THAT FOLLOWED THIS WERE EPIC. So Norman tho ahah. Norman be like:

Norman: OK PEOPLES WE NEED ALL THE MONEY WE CAN GET TO FIND EMMA. I WANT FOR ALL THE MOST ADVANTAGED TECHNOLOGY TO BE USED. THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MATTER OF OUR LIVES. I DON'T WANT A SINGLE RESOURCE TO GO SPARE.

Some innocent, naïve little kid: Maybe we could ask the Ratris for a tip?

Norman:

Norman: Did I fucking stutter.

It's just so neat because you have Norman, pure, soft, won't hurt a fly... But then you also have Norman @Ratris "I would sell you to Satan for a corn chip"

Most men: I don't care about money when it comes to my girlfriend

Norman: *literally starts an entire, successful business in a year to find Emma * get on my level

I love Sonya getting a position in the company, she's so rarely mentioned but still so cool nonetheless!!!!!!!!! Ray is vice-ceo, but has probably only been assigned the role by Norman who wanted to have him around and near him, and probably doesn't do much more than mock Norman and eat chips ahah.

Just. This is so wholesome!!! This is literally the only chapter ever. Just look at them!!! I really like how the other, not-escapees children are occasionally portrayed. I love that, even tho we don't get to know what they wished for (except for Phil and Sherry), at least we know they took part of the trip and got to see their dreams come true as well!! (you can see Hans here, but featured in the chapter are also Marnya, Chamberlain, Naila, Carol...)

GILDA AND ANNA ANDKSNAJSKSNKSMA I CRIED I SCREMAED I SCRIED I literally died. They're just so pure and wonderful and that's what they deserve and their happiness is what fits them best and aaaaahhh. I'm just so happy for them (╥﹏╥)

I ADORED them tagging Emma along, it was so sweet and wholesome!!! Really love the outfit they put together for Emma: it's way more sportish than theirs - with shorts and baseball hat and no frills - which is just *so* nice? It's like them wanting to make Emma part of something they enjoy, but paying attention to keeping her comfortable- it's just so wholesome.

What I mean is: you know Gilda and Anna are good™ when not only they dress up Emma, but they dress up Emma with things she likes + she's comfortable in (Also fun fact, in a panel from that scene Emma has her left ear!!)

Gilda with low ponytails!!!!!!

I just. Don't have words for all the children's wishes. Every single panel is so wholesome and makes me cry. It's exactly what these kids deserve and it couldn't make me happier to see them finally being this happy, doing the things they've always wanted to do. It's just. I'm crying again. Thank you Kaiu Shirai and Posuka Demizu for the best manga chapter ever created

DO I EVEN NEED MORE WORDS I'VE BEEN QUITE LITERALLY SPAMMING ALL OF MY FRIENDS WITH THIS PICTURE FOR MONTHS. I just think it was very thoughtful of Posuka Demizu of giving us the best Ray panel ever even AFTER the manga had ended just. Wow.

I love how Norman is always... Kindly explaining things to Emma... He's so soft!!!!

NORMAN NORMAN NORMAN honestly I love him so freaking much. Like I was so so worried- reading this for the first time, I remember being literally terrified they would have pulled a NorEmma and make Norman's wish Emma-centered ("I want to spend time with Emma" "I want for Emma to be happy"). I was so glad that wasn't the case!!!! Sis his wish is so pure, and fits Norman so much... He just loves *both* of his friends more than anything, and I'm so happy they didn't take that away from him. I remember when I first saw it I was like "oh right, now I remember why he's my favorite character" 😂😂

HIS SOFT EYES IN THE PANEL ABOVE I swear I would die for these kids. Norman really is so precious!!!!

Demizu really outdid herself this time... All the characters look so gorgeous... That one Ray panel™ that deserves to be put in a museum... The Sagrada Familia... The giraffes...

I mean... Ok, I'm not the biggest fan of angst- but I think at least this was very well executed. I still despise how Emma gave up on her memories... But I think they handled it well in this chapter, and no memories!Emma felt very in character!!! The losing herself in sad thoughts for a moment, and then screaming the first thing that comes to your mind just to get a grip on herself is so, so Emma. And seeing how deep down she's still the same Emma is so nice.

Lastly, throwback to my final thoughts about the chapter:

L m a o

[luffyrose]

OKAY

I am currently very out of it because I'm the awful combination of sleep-deprived and sugar high but I said I'd give some osmp stuff!

Which I just learned that it's osmp and not origin so pardon that mistake on the post yesterday!

Because I am currently not able to do the think that well this ain't gonna make any sense if I go on for too long so I'm gonna just talk about Tommy and partially Phil's races.

So, I believe Tommy's race, the Avians, are able to live for thousands of years, being more likely to die from accidents and disease than old age.

Which adds to another thing, I like to think that Avians do eventually gain flight, it's just that it takes hundreds of years for their wings to fully grow and develop compared to say Phil's Elytrian race.

Avians live in small communities conjoined with one another, so like small villages, but the less flighted/grown Avians that come from the village the less the others interact since it's seen as almost shameful to have so many die or become damaged in their society.

So basically, Avians gain flight after living a long time but certain villages can be almost completely shut off from others of their race if they 'fail' to produce functioning members that would be allowed.

Tommy specifically came from a fairly well-made village, but still far enough from the central/flighted Avian city that there were no Avians that stayed there after they gained the ability to fly.

His village tended to be on the more regal and sophisticated side of things, having dances, staying away from difficult or dangerous situations, and altogether being very prissy.

Tommy was born to a higher-up family and was the equivalent of a noble in his village. He was heavily sheltered, which bored him to no ends so he snuck out to scare his parents and others as he was what they viewed as a golden child.

Despite his ill-manners, Tommy was the perfect image of beauty in their society with a fairer complexion and brightly colored wings, which were rare to have, most being varying shades of grey or browns, some being white or black.

One time he traveled to the edge of the mountains they lived on, he was still very young at the time so his wings couldn't even ease his falls yet. He was messing around and playing when his parents arrived, telling him to come away from the edge.

Tommy didn't listen right away however and a gust of wind knocked him down, causing him to fall down the cliffs. His family retrieved him but upon seeing how mangled his wings were, they grew wary.

As Tommy began to heal, his wings stayed fairly damaged, becoming clear he most likely wouldn't ever fully grow wings. His family, before he had even woken from the fall, bandaged him up, gave him a bag of supplies to get started, and left him in a makeshift hut at the base of the mountain.

That's my gen idea on Avians, since they seem so simple compared to others it just made me think that maybe they could eventually gain flight but it's just unlikely since it takes a long time, and sustaining an injury that prevents it would be pretty easy within all that time. But I think those that do gain that ability see themselves as superior and made a closed-off society.

Making the entire race seem cocky with little benefit despite their longer lifespan and eventual flight.

I also think that the Elytrians would be aware of the two sides to the Avian nature and almost classify them differently with flighted Avians being referred to as something different and non-flighted just being Avians.

I don't know if any of this made sense but if you want more on different peeps ask away! And if you'd like to see an actual story, or just have general lore for the races and not the character specifically I'm up for that -w-

[deletingpoint]

The Lighthouse

on Ao3 (had to create a fandom tag to post this)

Zooey knows it’s stupid, it’s stupid and lame how she opened up to Susan. She would like to blame it on the wine or the danger or Susan being all I can set things on fire!!! in that way too chipper tone of hers. Who takes something like that as casually anyway? Sure, she’s seen some weird stuff over the years, but she’s never actually had powers. And uh, the soulmates, who needs those things anyway? So she swiftly gets up after too many words about a certain Kyle Summers and bolts it to the car. Susan of course stays in the house, probably getting herself killed or whatever.

The waves keep crashing to the rocks, keeping her awake. It has nothing to with Kyle or Susan or anyone really, it’s the waves and the spinning head from too much wine that keeps her awake. Yeah, that’s all. Susan’s still a mystery. Okay, she’s telekinetic and a closer, but come on! there’s nothing special about her. Demons eat girls like her for breakfast.

Zooey sighs and pulls her knees closer, it’s been a fucking long day. She drifts off, the waves crashing around her, she pulls Kyle’s jacket closer for warmth, but it slips through her fingers, watery and slippery and dirty like buried, it should stay buried. There’s drops of water flying on her face and she takes a moment to realize it was a dream. And then another moment to realize that no, it’s not a dream, the water is fucking real and there’s pretty clearly vengeful ghosts surrounding her. And the fucking car won’t start, fuck, she can’t die like this! Come on! The car horn blares into the night, the motor dies out, the lights are gone, she needs to… hell, she can at least wake up Susan! If she’s not dead already…. Shit! She tries again and the car stays running, the lights coming to life and the ghosts are gone. As if they’d never been here. She’s gonna fucking kill Luke for making her come here and almost getting a heart attack. Susan!

She breathes in and exits the car, still leaving the motor running and looks towards the house. The lights are on, but that doesn’t mean anything. The water could’ve…. She runs towards the house and just as she’s getting to the door it opens and a gasping Susan storms out.

“Zooey! There’s,” she points towards the house and then looks around, “you’re alright? Thank god you’re alright! I almost drowned in there,” and suddenly Zooey’s enveloped in a hug, warm hands rubbing her back. “Does this happen often?” words are mumbled into her ear, but the hug still goes on, so she hugs back and feels her muscles relax and breathing becoming normal again.

“Don’t ask,” she answers, attempting at a joke. Susan only squeezes harder before releasing her.

“We should use it as a slogan,” Zooey only now notices how her clothes are wet.

“What happened to you?” she slides a hand down Susan’s arm, searching her eyes, but she just shakes her head and plasters on that cursed smile.

“Hey, do you want to leave? We can still do that, you know?” she tries again.

“Naah, we’re already here and I guess the worst has happened.”

“Okay, I’m gonna turn off the car and then we’ll both go inside and keep an eye on each other.” She hurries back to the car before returning to Susan who’s been waiting.

“Those ghosts were angry, huh?” she says as they go back in.

“Yeah, think my lungs were filled with water before it pored out of my mouth.”

“So you literally almost drowned? That’s crazy.” Zooey can feel shivers running through her body, it still feels like the waves are everywhere. Only when they take a seat at the couch does she notice that Susan has started to shake.

“Hey, we’re okay now. I think,” she probably needs to comfort her somehow, but that is so not what she does best.

“Of course we are, should I call this in?”

“Just, send a message I guess, we’re not dead and Phil and August will be here in the morning anyway.

“Uh-uh, okay, okay, just feel like we should do something.”

“Here’s a thought, how about we go back to sleep? I know I haven’t slept much.”

“Yeah, you sleep,” Susan starts to get up, but Zooey grabs her arm again.

“Both of us. Come on, I’ll hold you,” she winks, “keeps all the nightmares away!”

Susan falls back onto the couch and Zooey grabs a blanket on them. Like hell she’s gonna let this newbie think herself crazy. Neither of them fall asleep right away, but after a while they relax and turn heavy of sleep.

When Zooey wakes again Phil and August are already there and there’s the smell of coffee permeating the air. She pretends to sleep for a little while, not wanting this day. She can feel it’s only gonna get worse in her bones. But of course a stupid remark from Phil just begs her to get up again.

She feels unsettled all day, glancing at Susan from time to time, trying to make sense of it all. It wasn’t the scariest night she’s ever had, but it was close and Susan is just running around talking and doing stuff with a smile on her face and why the hell is she like that? Sure, they all get used to these things fast, but Susan’s something else.

And then of course she wants to stay for another night. She’s right, those influencers would murder them on social media. So, Zooey stays too, neither of them even planning to go to sleep.

Luckily, Phil comes through with his lighthouse story and how the fuck is a bright lamp so hard to find? Susan disregards it in a second and is outside in another.

And that’s…. that’s when she sees it. The fire. She can feel it’s warmth up here, the light so bright it illuminates the night. The ghost ship turning around. Susan creating fire from her hands, a smile on her face as she leans her face upwards. Beautiful. No, pretty much stunning actually. Surrounded with that power. She runs down and sees that smile filled with light up close and turns to look at dying fire.

“Wow,” she can’t help but say, “that was impressive?”

And now that smile is directed at her.

“No, seriously, we could like, rent you out for viking funerals,” she makes a joke. She means it, but it also makes the moment less intense and they both laugh and lock their eyes and oh, perhaps that fire lives inside her all the time. That light coming out in smiles and calling you home. Their very own lighthouse.

[technospotatoes]

Anarchist Syndicate Codenames Analysis

OKAY so this is something I came up with on the fly and I spent about 1-2 hours on it instead of my lit essay lmao. I’m just focusing on the current members of the Anarchist Syndicate and how their Codenames correlate to their characters and what they could mean within context of the DSMP. 

Buckle your seatbelts, it’s gonna be a long one. 

Let me know your thoughts and opinions!

Techno: Protesilaus

1. A hero in the Iliad who was honored at cult cities in Thessaly (birthplace of Achilles) and Thrace (sired valuable mercenaries and soldiers)

2. Was the first to die in the Trojan war

An oracle prophesied that the first Greek to walk on land after arriving by ship would be the first to die. 

After killing four men in the war, Protesilaus was killed by Hector. 

3. The Cult of Protesilaus

A shrine in his honor

Organized games in his honor

Tomb was visited by Alexander the Great

4. Possibly distantly related to Heracles

Unclear

Protesilaus’ father was Iphicles: a half brother to Heracles

Analysis: 

Techno is a well-rounded soldier/fighter and often utilizes his catchphrase “Technoblade Never Dies”; so it is ironic that he would choose Protesilaus as a codename, even though he was the first death in the Trojan war. Given he was a talented soldier and killed many before his death from Hector, Protesilaus died in conflict, but his legacy lived on. The Cult of Protesilaus could be a subtle reference to the Anarchist Syndicate that he created with Phil, or a coincidence. 

Techno’s codename could be foreshadowing his fate within the SMP in future conflicts. If this is the case, Dream could possibly represent Hector, and take his final canon life/lives. 

Phil: Zephyrus

1. God of the West Wind

Known as the gentlest of winds

Messenger of spring

2. Reported to have many wives

Husband to Iris (goddess of the rainbow) 

Abducted the Goddess Chloris, and fathered Karpos 

Karpos was known for his beauty, also a living metaphor of the coming of spring and bearing fruit

Was said to be the father of Achilles’ horses (with one of the Harpes from the Iliad-- a seer)

Analysis: 

Phil is canonically depicted with wings, as is Zephyrus, so it is a cute little character detail. Interestingly, Zephyrus is the “gentlest of winds” and “the coming of spring”, which is ironic to Phil’s character who insights chaos (see Doomsday and interest in anarchism). It seems odd to me that a character who shows rather unpredictable qualities would choose a name that is synonymous with rebirth/new beginnings and peace. But he does want to revive Wilbur, bringing about a new beginning for him. 

What I think is particularly interesting is we can analyze from the familial ties. Zephyrus married Iris, goddess of the rainbow, which could very well represent Mumza (Kristen) AW. Zephyrus’ son, Karpos represents the coming of spring and bearing fruit; which in the DSMP lore could be connected to Wilbur. Wilbur’s one passion, bringing up L’Manburg could very well be a reference to this fruit. [Also, within the myth, Karpos’ mother Chloris could be the Samsung Fridge we all know and love.]

Ranboo: Lethe

1. One of the rivers of the underworld of Hades

Flows around the cave of Hypnos (meaning sleep, or hypnosis) 

Those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness

Lethe was also the name of the Greek spirit of forgetfulness and oblivion

2. Some ancient Greeks believed that souls were required to drink from the river before being reincarnated, so they would not remember their past lives. 

There is another river, Mnemosyne, which is the river of remembrance. (causing the opposite effect of Lethe) 

Souls are given a choice to drink from either river, and if they choose Mnemosyne, they become all-knowing and akin to gods. But they are not reincarnated.

Analysis: 

Now here is where this stuff gets interesting. Ranboo’s character is notorious for his memory deficiency, which is a direct call to his codename, meaning “forgetfulness”. He states that the cause of his memory loss was due to a traumatic incident-- Ranboo doesn’t remember his family, where he comes from (etc). In popular myth, souls must drink water from the river Lethe to forget their past lives if they choose to be reincarnated. My theory is that Ranboo died before joining the SMP plot, and most likely consented to his memory loss to be brought back to life; likely an offer from Dream. Rather than moving on to the afterlife (“drinking from Mnemosyne”), he chose to be someone’s attempt at revival. Knowing that there is a river that brings about the adverse effects of Lethe, we can theorize that there is some hope to recover Ranboo’s memory. 

Now that person who revived Ranboo could be Dream, Schlatt or Foolish. Dream, because he wants to bring Wilbur back and is keen to experiment, Schlatt, because of his knowledge and curiosity of the revivebook, and Foolish because he is known to be a god of death. 

Ranboo’s enderwalk state can also be tied to the word “oblivion”, which means he is unconscious or unaware of what is happening, even though he may retain information from those events. Dream is likely in control of when Ranboo enderwalks, or they can see through each other’s eyes in those periods. (See when he visited Dream’s hideout, and recalled his Attachments speech. See also Ranboo’s prison hallucination, despite never actually visiting)

Niki: Unknown/TBD

Potential names I think are cool: 

1. Rhamnousia/Nemesis

Goddess of revenge, or those who succumb to hubris

Niki seeks revenge on those who did her wrong... Specifically Tommy

2. Persephone

Queen of the underworld

Lover of Hades, and chose to live with him

Niki chose to join the syndicate of her own accord, and feels wanted and appreciated there

I believe that Niki has an important role to play within the Syndicate, and we shouldn’t underestimate her ability. This is a setting that is very appealing and redeeming for her character. and Niki has also voiced her opinions on revenge and being spoken over in the past-- so it would be satisfying to choose a codename that resonates with those values. 

Unknown: Harpocrates

1. God of silence, secrets and confidentiality

2. Adapted by the Greeks from the Egyptian god Horus the Child

Who represented the rising sun

3. Father was Osiris, the original divine pharaoh of Egypt

4. Culturally represented by roses

Often found painted on borders of ceilings of rooms intended for the receiving of guests. 

A sign that topics discussed within the room are not to be shared or repeated outside the room 

Roses symbolize confidentiality

5. Could also represent childhood, or childish joy, 

Statues of Horus are described with a finger held to the mouth (egyptian symbol for child, Greco-Roman symbol for silence)

My personal candidates:           (in order from most to least likely)

Karl-- association with the Inbetween and the wither roses, events in the Inbetween are not to be mentioned to anyone. Karl is known to keep secrets (his secret library and time-travel powers)

Connor-- Knows Karl’s “secret” (possibly his time-traveling abilities-- not confirmed), and Tommy first confided in Connor with his “secret” that Dream revived him

Foolish-- His summer home is literally the depiction of ancient Egypt. He has also stated that he is a totem god, or god of death and new beginnings, akin to that of the rising sun. 

Hannah-- not likely, Techno referred to Harpocrates as a “he”, but she is strongly associated with roses. Is currently tied with Egg lore, and Techno does not want anyone with ties to the Egg. 

Callahan-- a silent character. Could possibly know more secrets about SMP members due to his often appearance. No current lore to show any motives

Quackity-- unlikely, due to his capitalism arc and lore coming soon, but he could utilize secrets and confidential information to his benefit… as a sort of “payment”

Fundy-- very unlikely, however fundy is known to be sort of childish. His father was Wilbur, the creator/original ruler of L’Manburg (See Osiris)

Harpocrates could also be a new addition to the SMP as well. 

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! characters and their fave musicals

pretty much an hc’s for funsies type of thing. which characters are absolute nerds for musicals and which ones couldn’t care less? i know not everyone likes musicals but if this is your thing, feel free to read! 

Hinata: he’s one of those people who watched Shrek the Musical unironically and ended up getting really hooked on it but no way is he going to tell anyone

Kageyama: thinks that the Shrek trilogy are counted as movie musicals because ‘the characters sing and everything’. will fall asleep in a theatre so don’t bring him you’ll be disappointed

Tsukishima: loves Avenue Q and The Producers because the humor is right up his alley. also has tASTE and his fave is probs something like Hadestown because it is the best musical. loves to break down the lyrics and listens to an album non-stop when he’s obsessed

Yamaguchi: he tried to watch Grease but ended up throwing popcorn at the tv-screen because of the blatant sexism. yams is not About That. gets his recommendations from Tsukki and has never looked back

Tanaka: likes anything with awesome choreography and really cool special-effects like Hamilton or Be More Chill. when you ask him about the story though he’s like ???

Noya: doesn’t get the concept of musicals. ‘she’s singing about the guy but he’s right there??? doesn’t he hear everything????’ ‘WHY ARE THEY SINGING JUST FIGHT ALREADY’

Ennoshita: also has Taste. watches pretty much anything and loves to keep track of new productions and new casting. if you ask him about his favorite musical he’ll probably specifically mention the cast and where it was performed

Asahi: y’all are gonna hate me y’all are gonna hate me but JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR haha jk. one hundred percent a Dear Evan Hansen kinda guy because he relates to the main guy’s personality. has waving through a window on repeat

Sugawara: LOVES the classics: Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon. knows every song and movement by heart. sings them everywhere. would not listen to anything else. also Moulin Rouge because he’s one Classy Bitch

Daichi: appreciates any good musical recommended to him but the kind of person who presses ‘shuffle’ when listening to the recording and all the fans around him die inside. does this more than once just for that reaction

Kiyoko: loves anything with awesome female roles, particularly Legally Blonde and Six the Musical. raises an eyebrow at you if you say you like Grease and you land on her list of people she would barely talk to

 Yachi: practically raised on disney movie musicals. loves to watch and re-watch videos from Broadway Princess Party a lot. is basically a disney princess herself and loves to put some songs on when she cleans the house. 

Kuroo: one of those people who got really into Hamilton back in the day. would sing the vocals, the back-up vocals, the chorus parts, and hum the intros. says he’s a musical fan but that’s the only one he’s watched/listened to.

Kenma: someone recommended Be More Chill to him (probably tsukki) and he ended up actually liking it. once in a while you’ll hear him humming ‘christiiiiIIiine’ under his breath. likes to listen to michael in the bathroom at 2 am

Yaku:  hates musicals ever since Nekoma had a movie night and then decided to watch Lion King and lev dead-ass lifted him up over his head like what rafiki did to simba in That Scene. 

Lev: another one who likes disney musicals but like, the basic ones (frozen, tangled, beauty and the beast). mostly because they’re his sister’s favorites tho. has more than once did the whole ‘do you want to build a snowman’ thing with alisa and probably his teammates

Oikawa: thinks that liking Heathers makes him edgy it doesn’t. practically paid hanamaki and matsukawa to sing Candy Store with him and using iwa as veronica. absolutely vibes to the Mean Girls musical

Iwaizumi: a hard High School Musical stan, now and forever. thinks that Ryan and Chad are definitely gay. one time oikawa was giving them a pep talk and said ‘what team?’ and iwa yelled ‘WILDCATS’ and then everybody looked at him because they KNEW they KNEW HE NEVER GOT OVER THAT PHASE-- 

Matsukawa: Cats. The Movie.* wrote a long-ass thread on twitter about why the female cats should be given six boob and tagged Tom Hooper. was blocked.

Hanamaki: *see above. probably had his sexual awakening when he saw Idris Elba as a sexy cat. there’s nothing gendered about a sexy cat

Kyoutani: likes the leather jacket aesthetic in Grease. looked up the lyrics to ‘Greased Lightning’ once and shut off his laptop when he saw the innuendos. may have tried to replicate the choreography at one point but fell off a table

Yahaba: a romantic at heart. has a copy of the West Side Story DvD and loves to sing ‘Maria’ and ‘One Hand, One Heart.’ he and Oikawa love to duet ‘I Feel Pretty.’ also tried to copy the choreography and sUCCEEDED

Ushijima: you’ve taken him to see an array of musicals, from the much-loved classics to the inventive modern musicals. every time, you glance at him hoping for any reaction. he always leaves the theater saying ‘it was good.’ only one musical has managed to make him crack a smile: The Muppets (the movie ver.)

Tendou: another boy with Quality Taste. is a hardcore stan of any musical by Team Starkid (also loves that they’re all on Youtube). makes so many references to them but nobody else understands. will yell ‘TIGERFUCKER TIGERFUCKER’ out of the blue

Shirabu: thinks that La La Land is Peak Taste. got angry when tendou showed him a video of ryan gosling scenes in the movie but it’s all replaced by barry, the bee from Bee Movie. now La La Land is ruined because he keeps on remembering ‘you like jazz?’ in barry’s voice 

Semi: tells you that he just doesn’t watch musicals but he secretly had such a Les Miz phase. writes enjolras x reader fanfics and his longest one was 200k words. if he hears anything that vaguely sounds like ‘do you hear the people sing’, a tear will fall out of the corner of his eye

Goshiki: was looking for slime tutorials one and stumbled on ‘not hamilton just a 2 hr slime tutorial’ y’all kno what i’m talking about and watched the whole thing. was disappointed that there weren’t any slimes but is now into hamilton

Akaashi: knows and understands the peak performance quality and biblical philosophy of Jesus Christ Superstar. doesn’t tell anyone about it though because they all assume its all church music. ‘it’s not’, he sobs. ‘it’s more.’

Bokuto: akaashi recommended Jesus Christ Superstar to him and he watched it, thinking that he’d see jesus playing an electric guitar. he was very disappointed and sulked about it for a week. LOVES disney musicals though

Atsumu: was one of those kids who would look up the Harry Potter Puppet Pals videos on youtube and stumbled in to A Very Potter Musical. ever since jk rowling’s snake side came out he began accepting that fan musical as canon. likes to piss rowling off by posting screenshots of the musical and saying its from the movie

Osamu: the Disney fan but with Quality Taste. loves Hunchback of Notre Dame, Princess and the Frog, Prince of Egypt, and Anastasia (the last two aren’t disney but animated musicals). cries at the sound of Phil Collins’ sultry voice. 

Kita: is in love with Phantom of the Opera because his grandmother loves listening to it. he’d sing THE ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK pretty much every day until his teammates catch him singing in the locker rooms while they were changing AND NAILING ALL OF CHRISTINE’S HIGH NOTES LIKE ITS NOTHING

Terushima: doesn’t like musicals so his friend recommended that he watch The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals by Team Starkid because of the crackhead humor. watched Robert Manion perform and ending up going on google and searching ‘does watching men move their hips real nice make me bi?’

Koganegawa:  y’all are gonna be surprised but this one’s a hardcore Wicked fan. has watched all of the different castings of it. he loves to imitate Elphaba’s iconic ‘FIEEEEROOOOOOO’ line in the showers and records it, just to see if he’s close to how it sounds onstage. has Idina Menzel’s autograph

Futakuchi: bitch does nothing but roast everyone else’s musical tastes. hamilton? ‘wow, mainstream much?’ dear evan hansen? ‘psshh, basic.’ be more chill? ‘think you’re edgy or something?’ the greatest show? ‘what are you? five?’ his favorite musical is actually Cats

[flowitch]

so we may lose c!tommy tomorrow. i am Not emotionally prepared for that i will admit. there are positives and negatives to this. 

starting with the negatives since i am a natural pessimist, it’s not fair. all he’s done since the beginning of the server is fight. he said it himself today, making drugs that day with wilbur was the last and only time he was truly happy. he’s been kicked out of his home multiple times, watched it get destroyed multiple times, watched his brother die to the hands of phil, watched his best friend turn him away, been gaslighted and abused by the person who he was stuck in exile with, been on the same team as someone who wants to destroy the home he’s fought so hard for, given his discs up on multiple occasions, watched everyone tell him what he wants doesn’t matter, watched the person who was “protecting” him side with his abuser, etc. it’s not fair that after all that he’s been through, everyone is against him and he has to die. why doesn’t he get to be happy? why does it have to be “fair for everyone” in every situation except the ones that benefit him? why does every problem on the server have to be blamed on him? he’s just a kid. he didn’t deserve everything he’s been through, and he sure as hell doesn’t deserve to die at the hands of his tormentor when he finally has a chance to get his discs back. it’s just not fair. 

there are some positives, although they aren’t necessarily positive in the long run. one, he gets to die with or near his best friend. him and tubbo have been through so much against each other and together, and it’s only fitting that tommy’s story ends with his best friend. it’ll also come full circle with the two of them fighting dream for the discs. it will definitely bring some comfort to him that he gets to die with tubbo near him. another “positive” is his purpose. tommy said it himself today, he will get the discs back, or he will die trying. regardless of what happens tomorrow, he will be fulfilled, because he tried. he’s tried so hard for so long, and it’s a beautiful thing that his story will end with him doing what he’s always done: trying his best. he will also be fulfilling another goal of his: making wilbur proud. wilbur wondered when everything first started if tommy was dedicated to l’manburg and the cause. everything he’s done since then has proved that he is dedicated. he’ll die making the real wilbur proud, and he will get to see him again (being that wilbur has not been brought back yet). and the biggest thing, he gets to rest. everything that has ever happened on the server has to led to this moment, and if he loses, if he dies, he gets to rest. 

i really really hope he doesn’t die. i want him to be able to live his life in peace and finally feel a bit of happiness. unfortunately, if he does survive tomorrow, that means that techno, jack, niki, and most likely phil, will be out to kill him. he’s just going to be tricked and betrayed again. it’s difficult to say what’s worse at this point: him dying without ever experiencing peace and happiness, or him living and being thrown back into a constant cycle of betrayal, death, and pain?

if c!tommy does die tomorrow, that means that tommy is most likely gonna take a step back from the smp. that makes me really sad, but i’m excited to see what more he does with his youtube channel and other games like rust. his content growth is just incredible. thank you tommy for making such an amazing character. i hope he does not die lmao.  

[felidaefighter]

Sleep, And Be Safe

[angst with a happy ending, melancholy, Wilbur’s death comes up briefly, AU where Phil adopts Ranboo and Wilbur repairs his relationships; Philza POV]

Philza tells his son a bedtime story. Philza watches his son die. Philza tells his other son a bedtime story. Philza watches his son tell a bedtime story.

“Phil? I’m tired,” Wilbur says in a quiet, pleading voice.

Phil knows Wilbur is old enough to be outgrowing these things, that soon this will be the last time he whines like this; still a child, still his father’s son, but getting older and smarter every day. He wraps his wing around the pre-teen and sighs in resignation.

“You’re getting old for this,” Phil says matter-of-factly.

“I know,” Wilbur says, and with a yawn, adds “Please?”

Phil sits down on the bed, black shadow of his wings partially wrapping around the two of them. “I’m assuming you don’t want to hear about The Goddess Of Flowerfall, The Empress Of The Void, or The King Who Stole The World,” he said, already knowing the answer and the story his son wanted. Wilbur shook his head, confirming it.

“Right,” Phil began.

“Once, at the start of the world, there was only day. And a crow who loved her children very, very much. But the children were adventurous, and in their adventures, though full of wonder it was, they wound up getting hurt. The crow pleaded with her children to rest sometimes, but the children asked, “How can we rest, when the world is full of things to see?” So the crow came up with a plan. It was a simple plan.”

As he spoke, he drew his wings tighter and tighter around the two of them, engulfing them both slowly-- he smiled softly as he saw Wilbur’s eyes fluttering shut.

“The crow thought, “If my children have nothing to see, they will be able to rest; at least for a little while.” So she gathered them all up in their nest, and wrapped her black wings around them for a long time. And they slept. And when she opened her wings, it was the first morning. The crow did this many times, and every time, it worked. But the crow realized she couldn’t do this forever. And she saw other creatures, without her beautiful wings, with children who were adventurous, and in their adventures, though full of wonder it was, wound up getting hurt. So the crow made one final plan.”

Phil stopped, hearing the snoring coming beneath his wings, and suppressed a chuckle. It seemed like no matter how old Wilbur grew, that trick would always work. Gently, he unfolded his wings, and repositioned Wilbur in a way that wouldn’t give him a headache upon waking, throwing a blanket over him before leaving the room. He hummed, finding himself thinking a little on the old fable. If only things were actually so simple that a full night’s rest could cure wanderlust and keep his child safe.

-----

It’s been a long time since Phil has wrapped his wings around his son. As he’d suspected, wanderlust had claimed him as soon as it was able; Wilbur had been a traveller and a poet for nearly half his life now, sending his own tales of adventures in long-winded letters and sometimes regaled to him by Phil’s own eager flock of crows. It was rare they got to speak in person; even rarer for Phil to wrap his wings around Wilbur, and rarer still for Wilbur to tell Phil that he was tired.

Phil has lived for what could be an eternity-- years go by in a blink, days mean almost nothing.

And yet, for about ten seconds, there’s enough time for a billion thoughts to race through his head. It’s the slowest ten seconds of Phil’s life. He has just enough time to react, to do what a parent naturally does and desperately attempt to shield his son from the force of the explosion with his whole body, wings and all. There are so many things in Phil’s head right now-- thoughts and concepts and worries and realizations and how he’s going to react when the explosion is over and those ten seconds are up. 

In the midst of all these thoughts, in a brief flicker, that old fable comes to mind. But the children were adventurous, and in their adventures, though full of wonder it was, they wound up getting hurt. The crow pleaded with her children to rest sometimes, but the children asked, “How can we rest, when the world is full of things to see?” His wings surround Wilbur, and he can feel them burn, but it doesn’t matter. He can feel the damage eating them, but it doesn’t matter. Just for a moment, Phil has his wings around his son again. Just for a moment, he can pretend this can protect his son.

The ten seconds are up. The explosion stops. Wilbur begins to speak again, something desperate in his voice. He’s long gone. He’s hurt. He’s pleading. He’s pleading, and he sounds tired-- of life, that is, but still tired. If only life were so simple.

It ends with sleep eternal. There is no ache that repositioning can avoid; there is no blanket but the soft earth once a grave has been dug. There aren’t even any wings to cover him anymore, or time to spend mourning at this moment. It must be done later; there are other people’s children in danger; other creatures without beautiful black wings to protect them.

-----

“You alright mate?” Phil asks, giving Ranboo a side-eye. The tall hybrid had been muttering and moving strangely for about a half hour now, and it was starting to seem less like some quirky behavior that Ranboo was admittedly prone to and something unusual and potentially concerning instead.

“Hm? Oh--” Ranboo stopped his muttering sheepishly. “Phil, I’m tired,” He confesses. 

Nostalgia hits Phil in the gut as if it were the blunt end of a sword handle, but Phil is a seasoned warrior, and he takes it in stride, without Ranboo picking up on it. “Aw, mate,” Phil says fondly, and Ranboo flushes a bit, embarrassed.

“I’m fine,” Ranboo tries to say, but is cut off by his own giant yawn, jaw unhinging and dipping down towards his chest.

“Oh--” That was certainly a sight. It did, at least, distract Phil from his thoughts about when he’d last heard that particular sentence from a son of his. “Yeah, fine,” Phil drawls smugly, “Looks like someone’s tired.”

“Phil!” Ranboo chides, but the hybrid is drooping in his posture and looking more like a ragdoll than an enderman by the minute. Phil starts to subtly cart Ranboo off to the spare room in his house, deciding that the short trek through the snow to Ranboo’s own house is a trek too much. “I can take care of myself!”

Phil knows this. Phil knows that Ranboo is an adult, that Ranboo is capable of taking care of himself. Phil also knows this is never enough. That protection from harm is a dream that parents tell themselves to ease the worries and fend off the truth that you simply can’t control everything. That it’s a good thing, to have children who are capable, who are strong, who don’t need your wings around them in the night anymore. Phil stops his fussing for a moment, and sighs.

“I know,” He tells Ranboo, who tilts his head at the tone. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so bossy. It’s more-- it’s more for me than you. I haven’t done this in a long time, and I kinda missed the chance to do it with you when you were a kid,” Phil admits. Ranboo contemplates this.

“You don’t have to let me parent you this hard,” He says with a small cackle, “And you’re welcome to sleep in your own bed. God, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

He does know, it’s just hard to admit something like that. 

“I would like to sleep in my own bed, yeah,” Ranboo says awkwardly, and it’s Phil’s turn to be a little embarrassed. “But-- but if you want you can come with me to say goodnight?”

“I’d like that,” Phil says. He’d like that.

They get to Ranboo’s house, Phil kisses Ranboo goodnight on the forehead, and Phil goes to leave-- but he hesitates. “Can I, ah--” Phil cuts himself off. He is being overbearing. He is being embarrassing. “Nevermind, nevermind, it’s stupid,” He mutters under his breath.

“Hm? No, what were you gonna ask?” Ranboo says, sleepy though he is.

“Can I tell you a story?”

There it is. Awkward, but out there now. Sometimes Phil hates having a soft side. And Ranboo--

“Oh! Sure! I get the feeling that I’ve probably never heard the stories you have in mind, too, so that might be nice,” Ranboo replies, expressing what appears to be genuine interest.

Something unfurls in Phil’s heart, opening it up for the first time in a long, long time, to the light of the adventurous day. Well, it’s nighttime, but the metaphor still stands. Maybe Phil isn’t a failure of a parent after all. Maybe sometimes, people just grow up. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still be a father. Phil takes a moment to compose himself, appreciative of Ranboo’s patience. He thinks for a moment.

“I’ve got a few,” He begins sheepishly. “Which would you like to hear? We’ve got the Goddess Of Flowerfall, the Empress Of The Void, The King Who Stole The World, or The Mother Of Night.”

“Ooooh,” Ranboo says, and it occurs to Phil that the fables he tells probably are outdated. He has no idea if anyone other than him and Wil-- well, Fundy, he supposes-- know them anymore. It might be nice, Phil thinks fondly, to have someone else to tell them now. Maybe pass them on to Michael, even. That would be nice.

“Those all sound really interesting,” Ranboo says. “How about… uhhh…”

-----

Phil stops when he overhears Wilbur talking with Fundy in the guest bedroom. Had it always been so melancholic a story? Phil wasn’t sure how much it mattered, really; a bedtime story was a bedtime story, after all, and as long as it got your son to sleep everything would be alright. He listened just outside the door as Wilbur spoke.

“...She decided that she would have to do this for all the children of all the creatures, for not everyone had wings as she but many had children who were just as prone to adventure and harm. So because her will was strong and her love was stronger, she grew and grew and grew, until she was so big that she could cover the world if she so chose. And she does-- every night, she takes her black wing and wraps it around the world. And she watches over us with one big silver eye-- though sometimes she has to blink. So although the night is full of dark and danger, it is when we must rest, because the night is borne of love. Sleep, and be safe.”

Phil quietly stepped into the room as Wilbur finished the story. Surprisingly, even with Wilbur’s silver tongue, Fundy had managed to just barely keep his eyes open. “I still think the blinking thing is stupid,” Fundy muttered tiredly. Wilbur laughed awkwardly. “It ah, works a little better if you have an actual wing to cover you with.” Phil chuckled, earning a glance from the two of them.

“That’s true, the dark and warmth puts you out like a light pretty fast,” Phil confesses, “Which is why it’s a favored story for a lot of parents.” He sits down beside the two of them and wraps his wings around his boys. They are both adults and far too tall to comfortably fit in the span of, but Fundy is half-asleep as it is and within seconds is snoring just like his dad used to. Phil watches Wilbur suppress a chuckle, and gently unfolds his wings to let Wilbur take care of the rest.

Phil stands just outside the room, and Wilbur approaches him after Fundy is repositioned so he won’t have a headache when he wakes tomorrow. “I’m uh, trying to be a better dad to him,” Wilbur explains, “And if that means still doing some stuff that’s considered childish, that’s alright. He deserves a little bit of that, I think. Towards the end I wasn’t really-- I didn’t protect him. I wasn’t very nice. A bedtime story is the least I can do.”

It’s such a strange feeling, watching your son have a son of his own. He wonders if the feeling of failing to protect them, despite them being old enough that there’s nothing you can truly do, is hereditary, or if it’s just something that all fathers have to face eventually. “I’m just surprised you remember the ending,” Phil says instead, “Considering you were usually asleep by then.” Wilbur grins wide. “Yeah, well. Stories are my thing,” He sniffs, “I’m good at stories.”

Phil finds himself by the window, staring out at it and into the silver light of the moon. The snow reflects it, turning the night a deep blue and fading the stars. Wilbur follows suit, and follows his gaze. They stand like this for a while, the two of them, both fathers, both with their regrets.

“I’m sorry, Phil,” Wilbur says quietly. Phil’s heart aches and he longs to take all the burdens from his son’s chest. The silver light of the moon reflects, too, off of the streak in Wilbur’s hair. Wilbur has said it’s from age, but Phil is old and wise enough to know this is not the case. There are some burdens that are taken beyond the grave. Some things Phil will never know about his son. Phil has conceded this. But still-- Wilbur is his son. What else is there to say?

“I forgive you,” He says. “And I love you. And I’m sorry, too.” 

Wilbur shakes his head at that. “You have nothing to apologize for, Phil,” he says firmly. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Phil frowns at this but Wilbur has the stubbornness that runs in the family, and he definitely isn’t going to let Phil apologize if he thinks Phil in the right. Phil knows better than to try and argue for something he won’t win. 

“Right,” Phil says with a small clap, slightly startling Wilbur, “I’ve told enough stories in my time and it’s clear you haven’t told nearly as many. It’s your turn. Tell me a real story-- something you left out in your letters. I’d like to know you again, the way I used to.”

“...I can’t really argue with that,” Wilbur says softly and with a sigh. He shakes his head. “You’re right as always, Phil.”

They both take a seat, and Wilbur begins to speak, telling an only-a-little-bit-embellished story about one of the battles they held in the L’Manberg war for independence. As desperately as Phil wishes he could have been there, he is content to listen to the adventure Wilbur had, full of wonder it was. Sometimes these things are worth it.

The black wing of night envelopes them, and although neither of them sleep, for now, in this moment, they are safe.

[kasey-writes-stuff]

What going on a road trip with different members of the DreamSMP would be like

Dream- Lots and lots of music! The windows are rolled down 24/7 so the music can be blasting loud enough for the other cars to hear your amazing music taste! Not one much to stop for like the basic sight seeing but will if you want to! Lots of stops for gas station snacks! Said stops for gas station snacks turn into speed runs tho because he always jokingly threatens to leave you behind or else he says loser has to pay for the others snacks. Only time he turns the music down and rolls up the windows is when he notices your falling asleep. Specifically keeps a blanket and small pillow in the car for when you do fall asleep. Leaves small kisses on the top of your head at every stop light. Gets so flustered when someone taking your picture mistakes you as couple like he fill in stutters and is bright red as he tries to correct them but before he can you’re playing acting as if you are a couple and thanking the person purfusley as you kiss him on the cheek. You’re dying of laughter after the persons left and then Dream says he’ll give you something to laugh about and chases you before tickling you. If you are a couple he will still be very flustered but smile and nod as he thanks them and then after they leave he kisses you on the forehead or top of your head and tells you how lucky he is to have you.

Sapnap- Again lots of music but not at an overwhelming loud volume it’s a decent volume but definitely does get turned up when one of your favorite songs is on so you guys can belt it out together with no shame! Again lots of gas station snacks but no races just casual leg stretching and snack grabbing but he insists on paying for all the snacks! He’s definitely not past a gas station hot dog to tide him over tik you guys get to somewhere slightly less concerning to eat at. Is totally down to see all the sights and will probably actually be the one begging you to stop and see the sights. Is very embarrassed when someone mistakes you as couple when you’re not but when you are a couple he will proudly smile and hold you close as he calls you his baby as he thanks them.

George- Yea sure there’s music but he prefers it at a lower volume to try and hear your true singing voice because it makes him so happy. He steals glances with the cutest little smiles at you when you’re singing and looking out the window. He’ll stop for gas station snacks here and there but he’d really rather not he despises gas station food completely including the snacks but he’s not past a bag of chips or something. He’s down to take you to any sight you wanna see because he loves seeing you smile. Loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and either resting his head on your shoulder or head depending on the height difference, as you both look out at the beauty of nature. If you’re really smaller than him he will not hesitate to use your head as an arm rest, you’ll just be talking about the view and he just casually puts his arm on your head. Little secret though if you don’t want his arm on your head just give him a quick tickle and his arm will retract so fast! He gets mega embarrassed when someone mistakes you for a couple when you’re not but also is a bit embarrassed when you are a couple and someone says how cute you are. He’s not ashamed of you or anything not at all! He’s just not good with people noticing when he’s giving you affection be it platonic or in this case romantic.

Phil- He’s similar to George in he doesn’t like the music overly loud but as similar to sap some songs he will allow to be played fairly loud as to emphasize the jamming out session. He’s down to stop for gas station snacks and like sap will always insist/offer to pay for your snacks. He’s definitely not fully against stopping at a basic fast food place like McDonalds he doesn’t prefer to but will admit the food is rather okay for being so cheap. He prefers though to try and stop at more sit down and order type places both because the food is better and because he likes the short break from driving, mainly though he likes it because he feels it’s easier to talk to you without the distraction of the music or having to pay attention to the road. He really loves being able to just fully give you his undivided attention, he will also insist/offer to pay the bill. He will obviously respect if you do want to go halves on the bill but would greatly prefer to be a gentleman and pay for it in full! If it’s a restaurant like Cracker Barrel and it has a little shop he will secretly pay for anything he notices that you really like but refuse to get for yourself, he will also get tons of candy. He wants to stop at every single sight seeing place possible and will ask you to take his picture at every single one and then also try and take your picture as well along with either a selfie of you two or asking someone to take a picture of you both. Blushes purfusley though if someone taking the picture calls you guys a cute couple when you’re just friends, he’s unable to say anything though as he’s too flustered and you just smile a bit as you nod and thank them but later in the car have an absolute laughing fit over it. If you are together though and someone says that he smiles brightly as he kisses you on the side or top of the head and thanks them.

Wilbur- MUSIC IS SO LOUD YOU FEEL AS IF YOUR EAR DRUMS WILL BREAK BUT YOU COULD NOT CARE LESS BECAUSE SEEING THIS MAN JAM OUT TO ANY AND EVERYTHING IS SUCH A TREASURE! He’s so down to do gas station snack stops but will like Dream try and turn them into a race and also will sometimes do that thing where you pick snacks for the other person and sometimes he’ll be serious about it and get you you’re favorite snacks but other times he’ll get the craziest and most random things. It’s okay though because you do the same and then you both have a long laughing fit as you’re trying all the items. Also if you try and scare him he will without hesitation chase you around the gas station and then tickle you as slight punishment for scaring him. He is so down for any and every sight stop like my gosh imagine him and Phil on a road trip together! It’s worth it though to see his giant smile as he stands on the edge of the guard rail looking over into the gorgeous waterfall. If someone takes a picture of you two and calls you a cute couple when you’re not he totally milks it and fully embarrasses you by holding your closely and kissing your head and even bending down to kiss your cheek as he’s thanking them repeatedly with a huge smile on his face. If you are together though he’ll blush a very light pink as he smiles a small smile and thanks them. Again if you try and scare him, act like you’re gonna push him off,ETC... he will tackle you and tickle you until you apologize. It’s fine though because it’s all in good fun and you can easily get him back later, meaning you can also get him back for embarrassing you if you really want to. Man stops at so many fast food places just for fries like you’ll have just left one place having gotten a full combo meal and an hour later he sees a sign about more fast food places and is like “oh I’m hungry! ya know I could really go for some fries right now!” He’s also heavily down for a sit down restaurant though but mainly only when he’s getting tired and about ready to stop at a hotel or something for the night.

Tubbo- PLEASE MY EARS! THE MUSIC IS ABSOLUTELY BLARING! He won’t hesitate to turn it down though if it is truly hurting your ears or head! Will not hesitate to scream out songs with you literally like even ones he barely knows he will try and scream them out with you. Gas station snack stops are a must and he will always get at least one or two wacky things for you both to try and then proceed to die laughing at your reaction but then when he tries it it’s now your turn to die laughing at him. He doesn’t mind paying for your snacks and also doesn’t mind you paying for your own he leaves it up to you to decide. He’s a sucker for any and every sight seeing place possible and always wants to get at least one souvenir from all of them and you have to try and stop him or else at least have him get the cheapest thing possible so that he doesn’t spend all his money in the first few hours of the trip! He’s always wanting to take selfie’s with you at them all and also some funny pictures of him to send to Tommy and Wilbur. He’s down for sit down restaurants or fast food he really doesn’t have much preference, though sometimes your guys laughter can cause some looks from other restaurants patrons but neither of you care much because you’re just having fun. If someone mistakes you for a couple at a sight seeing spot he starts dying of laughter as you have to explain that you’re not a couple and he’s much more of an annoying little brother. If you are a couple though he smiles proudly as he thanks them and wraps his arm around your waist kissing your cheek or the side of your head depending on your height difference.

Tommy- Surprisingly doesn’t like the music too loud most of the time when he’s the one driving. If he’s the passenger then he loves having it hecka loud if the driver is okay with it. Again gas station snack stops are a must but not just for snacks but just so he can get out and run around a bit as well! He’s definitely the type to sneak behind you as you’re looking at snacks and scare you or just start to tickle you because he wants to embarrass you. If he doesn’t know your ticklish and does that thing people do where they like squeeze your sides and say boo to scare you, he’s definitely gonna notice the smile on your face and how quick you are to move his hands and gonna straight up ask if your ticklish and will not hesitate to tickle you right there in the gas station just like the annoying little brother he is! Makes jokes about how you should pay for your own snacks but will definitely actually pay for them if you want him too! He’s down for fast food or sit down restaurants but probably prefers fast food. Will once again joke about you paying but won’t actually let you pay unless you really insist! He’s not really to into the stop at every sight type thing but will stop at any one you want to with no hesitation he’ll not even complain once he sees the happiness you’re absolutely over flowing with. He also just kinda takes it as a chance to get out and try to scare scare you again. Gets very caught off guard when someone mistakes you for a couple dramatically says “What like I would ever date this B! Ew I am way too good looking for her!” You roll your eyes and smack him lightly. If you are a couple though he proudly says “D right we are!” And doesn’t hesitate to turn your head towards him and press a kiss to your lips!

BadBoyHalo- He’s not one for mega loud music but will gladly let you set the volume to whatever your preference is with no complaints! Is willing to listen to anything you want to but is very grateful when you play songs that either have no naughty words or else are the clean versions. Will insist on paying for your snacks at each and every gas station stop and restaurant or fast food stop. Is down for every sight seeing stop you’re down for and won’t force you to go to any you don’t want to! He’s not one for having his picture taken but will insist on taking yours and will take selfie’s with you! If he asks someone to take your picture together and they say you’re a cute couple he quickly says what an honor it is that they think that but that he no where near good enough to compare to your good looks. Laughs when you lightly punch him and tell him he’s more than good enough. If you are a couple he smiles brightly and proudly thanking them and telling them how lucky he is.

Karl- Music can either be blaring or very low there’s no in between and he’s down for whatever you want but does sometimes prefer it on the louder side. He will jam out to anything from one direction to Thomas Rhett to 5 seconds of summer you get the point the man has exaquisite music taste! Gas station stops for snacks always literally anytime you want he will stop and he will gladly offer to pay for your snacks but is okay if you insist that you wanna pay instead and he blushes purfusley and thanks you multiple times if you pay for his,same situation with fast food or sit down restaurants. Another sucker for sight seeing and will ask you to take the wackiest pictures of him to send to the boys, will be so serious about taking your picture though! Like this man will do a full on photo shoot having you pose,making sure the lighting is perfect and everything. He’ll also take tons of silly selfies with you and will blush so much if someone takes a picture of you guys calls you a couple whether you are one or not. Though if you aren’t he stutters a bit as he shyly says you’re not but if you’re like best best friends like best friends he’ll laugh he shoves you a bit and says something like “HA! As if I would ever date this loser!” And you roll your eyes as you shove him back and say something like “Yea like I would ever date that idiot!” If you are a couple he will blush so much but smile so happily as he pulls you closer to him if it’s even possible and he thanks them greatly.

Quackity- Music music music and more music there’s hardly a second without any he loves having it loud and jamming out with you but also is down to have it very quiet and just talk with you. He’s also down for you to FaceTime the guys and you all chat for a while as you guys are driving! The guys will definitely “accidentally”spill your tickle secret though making the rest of the trip very interesting as he gets so excited but also soft and takes advantage of it any chance he gets! He also really just enjoys the time with you alone, not face timing the boys,whether you’re a couple or not! He’s always stopping for gas station snacks and is down for a terrible gas station hotdog or burger! Though as you guys are eating it you both laugh hysterically about how bad it is. He’ll insist to pay for everything for you but won’t get mad if you don’t let him. He prefers sit down restaurants a little more but is fine with fast food. He’s down to stop at as many sight seeing places as you want and definitely either gets very embarrassed when you’re mistaken as a couple or plays it up and embarrasses you. If you are a couple he’s quick to show off his proudest smile as he thanks them and talks about how wonderful you are and how he doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

[omgheyala]

simonverse characters as things my friends and I have said

Leah: Permission to ship everyone with theraphy?

Bram: If Dan and Phil or Thomas Sanders ever post on their Instagram that there are random voices whispering to them, that’s me.

Abby: LEAH DO YOU WANT TO SMEELL THE CSNDLE ON STAURDAY

Bram: Abby is the CEO of exclamation points.

Simon: Good. Now go put on that emo playlist and fucking WALLOW

Garrett: VODKA.

Ms. Albright: I love you you beautiful bitch

Simon before Bram: I’m going to marry Cal Price one day (istg this is an actual quote)

Taylor, drinking a milkshake and answering why she can't hang out: *slurps* coronavirus *slurps*

Nick: Wait. Is Bram my father???

Taylor: I’m in love with Renee Rapp!

Martin: You’re dying from chlamydia.

Cal: Your hair looks like, if I ate it, it would taste like Tutti Frutti.

Cassie, texting Molly when Abby calls her to tell her she kissed Leah: “Oh its fine shes a lesbian”

Simon, talking about Cal: He's so cute and french though i don't regret liking him at all

Anna: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJfADwFc/ Can i just say that if these gay anime children ever had a nerf gun war rhis is 100% how it would play out and I love it

Ms. Albright: welcome to my world sweetie! also SHUT HIM THE FUCK UP,THIS IS A GODDAMN SCHOOLYARD FIGHT

Nora talking about Nick: i think my guitar teacher forgot about me

Simon talking about Elton John: our gay drug recoverist song baby

Reid trying to be cool: HIGH KANGAROOS VODKA DRUNK KANGAROOS

Alice: But you’ll have to witness him make love to a pasta maker and do you want that???

Abby: *in horrible british accent* Daniel Radcliffe has nothing on me.

Garrett: “also i sing and listen to a lot of songs about sex for someone genuinely scared of it lmfao”

Will: So we’re ignoring that I just said I gave Molly chlamydia...

Leah: Stop wearing makeup on the beach Abby!

Leah: Helen is a stupid name for a weapon.

Leah: what im i doing now you may ask? Reading my hero acidemia Do i have the manga? no Do i like most long time anime fans know where to look for good pirated manga? hell yea So im a illegally reading my hero acidemia? yes yes i am.

Garrett: Who is Tyrian? Leah: A bottom.

Nick: but you know hopefully i don’t get robbed Leah: nicks gonna die/span>

Nora: GUSSE WHO JUST CHUGGED AN ENTIRE CUP OF BLACK COFFE?! ME B/C IM AN SMART DUMBASS AND WAITED UNTIL THE WEEKEND TO CHUGE COFFEE THIS LATE Cal: ELEANOR JANE SPIER Nora: y e s? Cal: HOW DARE Cal: SLEEP IS IMPORTANT Nora: ADHD says otherwise Nora: and i dont noramly have coffee this late but tonights a late coffee night Cal: okay sweetie

Olivia: I have 30 children and only one of them is from my real life. Cassie: Sound like Molly’s crushes.

Bram: *Typed with videos* Guys we are literally a little under an hour away from DC there most likely will be riots all over the U.S but they'll be very intense in DC and in the states neighboring it aka Maryland and Virginia. Simon: well we're all gonna die Bram: Y E P Bram: HOW FAST CAN WE BUY NATURAL DISASTER RATIONS?

Bieber: *walks across Nora’s keyboard and puts his butt in her face* Nora: Bieber your tiny dog butt does not spark joy!

Nick, drunk: Okay but let’s be honest I'd be a great God Leah, sober but humouring Nick: I'd be a great Lucifer

Simon: Garrett are you good? Garrett: I’m just eating my burger

Bram: But what if I’m dangerous? I’m chlamydia Simon: Well, you can still stay, because… Simon: Simon: Simon: I like chlamydia Leah, a few seconds later: I’m personally a gonorrhea person.

[callme-chaos]

Tommy SMP (DSMP)

H-hello? How did you get in here? Tommy doesn’t usually let randoms in. Uhhhhh lemme just consult the list real quick. What’s your name?

Huh. Doesn’t sound familiar. Buuuuuuut there you are. On the list. What’s your purpose here then, pal?

A tour? Well, the person who usually does the tours is out in the moment… But I guess I could show you around. If you would like to follow me – yeah just ignore the holes and stuff. They’re just remnants of a couple of wars we’ve had.

What kind of wars? Bro, where have you been?

Not from around here? Evidently. Well, first there was the Disk Wars. You see, Dream had these cool disks but Tommy really wanted them, you know? And this is /Tommy SMP/ and not /Dream SMP/ after all so there was all that. Then there was this Quackity kid who tried to start a nation and Tommy didn’t really like the look of that. And so Tommy and this Ranboo guy decided to blow it all up – I don’t remember the details. You see, I’ve been away… uhhhh… travelling so I don’t really see too much of what goes on here. That and I seem to be forgetting a lot of things… I really should fix that-

Huh? You’re confused. Buddy – I haven’t even told you about the Egg yet!

Yeah! An Egg! I can show you it right now actually. Just follow me.

The vines? Yeah! They’re a nice shade of blue but they’re a real pain to cut down, you know? They just seem to grow back stronger. Now, just pop down this hole here – yeah just straight down.

Oh! Ah. I really should have warned you about the fall damage, huh? I’m sure we can pop into George’s bakery later and fix you up. Providing George is in his bakery… He stopped baking a while back.

Why? I don’t actually know. I’m not really too involved in the politics around here (travelling and all that) buuuuut I heard a rumour that him, Ranboo, Charlie Slimecicle and Technoblade have started like a secret club. Not sure exactly what they do but if Ranboo is involved it can’t be good. Anyways! Here’s the Egg. Don’t step too close though – I’ve heard it has some serious manipulative powers. Niki’s best friend Foolish got transformed by it the other day. She was quite upset. I think she runs a cult in the Egg’s honour with Ponk or something now. She’s nice but pretty scary when she wants to be, I’ll tell you that much.

The Egg is giving you weird vibes? Yeah. You and me both. The blue is giving me shivers actually. Shall we continue our tour elsewhere?

Next? Hmmmmm. I know! I’ll take you to Hannah’s castle and museum. They’re a great tourist spot! Follow me.

Yes we have a museum! History has been made here on the SMP, I’ll have you know. This SMP was founded by the Tommy Team made up of the hot-headed, dashingly attractive Fundy; the greatly popular, widely enjoyed Bad Boy Halo; and, of course, the 1000IQ man himself, TommyInnit. Though, Tommy… hasn’t been about much… lately… not since… you know…

Well, if you don’t know I hardly have the time to explain now! (I’ll maybe show you later if we have time…) Anyways! Here we are: Hannah’s museum. This miserable little dark room here is a recreation of L’Manberg’s Final Control Room. Back in the first L’Manberg verses Greater Tommy SMP war, L’Manberg’s founding fathers (Schlatt, Sapnap, President Quackity and Vice President Dream) were all betrayed by a member of their own battalion: Hannah-Rose. They were dark times, kid.

You want to know more about President Quackity and his right hand man Dream? Well, they were incredibly close – practically brothers. They both went through a lot together. Until Quackity finally blew up L’Manberg and was subsequently killed by his own father, Charlie Slimecicle.

I didn’t say they were dark times for nothing, you know? Dream took it harder than anyone. And Tommy took the opportunity to traumatise and manipulate the fella further. Tommy even managed to convince Dream’s best friend, Schlatt, that he was the root of all problems on the SMP.

We couldn’t believe it either. Dream did have one friend, Ranboo, for a while. But they ultimately disagreed on their ideas of justice and went their separate ways.

Sad times, indeed, kid. Anyways, where to next… Oh! Hello, Eret! How are you doing?

Ah. He’s busy. Off being cracked at bed wars I suspect.

What’s the big black building over there?

Uhhhhhhhh… Have you seen HBomb’s hotel? It’s great this time of year! Just this way, matey. Technically it belongs Dream but HBomb briefly took it over. There was some kind of dispute between the two guys – nobody here really takes HBomb that seriously. (Personally, I blame the ancient skin he still wears. Kid really needs an update, you know?)

That? Oh, I suppose you can still see some of the remnants. That used to be Punz’s UFO. Someone blew it up but I’m not entirely sure who…

How do I know it was blown up? Look, I’m just taking Quackity’s word for it.

He did die but then he was recently brought back to life. He spends most of his time with Dream outside Las Nevadas.

Las Nevadas is basically the Tommy SMP version of Las Vegas. It’s pretty cool actually – wanna check it out?

Cool! We’re actually heading in the right direction for that anyways. So, where are you from?

Yeah, I gathered you weren’t from around here but where are you actually from?

…Not gonna tell me? Fine. So be it. You sure are a mystery, huh?

I’m not flirting! I just- I… Ah! Look at that! We’re already here! It’s pretty dramatic, right?

You should see it at night. Everything lights up and it is magnificent.

It belongs to Wilbur. He’s the head honcho around here. He’s here alongside Puffy and Phil. Oh! Speak of the devil, if you squint a little bit you can see Phil down there now, bouncing around. He’s a cutie really – though his puns do get tiresome.

What do you mean “you don’t get tired of puns”?

…Are you human?

…What a terrifying answer. Okay! Moving on!

I’m aware that it’s one of the ugliest structures in existence – but you can’t blame Wilbur and Las Nevadas for /that/ abomination. That’s what Quackity and Dream installed last time they were here together.

I know it’s phallic but you don’t have to say that out loud! Come on, man, have a little class.

That up there? That’s Schlatt and Techno’s “cookie castle” as I like to call it. When Dream was exiled, Schlatt met Techno and they started getting really close. They’re everybody’s favourite couple now. I think it’s a friendship that will last a long time, you know? They seem to have a lot in common.

Like what? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They’re both American?

Look, if you know, you know.

Alright! Next – shall we have a change of scenery? Las Nevadas can get quite… heated, so perhaps we can give the snowy biome a visit, yeah? Now, when we get there it’s important to tread carefully: the forest is enchanted, practically everything there will eat you and, worst of all… Ranboo lives out there.

Ranboo? He’s a terrifying force of nature. I heard he slayed an entire army all by himself, owns a pet polar bear and he helped Tommy take down the entirety of L’Manberg. Ranboo and Tommy – they’re one formidable duo.

No no! There’s no need to be afraid! Apparently Ranboo’s arsonist days are over and he has his carer Charlie Slimecicle watching over him so he’s been relatively quiet recently. I like to think their neighbour Technoblade has been a good influence on them both.

Technoblade is a gentle soul. Poor kid just wants to make everyone happy, you know? I wish everyone was more like Technoblade sometimes – the world would be such a different place…

Nah, nobody can really sleep soundly – not when Antfrost and Purpled are still out there. The Eggpire and Las Nevadas never really rest when it comes to their members. Oh! But by far the worst person to come across – the real reason I haven’t slept in weeks on this server – is… Oh. Oh dear. I think I’ve summoned him. Walk this way – quickly! – and don’t make eye contact…

NO JACK I HAVE NO DESIRE TO WITNESS THE JACK MANIFOLD “GRIND” NOW PLEASE TAKE YOUR FILTH AND YOUR CAT-MAID OUTFIT AND GO BOTHER SAPNAP OR SKEPPY INSTEAD!

…Alright, no need to look at Jack like that.

Jack Manifold in a cat-maid- no. Don’t make me lock you up in Pandora’s Vault along with- uhhhhhh.

Forget I said that. Speaking of Skeppy, he built Schlatt and Techno a beautiful mansion around here somewhere-!

He also built an extraordinary diamond sculpture a while ago-

Please no.

…I guess you leave me no choice then, huh? I guess, I can show you the prison – but we have to be really, really careful, okay?

Who’s inside? Well…

I didn’t forget! It just… Tommy. Tommy is in the prison right now.

Well, of course I didn’t want to tell you! It doesn’t really look good on the server when the person its named after is locked up for life for doing unspeakable things.

No! I’m not gonna tell you what unspeakable things he did – it wouldn’t make them unspeakable then, would it?

…I don’t believe anyone else is in there, no. Why?

Ranboo? Nahhhhhh! Ha ha! What do you know, you silly goose! Well, before we go into the prison, we’ll have to get Puffy’s permission. She’s really strict about who she lets in and out of the prison and takes her role as prison warden very, very seriously. No one has ever died or been injured or brought back to life or wrongly imprisoned while the prison has been in her care.

What do you mean – “not convincing”? If you don’t trust my word, then that’s a /you/ problem.

…The prison is this way. Now, when we get in let me do all the talking… You know what? Perhaps you should stay outside. I’ll go in, talk to Puffy and try to get permission to go in – but I make no promises, understand?

…Alright, wait here.

…

…

…

Puffy said no.

No, it was a pretty definitive no actually. Wh-where are you going?

You can’t! Puffy hasn’t given you permission!

There’s nobody in there /to/ save. Tommy deserves to be in there-

There is nobody else in the prison!

You’re insane.

No, I won’t let you.

…

…I don’t think so, matey. Feel that sharp object between your shoulder blades?

I figured you did. That’s my sword. I am not afraid to push it through your chest if it means keeping you out of that prison. Understood? Now, step away from the prison.

Thank you.

…I think that concludes our tour. Perhaps it’s best you- oh! Karl is here! Karl Jacobs! Over here!

Yeah. He doesn’t talk ever but he’s still a great guy, you know?

Oi. Wave back. It would be rude not to wave back.

My name? Oh my goodness! I totally forgot to introduce myself! (Though, you never really asked until now anyways…)

It’s okay! I know I talk a lot – it can be difficult to get me to shut up sometimes – ha ha!

My name is Callahan.