#punz and his little foolish tone

[sharkshenanigans]

Lovers like to tease (each other)

Or "Was sich liebt, das neckt sich", like we say in german.

This is literally just them falling in love with each other /jkjk (or AM I)

"Punz, you are being a little cry baby today."

"Maybe be flexible?" "Actually shut ur mouth."

"You're my hero."

"Mama Foosh, he's not being nice to me."

"Right now I'm just raw dogging it."

Felt inspired and nostalgic for the himbros so I threw all my old clips together, lol, enjoy!

[celestialking]

Punz taking you back to your shared hotel room after loosing Twitch rivals & fucking you so rough, you get a noise complaint from the people next to you

Aye o7 ^w^ can do

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Warnings: as the blurb says^, plus overstim, gn

You tried to console him, but he claimed it was fine. Punz definitely wasn't upset about losing.

"You did good babes," you frowned rubbing his shoulder.

"I know," he sighed. "Ugh, just I wish I didn't fuck up those tosses. Or absolutely throw on the pong round," he grumbled wrapping an arm around you.

You and him had gone back early to the hotel. It was a long day and quite honestly you just felt bad.

You sat on the bed as Punz moved around the room. "You sure you're okay? You still seem a little upset,"

His gaze softened as he looked over at you. "Yes I'm fine,"

"Okay well Foolish wants to know where we went. Karl challenged him to a game of pool and he wants us to cheer him on,"

Punz hummed at your statement throwing some of his accessories off.

"Unless- you don't want to go," you watched him move around still with a frown upon your lips. "You know if there's anything I can do to make you feel better just let me know,"

He looked over at you slowly. "Anything?"

Tilting your head you slowly agreed confused by his tone. "Anything,"

Anything translated to fucking the soul out of your body.

Poor Foolish had probably realized you weren't coming by now. That was okay though; you don't think you could move let alone have enough brain cells to speak to someone else.

Punz's cock fucked into you harshly. "My sweet love," he cooed burying his face into your neck. "Doing so good to make me feel better," he nipped, continuing to fuck away his frustrations.

You had stopped saying words around orgasm 3.

Your brain too muddled and fuzzy to piece together a simple sentence. All there was were moans and cries of his name. Punz was delighted by ability to make you lose cognitive function just from his dick sweetly pounding into you.

It was only when he stopped moving, dick buried to the hilt, that you made a different sound. A questioning whine.

Through blurry eyes you could see Punz holding the hotel phone to his ear. Very distant words fell upon you. You couldn't tell what was being said but the grin that spread across his lips made you tremble.

He set the phone down, hands settling back on your hips. "That was the front desk," he said. "Somebody called and said we're being too loud baby,"

For someone who just got tattled on he was unbothered. Punz immediately settled back into his harsh pace, attempting to fuck you deeper than before.

"You gonna cover your mouth and be quiet pretty? Or do I need to call Foolish to keep you quiet. I'm sure he can be good and keep his hands to himself,"

You whined shakily pointing at him. Punz should cover your mouth. He should do it. Your hands were already slipping from your lips as you bit back moans.

"Me? Oh no baby. Not me. Then no one would hear your noises and I still want the next room over to know who's fucking you so good,"

[moonwritewastaken]

Is It Because of the Sweater? - cc!Foolish x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers

Warnings - language, mentions of alcohol and drinking

Hi again! This imagine has a reference to Punz still having Foolish’s sweater because who doesn’t love their dynamic? I only got into the Pummel Party streams recently so I’m sorry if anything is wrong! Also imagines will be a little scarce for a bit cause I’m working on this year’s Tales of Christmas 🎄

- 🌙

Today was your favourite day of the entire week - Saturday. Saturday was your favourite because you got to play Pummel Party with your group of friends and drink the stress of the week away. It definitely had nothing to do with the guaranteed sighting of a certain shark boy.

After starting your stream, starting up the game and getting your drink of choice ready, you joined vc.

“Y/N!” A chorus of voices greeted you as soon as the join noise sounded. You smile, happy to see your friends again. You saw them all separately during the week but it didn’t compare to Saturdays.

“Hi! How’s everyone doing? Sorry I’m late, technical difficulties” You glance at your chat to see what people were saying while your friends responded. You accept Ant’s invite and see that you’re the last person to join. You quickly select your usual character and ready up so you’re not keeping them waiting any longer than necessary.

“You’re welcome for fixing it by the way” Punz’s comment causes you to roll your eyes but you play along anyway.

“Oh thank you king Punz, I’m so thankful you were there to save me” your dramatic tone gains a laugh from him.

“Okay, let’s go! Start it up Ant” Foolish cuts in, ending the conversation before it can really start. Your chat seems to have caught on to the weird behaviour too but you choose not to address it.

The reason you were so late today was due to a technical issue with your game capture. You were staying with Punz for a couple weeks and he was letting you use an extra set up, and because you had only gotten there yesterday, there was still some tweaking to do. As always, it’s weird using a different set up to your own and it was refusing to show your game on the stream. Chat watched as Punz tried to help you fix it, reveling in seeing your interactions. Eventually you both succeeded and Punz had already joined by the time you got there.

Because it was the usual group, the rule of taking a shot or drink if you came any lower than third applied. There were 8 of you so a lot of drinking was to be had on top of the fact you were notoriously bad at most of the games. In the entire history of pummel party Saturdays, you had only ever won the game twice. You were hoping not to get too drunk because you weren’t at home. The last thing you wanted to do was inconvenience Punz by being a drunken mess when he was letting you stay with him. Plus you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of laughing at you when you embarrassed yourself. You were also hoping some of your friends would be down to join you for some Valorant afterwards and you wanted to at least hit a few shots. 

“Uh okay” Ant starts up the game and unsurprisingly, Velvet calls out the attitude. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Foolish?” he has a teasing tone to his voice, telling you he isn’t at all offended. 

“Huh? Nothing, just excited to play” he tries to play it off but you know no one’s buying it. You decide you’ll ask him after the game.

By the time this mini exchange had ended, the map had loaded and you were rolling for positions. Rolling your dice you see you’re playing the regular map, your roll of 6 puts you in third. Completing the first turn brings you to the first game; cannon circle. This was one of your better games and you managed to snag a third place, meaning you were safe from the alcohol for now. Punz wasn’t so lucky, and who were you if you didn’t rub it in. 

“Oh Puuuuunz! Guess who bet you in the mini game” your voice took on a singsong tone while saying his name and you heard him groan as soon as he heard it. He hated losing to you because he knew you’d never let him forget.

“Whatever, I’m better than you at every other game” you giggle at the salty tone evident in his voice before hearing a scoff. You’re not quite sure who it is but if chat is anything to go by, it was Foolish. He was acting strange tonight and you had no idea as to why. You get lost in your thoughts and before you know it, it’s time for the next game. 

You see the instructions for temporal trails which was one of your favourites because you got to annoy Punz. You weren’t very competitive, choosing to instead prioritise having as much fun as possible. Punz, however, enjoyed winning. As soon as the game started, you ignored everyone else and headed straight to Punz. 

“Y/n fuck off, you do this every time!” he was laughing as he said it, causing you to laugh as well. After only a few seconds, however, your character is cut off by Foolish. Punz laughs telling you to suck it while your eyes widen. You get over it quickly and laugh slightly. 

After taking your turns for the round, the next game presents itself. Barn brawl, also known as the Fortnite rip off. 

“I am gonna shoot the fuck out of you y/n” Punz’s threat results in an eye roll and a ‘bring it on’ form you. 

As soon as the game starts you run to try and secure a gun. Unlucky for you, you’re shot before you even gain a weapon. Looking at the game chat, you see it was Foolish who killed you instead of Punz. You tilt your head slightly in confusion while respawning. Before you can get a gun, you’re killed again thanks to Foolish. ‘Is he targeting me?’ you think to yourself before respawning once again. This cycle happens a couple of more times before you have enough and call Foolish out. Killing people is literally the whole point of this minigame but he isn’t even trying to kill anyone else. 

“Foolish why do you keep targeting me?” you hear the others break out into laughter hearing you genuinely frustrated, a sight they don’t see often.

“I’m just playing the game” his dismissal irks you because it’s so unlike him. He’s never treated you that coldly, with no emotion in his voice. He continues to target you for the remainder of the game, not allowing you to get a single kill. Sensing the tension building among the group, you attempt to lighten the mood with a joke. 

“Is it because I still have your sweater? Is that why you’re mad at me?” a light laugh and a few gasps can be heard throughout the group as you speak, clearly none of the others knew you had his sweater. 

“No, it’s not that” he was laughing, this was good. Maybe it wasn’t because of you after all. 

“Is it because they’re visiting Punz and not you? Are you jealous that Punz gets to fix their hard drive?” the choice of words catch you off guard, even from Velvet and you see chat spamming a mixture of confused messages. Your face cam must be a sight with the way your jaw hurt from dropping. You can hear the laughs of disbelief from your friends but nothing from Foolish. 

“He’s not saying anything, I bet it is!” Ant’s laughter is still evident from the way he struggled to get his sentence out. 

“So what if it is?” his words shock all of you, your jaw somehow drops even closer to the floor at his admission. 

In all your months of having feelings for Foolish, you’d barely considered the possibility of him returning them. This wasn’t the kind of conversation to be having in front of your friends or on stream in front of thousands, but you weren’t exactly in the right state of mind right now. Even in your tipsy state you could teel the atmosphere had gotten awkward. Despite that, all that was on your mind was knowing what he meant. 

“Foolish?” your voice was as low as your confidence. You hear him sigh, seemingly regretting his words. You wondered why. Was it that he didn’t mean them? Was it because he didn’t want to say them in this situation? You weren’t sure and you were scared to find out. The chat points out how red your face is, not knowing if it was a result of the circumstance or the alcohol or even if it was both. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything” so he did regret it. That still doesn’t tell you why he did. You consider your options, playing with one of the objects on your desk. 

“Foolish call me and end your stream” you don’t even give him a chance to answer, exiting the call. Because your heart is racing and your head reeling, you don’t even say goodbye to chat instead apologising before ending the stream. You wait for what feels like forever, but was only 5 minutes. After the agonising wait, you hear your Discord sound. Picking it up without thinking, you realise you didn’t even check if it was Foolish. It was, however, you both sat in silence for another 5 minutes. 

“Foolish-” you wait for him to acknowledge you before continuing. 

“-what did you mean? When-when you said you were jealous” you clarify exactly what you mean so there’s no chance he can avoid it. There was silence for a few seconds before you saw his green circle light up. 

“I’m jealous because you’re in Florida with Punz and not with me” 

“You already said that. But why, Foolish? I don’t understand” your tone had turned desperate by this point. You wanted to be put out of your misery, for him to break your heart so you could move on.

“Because I like you” this wasn’t what you were expecting at all. Now is your time to fall silent and you wonder if Foolish is feeling the same nervousness you felt just moments ago.

“Oh. I like you too” you can hear him relax in his chair at your response.

“You can keep the sweater” you smile softly, not having any intention to return it in the first place.

The two of you chat for a couple more minutes before you decide to return to your friends with your new boyfriend.

[pomellon]

Little thought for the mermaid au! I’ve been thinking about how they communicate with each other underwater and I like the thought of it being a mix of telepathy and whale song.

Basically they can communicate with their minds, but only through brief mental images and abstract emotions, and they combine that with a mix of song and clicks. All these parts come together to form a pretty unique language that will differ a lot from pod to pod, creating different “dialects”. Some focusing more on visual projection, others more on empathic connection, and some on vocalisation.

Punz’s pod has a dialect that mainly focuses on visualisation, able to share locations and targets, and short click vocalisation, to be able to quickly communicate in the frenzy of a battle or hunt.

Foolish’s pod’s dialect focuses more on emotion projection and long vocalisation, using the empath connection to communicate their feelings and intentions combined with beautiful songs to really get their message across.

Due to this Punz and Foolish can understand each other the moment they meet, but they still have to get used to and adapt to each other’s ways of speaking. Punz finds Foolish’s emotional connection intrusive and uncomfortable, and Foolish finds Punz’s visual projections overwhelming and disorientating, so they tone down those aspects for each other (which is exactly why the accidental courtship happens because Punz has no way of knowing all Foolish’s affections are platonic without the empath connection and Foolish don’t clue into how Punz’s feeling because Punz isn’t showing him).

They adapt to each other’s vocalisations tho! Foolish picking up a faster paced clicky speech pattern to match Punz, especially when stressed, and Punz tentatively works on dragging out his vocalisation to practice sing with Foolish.

[fandomspov]

･ ﾟ𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷

OUR LITTLE SECRET | punz

「 sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ 」 ଽ you and luke having a secret relationship.

「 ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs 」 ଽ fluff ; swearing ; gn! reader ; y/s/n - your ship name.

「 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ 」 ଽ 1k .

➪ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs ❝ hi loves, please don't steal my work and if you repost it make sure to give credits. interacting with the post means A LOT to me so if you liked it yk what to do <3 requests are always open ❞

AT first you didn't think much of it, just glances here and there, you didn't know him that well after all. it all started with sapnap inviting you over to his house, his reason was that he will be streaming with nolan, karl and luke. you weren't doing anything special that day besides binge-watching avengers so why not?

"y/n you're finally here" sap welcomed you at the door, pulling you into his arms "of course i am" the smile never leaving your faces, he has been your best friend for ages, even though people shipped you two together. it was never like that.

"guys! y/n's here" he exclaimed through the house, soon footsteps could be heard running down the stairs "y/n/n" karl grinned letting you hug him "you act like we haven't seen each other for ages" "it's literally been ages" he complained making you chuckle "so 2 days ago is ages, got it"

you also pulled nolan into a small hug before getting to luke "hi" you smiled, he only gave you a small smirk with a "hey". you went in to hug him so it wouldn't be strange while the others spread around the house. you giggled taking him by surprise "what's funny?"

"it's just so fucking awkward, i'm sorry" you pointed out, pulling away from his arms "you're right" luke chuckled resting his hands into the pocket of the hoodie.

there was a long pause of comfortable silence, it took a minute for you to realise the situation you were in: standing in front of the door staring at each other. "yeah, i'm gonna go" you declared making him step from your way "yeah, me too" you only nodded your head and went separate ways

"you're so crushing on him" sap laughed before taking a sip from his drink "no i'm not, what are you talking about" apparently playing it off with a laugh wasn't enough to convince him "come on y/n you both like each other, so why not just go for it" "he likes me?"

sap only nodded his head "you didn't know?" he was in shock, i mean, it was obvious luke liked you. you shook your head 'no' with an unpuzzled look on your face "then you're both clearly blind, anyways let's go we should start streaming" sap informed making his way to his room leaving you standing in utter shock

"oh shut up, it's not like that" punz chuckled at noah who just made a comment about him and you getting clingy "we're just friends" that made noah laugh

of course you weren't just friends it was so obvious there was something more, at least to others. "yeah sure, like i'm gonna believe that bullshit" luke just moaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair.

they were playing minecraft while reacting to media share and so that's where the whole conversation started. someone sent in an edit of the two of you together "believe what you want; me and y/n are just friends, hear that everybody?" punz pointed to the screen in front of him

"you're such a simp it's embarrassing" foolish giggled at luke's attempt to convince people, it was not working. no one believed it but he liked to pretend that they did.

after some time passed they decided that was it for the day and end the stream, luke went straight for the bed, wanting nothing but sleep. he opened his closet and quickly changed into a comfortable shirt and went under the covers.

"you didn't have to wait for me, you know that right?" he smiled "you know i always do" you spoke with a soft tone letting him wrap his arms around you. his head fell onto your chest allowing you to play with his hair

it's been some time since your relationship has been a secret, because of all the people shipping you with sap you couldn't risk anyone getting hate so you decided to keep it a secret till you're both ready to come out and people chilled with the shipping, the only people knowing of you are the ones in your life like family and friends.

his hair was really soft, he loved when you played with it because it made him relax and loosen up a little. "i could stay like this forever" punz remarked making you grin "yeah, me too" you snuggled closer into him letting your eyes close to the sound of his soft snores.

and with that a few days passed, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and you finally felt like you could tell everyone that you were together. the day you told luke about your decision was the day that you told your fans.

punz couldn't be happier that he could finally hold and kiss you in public or praise you on the internet, you both announced it by posting pictures together on instagram with a cute caption revealing the truth.

it was the first stream after coming out about your relationship, the first stream you could be together and not hide the fact that you did love each other "guys stop spamming y/s/n"

you and luke giggled at the chat. you were happy they were supportive of it. it could've gotten worse. you could've gotten hated on for it and you would lose your fans, but none of that happened thankfully.

[beeindaclouds]

This one is kinda the same idea in a way. You can pick which one or (if you can/want) you can combine them

Mcyt (Or just Punz, Foolish, Sapnap, Dream and Sam whichever you prefer) with a Reader who has family with high expectation?

Like their family expects so much from them to where it kinda gets really stressful

On a similar note:

Mcyt (or the ones mentioned) with a reader with high self doubt? Like reader feels like they aren't preforming their absolute best but they are trying so hard so it leads to mcyt comforting them

Sorry if this is alot-

I love your writing though! Don't overwork yourself and take breaks when you can!

~🦈 anon

Hallo 🦈 anon!

Ok I may be able to combine them, hope you enjoy <3

Some of the DSMP comfort a Reader w/ self-doubt and high expectations

Includes: Dream, Sapnap, Punz, Foolish, Awesamdude

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

They say that "the only failure is not trying"

But you did, over and over again, you never gave up

How come you were still not good enough?

Your parents had put these high expectations on you since the moment you were born

They hated how you just couldn't meet them

Even if you always had good grades, a great reputation and a scolarship, they still think that you could've done better

You stopped caring about what they said when you had enough money to move out and take care of yourself on your own

Obviously, you couldn't completely ignore your parents. No matter how strict and judgemental they were, they still are the ones who gave birth and grew you

That doesn't mean you were happy to hear from them tho

"Did you get a good job?" "A partner?" "You're not married yet?" "When will we get grandchildren?!?" "At your age I was-" "Your friend is already married-"

"Sometimes we're just so dissapointed in you"

That last one stung, a lot.

You had a pretty good job as a streamer, great friends who supported you through highs and lows and a person you may or may not like

But without support from your own parents and yourself, it felt like you had nothing...

❝ Dream ❞

Dream knew what you were going through since the moment he had asked you to join the SMP

You two talked a lot about everything, even personal stuff, so it didn't take long for the topic of your family to come up

He absolutely despised how badly they were treating you. They kept on putting you down no matter what you did

He hated seeing you cry and say hurtful things about yourself when it wasn't your fault that you couldn't be their "perfect little child"

Dream spent days on discord calls, in the middle of the night, while playing some random famous game at the time, just listening to you letting your poor heart out

And also complaining that he was to good at the game while you were suffering lol

You enjoyed and appreciated every second he spent with you, every advice he gave you and all the comfort he had given you since the moment he discovered what was happening

❝ Sapnap ❞

He had found out what you had been happening in the worst way

You had forgotten to mute the discord call with him while you answered your parents on speaker

All the negativity that came from them and your glossy eyes made him sick to his stomach

How could a parent say those things to their own child?

From that day on, Sapnap kept an eye on you. Asking if you were ok, making sure you ate and drank, making sure that you didn't let all the comments get to you

He kept his cool for your sake, but then they called you on the same they you met up with Sapnap irl

The same questions, same comments, same threatening tone

Sapnap had enough

He picked up the phone and gave a piece of his mind. It was like he was the parent lecturing their own child

It made you happy that someone understood how you felt and saw your achievements, no matter how big or little they were

❝ Punz ❞

Like Sapnap, he had accidentally overheard your conversation with your parents

His blood boiling at how rude they were

It was from that day that he promised himself to help you through it

You two started talking more, which let to you subconsciously search for any kind of positive acknowledgement from the man

Punz happily congratulate you for everything you achieved

Hitting 1.000 subs, managing to cook without burning anything, heck even having a successful social interaction wothout panicking haha

He had burried any negative comment you had to bare with and you were grateful to him

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

Foolish was not a person who easily got mad

It takes a lot to make him angry

But if anybody messes with someone he cares about, he sees red

He didn't care wether they were your parents, step parents, or whatever.

They had absolutely no right to push you so hard just to have this unimaginable version of yourself

To him it's like they expected to have a robot as a child

Like the kind friend, or maybe more, that he was he would always be there to support you during calls or visits from your parents

He always held you hand or hugged you if things started getting too much

And when they went out of line he would gladly step in and shut of the conversation

You couldn't love him more then you did in those moments

❝ Awesamdude ❞

He had never felt so helpless

Hearing the things they said and your cries on call just made him want to jump though the screen and give you a big hug

Sam never said anything about your parents, he always kept that subject away from you for your sanity

But whenever he received your calls out of nowhere just to be met with sobs and lies that they had brainwashed you with, made him want to completely erase them out of your life

And when you came to him, wanting to end it all with your parents, he was happy to be right there with you

Blocking them from calls and any social media they tried to rech you through

He even helped you move into his own home so he could help you get through those insecurities that were stopping you from being happy

Needless to say, you owe everything to Sam

[sweetsmalldog]

Little dsmp moments that hit me really hard for some reason

Eret’s deep breath and shaky “Big day” at the start of his Doomsday vod

Fundy’s attempts to get into the locked van when he could see his younger self and Wilbur inside

Niki’s scream of pure horror when she saw the flag burning

Techno’s long glance at the Pogtopia potato farm when he and Ranboo went through to get the spawner

Bad begging Quackity not to blow the Egg up because then he’ll “have nothing left”

Niki’s “Wilbur was dead long before he (Phil) killed him”

Literally every time Foolish calls Eret “Old Pal”

Jack’s little admittance trying to downplay how much dying and going to hell effected him

Phil’s “You actually got him” when the Butcher Army came back with Techno

Bad being the one to break the news about El Rapids to George in his dream

Punz revealing himself now fully corrupted to Bad proudly

Fundy’s joyful “IT’S ALL GONE” being echoed by Eret’s somber tone as they both look at the crater of L’manberg

[sergeantnex]

Foolish x Reader: Swimming With Sharks (Fluff)

Being hard at work with Foolish was worse than hard, it did little help that it was mid summer making the blazing sun feel a thousand times worse. You would much rather be in the Nether at this point, who knows maybe it would feel cooler than right now. Sighing softly you flopped down in the shade a near by tree provided. Granted it wasn't much but it was still something.

The sweat that had partly soaked your clothes cooled just a bit making you take a slow breath in. Offering to help Foolish finish up one of his builds was the biggest mistake you had made and the day just begun. Even though it was still early morning the sun had already began to bake everything it touched. The moistened grass beneath your body did little to cool you down and much to your disappointment the build was only half way done.

Your (s/t) body jolted as Foolish yelled your name to help him finish up. With a groan you forced your body into the seated position, taking a brief moment before raising up to make your way to the shark hybrid. The golden toned hybrid hadn't even broken into a sweat not even a light one. The acknowledgment that he hadn't even broken into a sweat made a growl rise up from your throat.

Taking what you needed you moved to begin finishing one side of the build, all the while Foolish was behind you looking confused. Never before had he heard you growl like that nor look like you despised him. Shrugging it off for the moment he too gathered what he needed to meet you half way. While it may have felt like forever, splitting the work equally between the two of you was the best decision you both made. It made the work go by faster, it may not have felt like much to Foolish, but by the time you both had finished the build it was noon.

Feeling sticky from sweat and feeling like you reeked, you offered a quick small good bye to Foolish before heading off to the smaller beach. Kicking your shoes off, you pulled your socks off and placed them inside your shoes. Taking a moment to let your tender feet adjust to the scolding sand beneath them, you took a deep breath. The scent of the water and sand felt nostalgic in some way.

Feeling the desire to feel the cool water at your skin you quickly stripping your sweat soaked clothes until you were in your bra and underwear. Just as you began stepping towards the water the waves began pushing higher on the the bank. It almost felt like the water was trying to lure you in by tempting you. The moment the water began washing around your ankles was the moment you realized the water was much cooler than outside of it.

With slightly quickened steps you eagerly walked further into the water until it reached your waist. Sighing you lowered yourself a bit at a time just until your shoulders were slightly above the water. Closing your (e/c) eyes you let yourself sink into the water just until it barely covered your shoulders. With a deep breath you sunk yourself the rest of the way so the cool water washed over your whole body. Surfacing you gasped slightly before smiling at how rapidly your body cooled.

°•°•°Foolish's POV°•°•°

Scratching my head for a moment I tried thinking of why (Y/n) had left so quickly. She had never made a build with me without celebrating the finish. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was pulled back so it was out of her face, her normally (s/t) cheeks were all flushed. Her naturally scent seeped out pasted her deodorant and perfume. Perhaps she isn't feeling well? If there was one person to ask it would to Punz, they were roommates after all. Walking towards Church Prime I caught a quick glimpse of Punz, quickly calling out to him I jogged over offering him a smile.

"You are roommates with (Y/n) maybe you'd  understand better then me, but is she sick?" I asked tilting my head to right a bit. Punz looked confused for a moment and seemed to think to himself.

"Not that I know of why?" He asked putting his hands in his white hoodie pocket. I took a moment to explain her behavior and why I was questioning. Punz gave a snort before placing a hand on my shoulder, giving a happy sigh with the gesture.

"You know Foolish for a guy who has a crush on my sister from another mister, I would've thought you would've known she isn't a fan of hot weather." Punz said with a smug smile. Raising an eyebrow in confusing to what he meant, she never seemed to bothered before.

"(Y/n) doesn't like getting too hot and sweaty, it makes her irritable and feel disgusting. You could probably find her by a source of water swimming around in hopes to cool off." Punz laughed slightly before wishing me luck as he walked away. My tail swished a bit as I racked my brain for the areas with the coolest water. The first placed I made sure to check was the creak Sam and I would go to when we were too hot.

Searching around for a moment I made the quick decision she wasn't here, turning around I made my way to the main beach. Yet again I studied the area searching for sightings of her and still found nothing. The urge to head the small beach on the right tugged at my guts. With quickened steps I made my way there only to see her (f/c) top and her (f/c) bottoms discarded beside her (f/c) converses.

Frowning I looked out towards the water only to see her beautiful (s/t) back facing me as she surfaced. Smiling I made quick work of stripping most of my garments as well before easing myself into the water. I smiled as the sudden idea to scare her popped into my head. I sunk myself to the floor of the water and used my tail to help me swim. Getting into a good position I quickly swam towards her smaller form quickly grabbing her ankles before surfacing in front of her.

Her sudden yelp was the first thing I heard before she smacked my shoulder. (Y/n) quickly scolded me for scaring her as I laughed at her playful hits. Taking a moment to look into her (e/c) eyes I quickly took in her features. (H/l) (h/c) hair dripping with water, her (s/t) skin shining, and the lovely playful glint in her stunning (e/c) eyes. I couldn't help but smile at how breath taking she was.

"Wanna go swimming with me?" I asked taking a hold of her hands. She gave a quick answer of sure with her cute giggle mixed in. Smiling I pulled her body closer to mine until we were chest to chest, she placed her hands on my shoulders looking confused at me. I twisted us so that she was resting on my back before I pressed forward keeping our heads above the water. Using my tail to help us swim I kept my hands on her thighs making sure my tail didn't bump into her by accident.

I melted at her sweet laughter and the sounds of her amazement as we swam by a coral reef. There was one thing Punz got right, I did have a crush on her. I wouldn't tell her today, but maybe sometime soon. For now though I'll keep her swimming with the sharks so I know she is safe anytime she comes to swim.

[mellointheory]

Broken Mirrors, Bleeding Hands

“Can you just kill me now?” Punz asks, sitting on the floor of their kitchen and watching a cup of noodles spin in the calm glow of the microwave. He means his tone to be bitter, sort of joking. It sounds more desperate than he wants it to.

“I’m not looking forward to it,” Foolish replies. He sits beside Punz, arms folded over his knees and head tilted back. He isn’t watching the microwave, just staring off into space and listening to the low hum of it in the dark.

“Why not? Don’t you want to get out of here?” Punz rubs their fingers across the tattoos on their arms, feeling the subtle rise of ink under skin. “Is Heaven all pearly gates and golden apples like they say?”

He’s just joking, but he listens anyway when Foolish answers.

“It’s gardens,” the angel says softly. “Not like ones you have down here. Wild ones, where the plants grow how they want, but they want to be beautiful. There’s fruit everywhere. When we were younger my brother and I used to fly up and see if we could find fruit from in the highest branch possible. He claimed it always tasted better.”

“You have a brother?” Punz ventures. He doesn’t know if angels even have family, or children, or parents or siblings. Apparently Foolish does.

“There were eight of us,” Foolish says, eyes still focused on nothing. “Nine in all. That was before–”

The microwave beeps: a harsh, discordant sound that makes Punz jump. Foolish doesn’t flinch, but he goes completely silent while Punz stands and hits the button to open the microwave.

“Before what?” Punz asks, picking up the cup of instant noodles and stirring it idly.

Foolish shifts, standing up. He seems a little taller than usual in the dark; features more angular. He’s wearing one of Punz’s black hoodies, face lit only by the glow of the open microwave. He should look disheveled and unimpressive, standing there in Punz’s apartment kitchen.

Instead Punz is struck again with the impression of a marble statue–or whatever marble statues used to strive to imitate. Something glorified, beautifully human shapes carved so intricately out of something inhuman. Foolish looks…old. 

“Before the wars,” Foolish finally replies. “And before we lost.”

read on ao3 here!

[ayamturd]

light│foolish g

summary: the eggpire attempts to manipulate the heart of a kindled lover, their own mistake in the making

warnings: mentioned kidnapping, injury descriptions, evil c!badboyhalo, angst to fluff

pairing: (requested) in-game foolish gamers

a/n: i tried to play with themes of light and darkness, just as a small visual insight :)

wc: (2.7k) - m.list

It was too dark, he noted. You didn’t like the house being dark. 

The second thing he noticed was the silence. There was no crackling fire, no greeting or even the stir of your footsteps inside the usual cozy house. Instead it was cold and empty, like the life had been snuffed and the warmth it once radiated suddenly gone in a broken still. Like it had been taken. 

“Y/n?”

Pushing the door open, Foolish immediately became on edge from the broken lock, it swinging open in a haunting manner that echoed throughout the house. He raised his axe while tightening his grip, and slowly, he crept his way around the living space, searching for any sign that you were there or at the very least okay. 

“Y/n? Love? Where are you?” 

He checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the chest rooms, everything. Nothing was out of place, yet it felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Scanning each room at a glance, he started to become frantic from the realization. You weren’t here.

“Y/n!”

As he started to pace in worry with growing, erratic breaths, he noticed he forgot to check the kitchen, bolting through the small doorway in desperation for any clues to your whereabouts.  Once entering, however, it only worsened his fears.

The kitchen was a mess; from broken glass scattered on the ground to the spilt stew you promised to make tonight, there were signs of an obvious struggle, and one that you must of lost. 

Walking slowly into the room, Foolish stood in the middle, his footsteps crunching under the shattered dish ware. He could only stare in horror to the scene before him, the unexpected attack within your own home. 

He began to shake, in fear or anger, he didn’t know. All that he knew was that he was terrified for you, of your state, your condition, where you were. He didn’t have the answers he needed and it started to boil a new found rage in the pit of his soul, something he never knew he could have felt in thought of you.

Before he could become completely lost to his own thoughts, something bright shone in the corner of his vision. It was small and lost under the fragments, but it reflected the brief moonlight that peeked through the window still. Foolish crouched down, and as he swiped the broken mess away, he let out a small gasp.

It was your necklace, one he had given to you as a gift near the beginning of your relationship. The small pendent, while old and rough, was an old crystal he found eons ago; he was fascinated with the object when he first discovered it, and as a symbol of his love, chose to gift it to you on your first anniversary.

Although discolored from age and time, the crystal had always held some sort of clouded transparency. Unlike its usual form, Foolish held the pendent up and saw a dark stain of red tainting the side, almost in a corrupt manner as it seeped inside the stone in cracked veins. 

The color was too bright to resemble any spilt blood, and with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, Foolish seethed at the concluding answer. “Bad,” he growled. 

Closing his fist around the charm, he clenched it tightly and raised it to his forehead. The one piece of him you had, now the only thing he had of you. 

He was going to get you back, no matter what it took. 

“You can’t do this, Bad.” Pulling against Punz’s hold, you tried to throw hands at Bad with a snarl. He only chuckled at your attempts, his once sweet tone now malicious and stern. 

“The less you resist, y/n, the easier this will be for us all.” 

Your hands were tied behind your back, the rope burning against your skin, rubbing raw from your constant movements to free yourself. Punz had his arms under yours, locking you against his chest and preventing you from moving your upper body; even then, it did nothing to stop your attempts to thrash as much as possible.

Punz grunted from the hard kick you landed behind at him, your legs fierce as they moved every which way. Antfrost stepped forwards to help control you, though it was his mistake to approach you cautiously from the front since you kicked him in the face with a large crack following after.  

He fell back with a painful yelp, clutching his broken snout that oozed blood and paralleled the red veinage surrounding his eyes. While you internally celebrated your direct hit with pride, it faded when Bad began to laugh.

“Don’t you see now, Y/n?” As he began stalking towards you, Punz learned from his mistake and hooked his own leg around yours, pulling it back so you were further locked it place. You were helpless as Bad leaned into your face with an amused grin. 

“You’re a fighter. Someone that understands the weaknesses of others and how to exploit them. With us, you could discover your own potential and fight for the things that truly matter.”

You hissed at his proximity and cruel intent. “Why the hell would I join an omelette that does nothing but turn you all into brainless puppets.”

Bad laughed again, though forced before shifting into a frown. “We are anything but puppets. We are visionaries chosen to light the way for a new age that calls for freedom and peace. A world with no wars, no loss, and no pain. Only the Egg.”

He turned again, his back facing towards you as he looked ahead. Tilting his head slightly, he smiled sadistically to the thought. “Why don’t we show you?” 

With wide eyes, you yelled and fought harder against Punz. It didn’t matter how pathetic or futile your efforts would be in the end, you screamed viciously to his plan; you would be damned if you were to go near that thing and let it corrupt you like it did to those around you. You refused.

“We’ll make you understand, y/n. Don’t you worry now.”

It had been a while since Foolish last stepped foot in the Badlands. As he mainly stayed within his own land and frequented to Snowchester for his recent commission, he hadn’t seen how bad the landscape had become for some time now. 

There were vines littered everywhere; they broke through the ground and wrapped around everything they could, the previous builds constructed now ruins under the untamed growth. 

The infection worse than he could ever imagine. 

Like the land was corrupted itself, the once blue sky barely shined through the dark, thick clouds that surveyed the surrounding area as the grass’ usual lively, green hue looked almost dead from the sight. It was as if the land had been drained of its life form entirely. 

With a shake of his head, Foolish pushed forwards despite the unfortunate outcomes. You were his main and only concern, and he was coming for you. 

Following the growing trail of vines, he stopped once finding himself faced with an opening in the ground, the vines encompassing the entire area all centering to this one focal point. 

The hole was dimly light, yet in spite of the notable metal lanterns nailed to the cavern walls that lit the descending path underground, Foolish could hear the whispers of an ancient being shrouded in a sensation that could only be described as darkness. Pure darkness that’s sole intent was to demoralize and expand. 

As his own power centered essentially to a form of life in terms of rebirth, Foolish felt his heart race from the opposing force; Death is often seen as the opposite stage to Life, however in actuality, Corruption and Decay hold more differences than the former, for Corruption seeks out to invade and overtake, leaving little room for life to breathe in its natural state as it’s smothered degenerately. Death is painful as a concept, but only works as an end of a cycle that leads to a new one instead. 

His strive to reach you was stronger than ever, and with that he entered the small space. 

“So nice of you to finally join us!” Bad’s voice echoed against the cavern walls, his voice too cheery for Foolish’s liking. Pushing away the overhanding vines that blocked his line of vision, Foolish approached the group with an aggravated attitude. 

Standing in front of the Egg, Bad stood at the center with Antfrost and Punz accompanying his sides. While Foolish went in with a vengeful mentality, all thoughts left him as soon as he saw you. 

You were completely wrapped in the thick, twisted vines, forced onto your knees as the branches covered your body up to your neck. Singular vines were crawled up your head, forming a make-shift halo that encircled your face with obvious pressure on your temples. 

Sitting below at Bad’s feet, you occasional would wince in slight pain yet your eyes remained fixed wide open. They were empty and tinted red, a hollow shell of who you were as you fought for control over your own mind. 

Foolish snarled at the physiological torture, and turned to Bad in full anger.

“Let them go, Bad. They don’t deserve any of this.” Bad chuckled darkly at the demand and raised his arms upward. 

“Deserve any of what? Freedom? Power? A chance to protect all those they love?” Reaching down, Bad mockingly began to stroke your head, and you flinched from his demeaning touch.

Foolish took a singular step forward, his trident pointed threateningly at the audacity he had to both harm and touch you.

“You and I both know that that thing,” Foolish emphasized while turning to point his weapon condemnatory towards the massive egg, “doesn’t do anything but corrupt and spread lies.”

The air grew stiff as a forced silence overtook the room. Bad sighed dramatically, his actions imposing as he showed little care for Foolish��s anger and comment. Crossing his arms, Bad shook his head dismissively with a disappointed frown.

“We knew you would be one of the most difficult to convince.” Foolish froze, confused to his connotations, making Bad smile further. He gestured behind him, and leaned his head forward with a merciless smirk.

“Which is why the Egg demands for y/n more than you think.”

Foolish looked down in seething fury, the thought that you were taken and used as a pawn for his own compliance something inadmissible and unforgivable. He breathed out a humorless snicker, and lifted his eyes up with his head still bowed down.

“Did you really think you could get me to join you,” he lowly asked, his eyes starting to emit a harsh, green glow, “by taking the one person I center my world around?”

He held his own smirk at the growing fear the three began to show, them stepping back as he felt the familiar warmth of power overtake him. Only this time, the light burned like near fire from his manifested rage. 

“Think again.”

There was no time to run or attack as Foolish radiated a blinding light, his body shifting as he changed before them from his mortal to Godly form. By the time the light had subsided and the ever so mighty Eggpire could open their eyes from the jarring glow, it was too late for them already. 

Foolish was pushed against the cavern ceiling from his extreme height and size, though it didn’t matter for all he needed were his hands as he began swatting at them. He managed to throw Antfrost against the farthest wall, the collision knocking him out cold as he slumped over immediately.

Punz, like the mercenary he is, managed to evade Foolish’s attacks and tried to climb his figure for leverage. It was his mistake, however, as Foolish grabbed him by the ankle during his vulnerable ascent and swung him across the space. A sickening snap from his throw lead him to scream in agony, his arm bent awkwardly under him from the severe fall damage. He too passed out from the pain. 

Lastly, Bad could only cower at the man’s wrath, the golden figure pausing to face him in his entirety, saving his final, overwhelming outrage for the leading assailant. 

As he raised his fist to strike him down, however, Bad grew desperate and reached for his best bargaining tool: you. 

He rushed forward and unsheathed his sword, holding it strictly to your throat while you unconsciously grimaced from the cool of the blade. Foolish was forced to freeze his movements.

“Accept it Foolish, you can’t win against the Eggpire. We are the new age. Join us, and you can continue living your lives,” Bad looked down at you with an overly sweet smile, “together.”

Foolish was hesitate and nervous. He refused to back down in knowing fear you would suffer the consequences of his surrender, yet at the same time, your life was hanging in the fate of his next decision. Faltering his gaze at Bad, he glanced up and paused, a new idea, a new option making way. 

Slowly, he leaned down to grab a massive boulder, the vines wrapped around the broken stone snapping as he pulled on it. Bad saw through his intentions and panicked, his sword falling from your neck as he began to cry out. 

“Wait- NO! Foolish you can’t!” Completely ignoring Bad’s pleas, Foolish launched the large rock at the Egg. 

“Foolish, NO DON-”

The air hissed from the impact, and a force pushed all back as the Egg cracked open with a dying cry, the sound a high pitch ringing as it wailed from the strike. It smelled awful, to say the least. Like rotten flesh that was burned for an extended period of time, the fowl odor pervaded the cavern in a red mist. 

As the cloud briefly settled, the visible damage to the Egg became more clear; it was caved in where the boulder was thrown, the inside a glowering, black tint that radiated heat when exposed to the open air. The whispers were now screaming voices, loud cries that shouted over each other. Foolish winced from the overwhelming sound, but as quickly as it came, they fell painfully silent seconds later. 

While there was no visible light that transpired once the Egg was impacted, the underground room felt somehow brighter. Like a dark shadow now removed, the shift of light brought forth a true feeling of peace and quiet, as if the buzzing temptations were suddenly removed, if only for a temporary moment.

Bad seemingly collapsed the moment the Egg was injured, his sword falling with a clang as he fell unconscious besides you. Without pause, Foolish transfigured to his original form and rushed to check on you. 

He scrambled onto his feet once collapsing back into his moral height and instantly checked you over, pulling the dead, shriveled vines off you before gently bringing you into his lap while holding a hand to your cheek. 

“Y/n?” he murmured. Your skin was warm to the touch, and Foolish continued to stroke your face in his attempts to awake you. “Y/n? Please, please wake up.”

Suddenly, you stirred from his words, and slowly blinked your eyes open. Your eyes were squinted in a haze, your sight fuzzy until Foolish came into clear view. “Foolish?”

He let out a laugh of relief, his eyes wet as tears collected from the immense amount of joy that overcame him. Pulling you into his chest, he cradled your head and kissed the top of it earnestly, his eyes shut close as his tears escaped. “Hey there,” he whispered. 

Pulling away from you, his grin met your tired one as you smiled softly, hand raised to wipe his fallen tears. “Hey you.”

“Welcome back,” he giggled, his emotions running high from the reassurance that you were within his arms and you were safe. He beamed to the point where his cheeks hurt from how wide they pulled. 

You gripped his hand on your own cheek, squeezing it as your form of security that this was your reality, that it was real and he was actually here. Two rekindled loves reunited once more, you both gleamed in each other’s warmth and luminescent love.

“Glad to be back.”

[baka-monarch]

Okay so here's what I'm thinking for what people can be in the garden au

George, Ponk, Niki, and Hannah can all be the garden plant types

Foolish, Sam, Fundy, Purpled, and Jack can all be tinkerers

Eret, Karl, Puffy, and Slimecicle can be dewdrops

Philza, Punz, and Quackity can be avians

Techno and Skeppy can be miners

Sapnap, Bad, And, and everyone else can be human

I tried not to include people that you said were already in a category, like bench trio, but I hope you liked my ideas!

I love this, let me try to describe them-

George: mushroom 🍄. his skin is the colour of a mushroom stalk, and his hair is red with white spots (but you usually can't see it under his mushroom cap-), he has natural darker rings around his eyes making it look like he's wearing goggles. Moss cape

Ponk: lemon 🍋. he still has his tan skin tone to match the bark of a lemon tree. He has white hair with yellow tips to match a lemon flower- yellow eyes- yellow head covering and mask as well

(changing the order for a specific reason :3) Hannah: pink rose 🌷. She has skin that is a very pale baby pink with darker natural blushes (so- it looks more like actual skin and not a sunburn-), with brown hair that matches the shade of rose thorns, but her roots are green like a rose stem.

Niki, but y'know what- she's a garden dewdrop mix: lotus flower 🌸. Her skin is a pale white with baby blue markings all over, looking almost like natural tattoos of flowers. Her hair is a pale pink, with the roots being white

(Onto the tinkerers) Foolish: as a tinkerer he looks fairly similar to Tubbo, with his golden skin, but he has emerald green eyes.

Sam: he has a copper skin tone, but because he's not a kid (once tinkers start maturing this starts to happen- it's not happened with Foolish since he keeps himself clean 24/7) his skin is getting more green and rusted looking (like the statue of liberty-). He has built himself a mask/helmet that helps him reconize the parts he's looking for faster, and he has four mechanical legs he uses to climb around

Fundy: copper looking skin, but he wears some faux fur he took from a human over himself as a cloak.

(once more gonna do a mix so changing the order >:3) Jack: grey steel looking skin, and he has red and blue eyes.

Purpled: tinker and garden mix. He has purple skin! But he can still use electricity magic, and has antenna with his pale white hair.

(to the dewdrops) Puffy: she's the colour of mud, but like Ranboo has vitiligo making her brown and white

Karl: garden and dewdrop mix. He's a mixture of loads of colours, and the colors on him actually move and change based on his mood because he's part dewdrop! Like water color paint!

Slimecicle: dewdrop and minor mix. He's goop. He's sludge. He came from underground. Dap him up!

Eret: all of them. He's descended from every single type of garden person. That's why he's trusted by all of them to lead. He's the most human looking because of this, but has completely white eyes that can change colour based off his mood

(now to avians) Philza: crow. He's covered in black feathers, and has wings attached to his arms

Punz: dove. Covered in white feathers

Quackity: avian and dewdrop mix!!!!! DUCK

(Minor time-) Techno: very much so bigger then the others, while most garden people have an average height of 4 inches, minors have an average height of 6 inches- Techno is a spinel jewl that is 6.7 inches tall, and very muscular

Skeppy: diamond. He's 6.1 inches tall, but less muscular then Techno, and more lanky in his height (he's still muscular- just- not as much as Techno-)

Then there's the humans. That are just. Humans. Yep.

Mcyt g/t list:

@trashpumped @lorie-the-little-ghost @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @shy-septic-dragon @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @the-misfits-system @lilsyxx @smogs-0

[thatoneao3writer]

(12/?)

Meanwhile, a!Sapnap is having an… interesting time. Not in a particularly bad way, just… spending time with your long dead parents, who you barely know, is always gonna be a bit awkward. For both parties. For a!Sapnap, he’s never really had any sort of like… traditional family situation? He hasn’t even lived with any parental figure of any kind since he was like 5 or 6, so suffice it to say, he’s not entirely sure what that’s supposed to be like or how he’s supposed to act.

Plus, from a!Sapnap’s point of view… these aren’t really his parents. Not just in the sense that they’re from a completely different timeline, but also a!Sapnap has never really met them, knows almost nothing about them, and already has a perfectly good parental figure (a!Bad), so he never really felt the need to learn about his long dead parents. I mean, now that he’s here, he’d like to get to know them a little, but he really doesn’t feel as much of an attachment to them as they seem to feel towards him.

Speaking of which, d!Sapnap’s parents are kinda at a loss as to what to do in this situation. They can both clearly see that this is their Sapnap, their son, and can see the similarities between this stranger and their eight year old child. But at the same time. There are so many things that are different, and most of them speak of the hardships that a!Sapnap has faced. The most obvious thing is the fact that a!Sapnap is so much older than d!Sapnap. But there are plenty more. The scars, for instance. Now, a!Sapnap doesn’t have that many scars, especially in comparison to Dream or Quackity or Velvet, but he’s spent the last few decades either living on the street or robbing banks for a living, so he probably has his fair share from just like… random, mostly minor injuries.

This is not really all that unusual in the world of superheroes and villains, (basically no one has no scars. Even Foolish has a couple, despite his regeneration and invulnerability. Also like half of them are from random stupid shit, because that’s what happens when everyone you interact with on a regular basis either has potentially dangerous powers and/or carries weapons around everywhere), but it’s still more than most civilians. Noticeably so, if you’re paying attention. d!Sapnap’s parents’ concern over this is probably compounded by the fact that a!Sapnap sees getting injured as like… a normal, common thing, given that he mostly just spends time around other villains and heroes, so he probably wouldn’t really get why they were so concerned about it. (Seriously, why are they making such a big deal over the time Punz accidentally stabbed him in the arm a while back? It only took like, a day to heal, thanks to those magic rocks that Skeppy has).

Additionally, there’s the fact that a!Sapnap stays in his most human looking form 100% of the time, which neither d!Sapnap nor his parents do. Mostly, this just comes across as just slightly weird, not super concerning, not without the other differences. It seems like it has a story behind it, but a!Sapnap doesn’t see it as a deal, and d!Sapnap’s parents don’t want to press.

So basically, d!Sapnap’s parents can tell that a!Sapnap has Been Through Some Shit, and if a!Sapnap didn’t outright tell them that they were dead in his timeline, they’d probably be able to guess from his reactions to them. So they end up acting a bit protective of/parental towards him, when he doesn’t really need that. This doesn’t lead to any outright conflict, but it does make things more than a bit tense.

As for a!Sapnap’s interactions with d!Sapnap, they get along pretty well. a!Sapnap explained to him the basics of the alternate timeline situation, which he was utterly unphased by, because kids are like that. d!Sapnap keeps asking a!Sapnap to tell him stories about his timeline, which a!Sapnap does. (Toning down any aspects that might not be entirely appropriate for kids).

Anyway, at some point they end up going to visit Puffy. Which is also weird, because she’s different than a!Puffy, but at least a!Sapnap kinda knows her, so it’s less awkward. The biggest difference is that d!Puffy is less of a fighter than her timeline a counterpart. I mean, she’s still had her share of struggles, sure, but at this point, she’s mostly just the weird lady who lives just outside of town. She hasn’t even picked up her sword in centuries.

a!Sapnap asks her if she knows how he can get off planet, since his friends are probably all on earth. She tells him that she’s been looking for the chance to leave for years but interstellar travel is kinda expensive, so she never got the chance. Also, he’s probably stuck here now “unless he has a friend who can teleport or something” (said as a joke). Sapnap responds that he doesn’t, but he does have a boyfriend who can.

-🤺

Love that for him

-💮

[strawberrylemonz]

January 20, 2021 - DSMP

Here is my review of what happened on today’s stream! Keep in mind that I was only watching Tommy’s POV, but will be analyzing any other viewpoints that I come across (Mainly Tubbo’s)

I’m going to be honest with everyone, I was unsure as to whether not any of our boys would make it out alive. I went into the stream preparing the worst.

Tommy and Tubbo talking each other up, preparing to leave made me feel all kinds of thing. Like I stated earlier, I was prepared for the two to end their adventure today. I vibed with them when they walked down the prime path, and froze up when I saw the first person in line. I’m not ashamed to say that I nearly sobbed when I saw everyone line up to say their goodbyes to the boys (I’m sensitive, shut up). 

The way Sam kept giving them stuff??? Loved that

The way Tommy and Quackity’s voices quivered when they spoke to each other? Punch to the heart?

Tommy telling Eret that she was always the true king??? YES!!! POP OFF!!!

The entire trip to where Dream was both made me happy and broke my heart. Here, we saw these boys, children forced to grow up quickly to be used by those they trusted, do their best to be kids for a moment. They were kids for, what they believed, could be the last time. They had their serious moments where Tommy kept reminding Tubbo that it was okay to not feel okay about the situation. Where Tommy didn’t want Tubbo to hide his inner thoughts from him just to try and make him feel better. The moment that they watched the sun together made me all sentimental and shit. Tommy preparing to die and have Tubbo leave and tell his story broke me. 

“Why did you tell me to bring Tubbo?”

“Because, it’s always been you and Tubbo against me, remember? Ever since the beginning, Tommy and Tubbo against Dream” (paraphrasing)

I actually got hyped up when Tommy got the disc. It reminded me of Tommy’s clutch the time he dropped the disc down to Tubbo and knocked Dream off the tower using only planks. I had let my hope for them grow. And then I had my heart broken.

Dream using Tubbo against Tommy was something that I expected would happen, but I still wasn’t prepared for it to actually happen. I don’t think I’ll easily forget about how Tommy gave up the disc to Dream, even when Tubbo begged for Tommy to keep the disc and go. My heart nearly dropped to my stomach when I saw Dream break that first dirt block. It dropped when he told the boys to put their armor in the hole. 

I have to admit, I was kinda confused that the homeless man had an evil lair and not a home, but pop off I guess??? The elevator was pretty cool, ngl

When I saw the two discs on the floor, I thought, “Bitch, you better be polishing this fucking floor every 30 minutes. Disrespect Nicki Minaj? What?” My second thought was, “why tf did you make two giant ass shrines for these discs??? Didn’t even center them, wtf dude.”

When Dream was monologuing and showing off the stolen goods and pets (and Skeppy) he stole from everyone, I knew he was on something. Him calling Tommy the key confirmed that Dream was overthinking everything and seeing things in places they didn’t belong. Did Tommy initially bring these bonds? Bring all the things Dream said he did? Yeah, I’ll admit it, he did. But it was the people in the server that kept that going, kept it alive. If not Tommy, someone else would have started that chain. The way Tommy look horrified and uttered with a horrific tone, “how do you not hurt?” when Dream mentioned how he cut off all his attachments was hnnnnnnnn

Tubbo actively trying to protect Tommy from going to prison while Tommy was actively trying to protect Tubbo from permanently dying was-

Man

Man, that broke my heart.

“You wanna be the hero of this server? Every hero has an origin story. Batman had his parents, Spider-Man had Uncle Ben. You have Tubbo.”

The look of complete horror/terror that came across Tommy’s face the instant those words were spoken. He genuinely looked scared. He kept trying to defend Tubbo, despite Dream repeating how defenseless Tommy was against him. Dream telling the boys to say their good byes hurt me in more ways that I can describe. Tommy was panicking, actively trying to come up with ways to get Tubbo out of there, no matter the cost or price that he had to pay. Tubbo telling him that it was okay, everything would be okay, he would be okay. The way Tommy was desperate to hold onto his best friend, his Tubbo, whilst saying, “You can’t be okay with this! Why are you okay with this?”

My heart nearly stopped for a second the moment Tubbo said “goodbye, Tommy”

My mind flashed back to Tubbo saying those exact words whilst exiling Tommy, his best friend, for the sake of everyone being safe. Now, here he was again, saying those exact words to the exact same person. The only difference? He wasn’t sacrificing his best friend for the sake of everyone and Dream. No, he was sacrificing himself for the sake of his best friend, his only true friend, Tommy. 

“Get away from them”

“Punz?”

“I’m sorry Dream, but you should have paid me more.”

Literal chills. I cannot. It’s the “On your left” of the DSMP. The way everyone came through the portal to line up against this tyrant that manipulated them all. The way I imagined everyone coming through to see this decked out dude with a god complex about to murder a bloody and bruised child, said child’s best friend (also bloody and bruised) was watching, begging to have his friend spared. Imagining how they saw the tear streaks down the boys’ messed up faces as they accepted their fates. As they saw their fear turn to hope as Tommy got Tubbo behind them for safety. How Tommy entrusted them to keep Tubbo safe. How they all came, decked out, to defend these two children. 

How Quackity came in nothing but his yeezys because he just fucking knew that Dream wouldn’t put up a fight. The way Dream was so confident that he had power over everyone because he rid himself of his bonds towards objects and friends, only for that to be his downfall. The way Sapnap, Dream’s old friend, his buddy, was the one to give Tommy the pickaxe. The way Puffy was there to protect the two boys she renounced his duckling title for (and the nation).

The way Tommy dug a hole, without any protection or weapons, and had Dream throw his stuff in. The way he didn’t blow any of Dreams shit up, like he had happen to himself, and, instead, used Dream’s things to protect Tubbo and everyone else. The way Tommy took away Dream’s first two lives, paralleling the times Dream took Tommy’s two lives. The way Tommy boxed him in, like Tubbo was at the festival, and the way Tubbo held a bow to Dream. The way Tommy screamed at Dream to tell everyone what he had done. How Dream was the one to blow up the community house. How Dream tormented the poor boy in exile. The way Tommy didn’t spare him because he liked him, or wanted to play mind games with him. No, Tommy spared him because he had a chance to get his brother back, his family. 

“Let’s make Wilbur proud. SUCK IT GREEN BOY!!!!”

“SUCK IT GREEN BOY!!!!”

The way the boys sincerely thanked everyone for showing up, fully knowing that they didn’t have to do shit. The way that Tommy said to go to Tubbo’s vc, obviously warming Tubbo’s heart. The way they made it to bench, and finally had a chance to breathe. How they could sit their, listen to their discs, and be kids again. No wars, no going against Dream, nothing. They could just be Tommy and Tubbo, like it’s always been since the beginning. 

Then Wilbur fishfucking Soot had to crash the moment like the older brother he was, lmaooooo. 

“You didn’t die”

“Ghostbur?”

“I’m not Ghostbur.”

I sucked in a breath, not knowing how the interaction was going to go. Was Wilbur still in the mindset he was whilst blowing up the nation he and his younger brother created? Was he in a mindset before that? Was he sane? 

I must admit, their bickering match, along with Tubbo’s dancing, made me realize how much I missed their dynamic. I realized how much I missed Wilbur being in the picture. (Tommy whispering to Tubbo how he liked Ghostbur was hilarious)

Wilbur complaining about being stuck with Schlatt in the afterlife was hilarious. Wilbur admitting that he was preparing, waiting, for Tommy, his younger brother, to join him in the afterlife had me gripping my plushies. Wilbur telling Tommy that he’s proud of him put a sledgehammer into my fragile dam. 

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

THEY. ARE. BROTHERS!!!!

It was just so refreshing to see these two get the happy ending they deserved in this arc. The pain and suffering these two children went through at the expense of others, how they were forced to grow up quickly because of their situations, all of that was finally pushed towards the path of recovery. And although they’ve been through hell and back, it’s still them. Although the future will be hard for them, throwing more trials and difficult choices, they know that they’ll make it out, because that how it’s always been. And if their strengthen bond after today can tell them anything, it’s that it’ll always be like that.

It’s always been Tommy and Tubbo.

What I want/what I predict

FOR GEORGE TO BE AWAKE FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Everyone complimenting Niki on her new fit better fucking happen, I will manifest it

Dream will use his favor from Techno to break out of prison

Connor playing a bigger role in the SMP

Foolish revealing that they don’t need Dream alive (hopefully)

Ghostbur to say a proper goodbye before Wilbur is revived

GLATT

GLATTBUR

SBI reunion with every alive for more than five fucking minutes

Wilbur ignoring his dad Phil and zooming over to little brother Tommy so that he can hug him and tell him that he’s safe now and that he’s so proud of him

THERAPY ARC!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYONE LOVELY, PLEASE

JUST GET EVERYONE INSIDE THE THERAPY GROUP SECTION AND TALK ABOUT THEIR TRAUMA AND FEELINGS SO THEY CAN ALL CLEAR UP THEIR MISUNDERSTANDINGS!!!!!

The egg will start to negatively affect people, causing those not affected to fear for their home and friends

SBI + TUBBO AND RANBOO VS EGGPIRE????? POG?????

Tubbo nuking L’manhole to get rid of the spreading red

Techno/Phil to come to an understanding with Tommy; vice versa

Those unaffected teaming up to safe those affected

Someone (preferably Ranboo) unintentionally activating the End Portal lmao

The rest of the SBI + Tubbo saving Tommy from being murdered by Jack and Niki

Jack and Niki learning that killing the child is not the fucking answer to their problems (If it didn’t work for William Afton, it won't work for y’all. Stop trying to be the man behind the slaughter)

Techno and Tommy rebuilding their trust and friendship with each other

Tommy giving Techno the Axe of Peace

Sam being influenced by the egg and becomes corrupted

Ranboo being free??? Pog???? Pog

Puffy and Niki having a one-to-one conversation about their personal opinions and goals

Puffy visiting Dream whilst he sits in his cell

Skeppy and Bad to be okay again :(

Everyone infected to be okay again :(

Tommy bonding with Eret

Big Q continuing to hold Clingy Duo close to him

Schlatt coming back but instead of trying to run for president and mess with everyone, he’s just everyone’s drunk uncle that somehow gives wise advice to every situation

Wilbur coming back but he’s that angry older cousin that only allows the favorite family members(Tommy)/friends to stay in his room 

GIVE ME MEXICAN DREAM AND GIRL DREAM!!! ONLY HETERO RELATIONSHIP I SEE THAT IS BEYOND POGGERS

Lani and Drista to make a comeback at the same time

Tommy meeting more family members

The kids being able to be kids

Lani selling yeezy

Drista w/ bedrock

Drista laughing at Dream’s imprisonment

Everyone finding peace within each other’s chaos and living in harmony

[itshalza]

Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right

Just a Villain!Puffy and C!Foolish Angst piece I wrote to spite my friends, cross-posted from AO3. 

Characters: Villain!Puffy, Foolish, Warden!Sam, Dream, Tommyinnit (mentioned)

!! Content Warning: Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Angst, Arguing, Spoilers for Tommy’s stream from 3/1/2021

Summary: After Dream kills Tommy while trapped in prison, Puffy realizes something must be done about Dream... and Foolish is a witness to all of it. (1.8K words)

It didn’t take Sam long to realize that something was off once he went back to the security room, monitoring Puffy’s visit with her son, Dream. It had only been a few days since Dream killed Tommy in the cell. Sam was torn up, but the prisoner needed watching no matter how much grief the warden was experiencing. Normally, it would be against protocol for him to let a visitor see Dream so recently after an incident, but Puffy was insistent. She practically stormed into the prison lobby and demanded that Sam let her in. He only let her in because he was too tired and too upset to deal with Dream’s hysterical mother. Obviously, he should have waited until he was in a better mental state because he slipped up on the protocols, not checking Puffy’s inventory nearly as closely as he normally would have for a visitor.

Once Puffy started raising her voice, that’s when Sam decided to intervene. “Puffy, if you don’t calm down I’m going to have to ask you to get back on the bridge.” he said flatly into the intercom.

“Oh shut up for once in your life Sam!” Puffy yelled out to nowhere in particular before getting back to scolding Dream. “I can’t believe you would do that to him. He was a child. He-” She started, although her voice had much more resentment than one would expect to hear from a mother speaking to her child.

“Oh come on mom, are you serious? You really think Tommy didn’t have this coming?” Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes.

As the screaming match continued, Sam decided that it would probably be best to get ready to intervene in this interaction. This really could prove to be a security threat. But he couldn’t be the one to go in for her. That would be a breach of protocol and a security risk he couldn’t take. Plus, he didn’t think that Puffy would listen to him anyway. The two had already been at odds lately over the egg, and he didn’t think his guidance would be effective at all in this situation. So he grabbed his communicator and decided to call someone who he thought would be helpful.

“Hello?” The totem’s cheery voice rang from the device.

“Uh… hey Foolish. Is there anyway you could make your way up to the prison? Puffy is visiting Dream and she is making me... nervous.” he started, hesitating slightly on the word. He didn’t want Foolish to think that Sam wasn’t doing his job well, because he was. Puffy was just being difficult. “I just need you to be ready to talk to her if I need you to.”

“Yeah sure. We can have a little family reunion in the prison.” Foolish replied, a laugh behind his voice. The joke obviously didn’t land with the worn out warden. Sam let out a slightly annoyed sigh, causing Foolish to clear his throat to fill the silence. “I can be there in five minutes, is that okay? I’m at my summer home.”

Sam’s eyes flicked from the monitor to press the unmute button on the intercom, listening to their fighting for a moment before muting it again. “Just get here quick, okay?” Sam said, his voice maintaining its bland tone despite the worry he felt.

“Of course Sammy. Be there in a few.” The totem said, oblivious to Sam’s discomfort before ending the call and heading into the nether portal to L’Manberg.

Sam put the communicator on the desk, waiting a few moments before unmuting the intercom once again to hear their bickering once again.

“I don’t care how annoying Tommy was while you were trapped in here, that doesn’t give you the right to kill him.” Puffy yelled, seeming exasperated with her son. Hell, Sam would be too. Dream had opened up about what he did to Tommy during his exile, and not only did he open up, he seemed proud of it. The thought made Sam sick to his stomach.

“Listen, you have no idea what was going on in here so I don’t think you can tell me whether or not I am justified.” Dream spat back, crossing his arms. Then he looked like he realized something. “You know what, let’s ask Sam. He overheard some of it. Sam, was Tommy being a little-”

Sam cut Dream off before he could finish. “Don’t drag me into this.” He said sharply. He leaned back in his seat, nervously waiting for Foolish to show up.

“You do understand that you took a human life the other day, right? Tommy is never coming back, and his blood is on your hands.” Puffy said. She didn't even seem upset about Tommy anymore; she just seemed angry. She was just so angry.

Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes. “One: that’s not entirely true. Two: you do understand that I don’t care, right?” He mocked his mother’s tone with his final words, which only seemed to infuriate her further.

Sam was about to speak up and tell Puffy that he was coming to get her before he heard Foolish’s voice over the intercom. “Uh... Overworld to Sam?” He trailed. Apparently it wasn’t the first time Foolish tried to get his attention.

The warden flicked a switch on the control board. “You can go through the portal.” He said, his voice starting to display an edge of the anxiety that felt like lead in his veins.

“Roger dodger that.” The totem said, oblivious to Sam’s sudden change of tone. Sam quickly made his way to the lobby of the prison. This was breaking so many protocols but this was an emergency situation in his eyes, and Sapnap and Punz were unreachable. Sam entered the lobby just before Foolish did.

“I’m not going to lie; this is going to be very different than if you would visit the prison on a normal day, okay? Just don’t tell anyone.” He said, opening up locker two.

“Yeah, of course. Are you okay Sam?” Foolish asked, entering the locker to dump his items into the chest. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said, putting a slight emphasis on the word ‘I.’ He handed Foolish the forms once he exited the locker.

“I hereby assume-” Foolish began reading off the form before being cut off by the other in the room. “Just sign the form.”

Foolish looked up at him with a confused look but complied anyway. After all, Sam was the sole authority on the prison grounds. He certainly was not going to question him. Sam led Foolish through the prison, skipping most of the safeguards put in place which only confused Foolish further.

“Uh… hey Sam aren’t you supposed to like, kill me a lot right now or something?” Foolish asked, partially to remedy his own confusion and partially to lighten the mood. Sam simply ignored his question, pressing the button to lower the wall of lava.

“Make sure you walk with the bridge.” Sam said firmly. Foolish definitely seemed a little on edge, but he tried not to show Sam. After all, he really did want to see his family together again, and if Sam were to doubt whether or not he was fit to visit the prison, he might not be able to go in.

As the lava receded, the yelling began to be unmuffled. The bridge started moving and Foolish took small steps to stay with it.

“Mom, you have no idea why I do the things I do, so I would suggest you mind your business!”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me your mother. You are no son of mine. You’re a monster”

“If you say I am then so be it. Have you ever thought that this is your fault that I’m this way? You did raise me after-” Dream started to retort, but clearly there was something about Puffy’s movement that made Dream lose his spunk.

That’s when Sam realized his mistake when he saw the notable glint of enchanted netherite.

“Mom, how did you get that in here?” Dream asked, his voice smaller now, realizing he went too far.

“You aren’t my son. You will never be my son again.” Puffy’s voice was eerily calm despite the circumstances, and she was completely oblivious to her second son’s arrival.

Foolish was frozen. The bridge had stopped and he was locked in place. He was watching the scene play out in front of him like it was a scene in a movie. He felt so incredibly helpless even though he had the ability to stop it.

Sam had run to the control board to lock the prison down. This was an extremely vulnerable situation, and the last thing that needed to happen was a serious security threat.

“You know what, Dream?” Puffy asked, running her finger along the flat side of the blade. “This is my fault. Something I did made you this way. I don’t know what it was, but I know what I have to do to stop it.” She said. Her voice was still calm, although it began to develop an edge as she continued.

Before Dream could protest, Puffy ran the blade cleanly through his stomach, clenching her teeth. Luckily, his mask hid the look of horror and pain from Foolish’s face as he watched hopelessly, but there was something much worse watching a blank smile as your brother died by your mother’s hand. Once her son went limp, she removed the blade and let his body fall to the floor. She stared down at her blood covered hands, a smile starting to grow before she heard a broken sob from behind her.

Foolish felt like he was going to be sick. His knees felt weak, but he made sure to stay upright to avoid falling into the lava around him. He covered his mouth, eyes nervously scanning his mother’s form.

“Foolish…” Puffy trailed, reaching out towards her surviving son, face falling as he flinched away from her touch. “Foolish it’s not what you-”

“Sam, call back the bridge!” He yelled, not breaking eye contact with her. He was scared what would happen if he took his eyes off of her.

Sam, too, was frozen. He cleared his throat, muttering a soft “you got it” into the intercom.

“Foolish, please.” Puffy said, tears biting at her eyes. The totem shook his head, taking small steps backwards with the bridge.

“I did the right thing! I was protecting you from that monster.” Puffy yelled. Foolish didn’t react. His emerald eyes just stared with fear at the person he used to consider his mother.

The bridge jolted to a stop but Foolish didn’t move. He was frozen listening to Puffy call out. “Come on Foolish. Don’t leave me here. You know Papa Puffy loves you!”

He didn’t move until the lava finally enclosed the cell. He fell to his knees and let himself cry for the loss of his family.

[mythrilhusk]

Korosensei Never Dies - Chapter 3

Words: ~2600 Chapter 2 (Last) AO3 Version Chapter 4 (Next)

Quackity stumbles into the classroom, exhaustion dragging on his eyes. The silence of the room almost deafens him. He yawns and slouches into the desk beside Sapnap's. "Sup, mothers and fuckers of the court."

"And they have the gall to call me late." Technoblade sighs. "Quackity, you missed first period."

"Just get on with the motherfucking class." Quackity grumbles, his head on the desk. And when did he get so comfortable with talking back? He wonders about it briefly, then scrunches his eyes and tries to block out the oceans of hatred beating through his skin.

"You good, mate?" An unfamiliar voice chuckles from the front of the class.

Quackity looks up at the new guy- two new guys. "Who the fuck are you?"

"This is Philza." Technoblade's dry tone almost hides the notes of fondness. "He'll be teaching you how to kill me."

"The lessons will be applicable in later life, I guarantee." The skinny man with ragged blond hair must be Philza. He slouches unconcernedly beside the other, heavily armed, fellow. "Oh, and this is Punz. He's my guard. He'll help me with demonstrations."

"However, the deal is that you will all attempt to at least get a C in every class." Technoblade adds.

"Who agreed to that fucking shitass deal??" Quackity cries. "You think we couldn't get A's if we tried?? None of us give a fuck about school, that's why Puffy stuffed us all together here!"

"Hm. You make a good point, Quackity. Get all A's in every class by the end of the first semester, and Philza here will tutor you in the art of assassination."

Quackity feels his fellow students glaring at him. "It's a fucking deal, baby! You're as good as dead!" This, added to Bad's smuggled weapons, should be enough to level the playing field.

Lunchtime rolls around, and Quackity learns from Sapnap that Punz and Philza have been employed by the school ostensibly to teach extracurriculars like Sociology and Martial Arts. He demolishes his food as Sapnap and Foolish argue over the best way to go about attacking Technoblade with their new weapons.

At the front of the class, Technoblade cleans off the whiteboard. Hannah Rose, the only girl in class 3-E, sits alone at her desk. Quackity watches her for a moment, considering whether he should let her join his group or not.

His mind is just about made up to beckon her over when she stands up and produces a second lunchbox and thermos from her backpack. Placing both on Technoblade's desk, she scrawls a little note, and then returns to her seat.

Technoblade turns around, sees the food and tea, and makes a little "Heh?" sound of confusion. Quackity glowers at Rose. She tilts her head and glances at him with a mysterious smile.

The rest of the day passes as uneventfully as it possibly could with having a terrorist, hostage, and military guard as teachers. Punz has declared his intent to teach Mathematics for the rest of the year after Technoblade started ranting about the economy while attempting to explain trigonometry. Quackity has a feeling the rant was partially a bait for that very purpose, but then again, he's grown used to Technoblade's rambling segways from the actual topic of discussion.

The situation has started to feel almost normal. A simple fact of life. The truth is that people adapt to their environments. As Quackity follows Sapnap out of the classroom, he shoots one last glare at Technoblade, almost a tradition of sorts.

Technoblade meets his eyes and gives him a subtle nod before returning his attention to whatever Philza is on about. Quackity scoffs and hurries to catch up to his friends.

Clubs have started to form for the year. But, cut off from the rest of the highschool by both merit of their reputations as delinquents and the threat of their teacher, class 3-E can't join in any official clubs. So they've made their own.

The Ducklings plus Charlie have formed the Prank club. Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, and Wilbur made the Theatre club. Ranboo and Rose remain separately aloof. Foolish reports to Quackity that Rose disappeared into the Chemistry lab a bit ago, and Ranboo has just been wandering the forest line surrounding the building.

Charlie, as Head Prankster, proposes going over to the main grounds and pranking the other classes. The Ducklings agree on the condition they steal Karl from his club.

When they reach the main grounds of the high school, a mile away from the secluded building for class 3-E, Connor whines about his twisted ankle as Foolish carries him. Quackity drags his feet on the clean linoleum, smirking at the disdainful glances of passing students.

"Well, if it isn't the loser class." Jack Manifold crosses his arms and stands in the middle of the hallway. "Come to beg for scraps, have you?"

"Out of our way, Jack." Charlie snarls.

Jack adjusts his heterochromatic sunglasses. "Niki and I have a proposition."

"What the fuck do you assholes want with us?"

"Give us a cut of the money when you kill that dumb teacher and we'll help you study for college admissions. Win-win." Jack grins.

Quackity gestures for his gang to discuss. "Yo, we don't need that prick."

Sapnap nods. "We're already splitting the winnings with Bad, we don't need another reduction."

"Wait, who's Bad??" Charlie hisses. Quackity shoves him out of the circle.

"We could always take the help and then not pay him. Like, as a prank." Foolish suggests.

"Good idea. In favor?"

Connor and Sapnap agree. The motion passes.

"Alright, Jack, we'll fucking take it."

"Nice. Okay, we want fifty percent of the bounty in return for our splendid, magnanimous help." Jack puffs out his chest.

"Deal." Quackity spits in his hand and holds it out for Jack to shake. The boy looks disgusted.

"Ew, I'm not touching that."

"Deal or no deal?" Quackity grins, watching Jack squirm.

"For the love of Newton, Jack!" Niki Nihachu storms out of the nearby empty classroom, her pink hair pinned up in a messy bun. "It's a deal." She spits on her own hand and takes Quackity's without flinching.

"Great, now piss off. We have club business to attend to." Quackity shoulders past Jack, and his club follows.

"How are you planning to kill the Blade??" Niki trots to keep up.

"Secret."

"I want to kill him, too!"

"Join the fucking club."

"Rude! I'm offering help!"

Quackity shrugs at her. "I just told you, join the club. Fail your classes to get transferred into 3-E, then we'll talk."

"I- I will!" Niki cries, then storms back to Jack and drags him away.

++++

"Can I kill him for you?"

Philza glances at the mercenary guard in question. "Mate." He chuckles darkly. "I won't stop you, but he could be useful."

Punz, oblivious to Techno's bloodlust, cleans up the shattered glass on the scorched floor of the Chemistry lab as one of the students cries in a corner. Fake. Philza can spot crocodile tears from a mile away.

"Techno, you didn't eat the lunch she gave you, did you?"

Techno shrugs. "It was a good attempt. Five stars."

Philza laughs a bit. "What's arsenic taste like, then?"

Technoblade glances at the crying girl. "Eh, nothing much."

The girl sobs harder, clearly attempting to play the sympathy card. "I- I didn't p-poison it, it wasn't m-mine." Lies. All lies.

"K." Techno scratches his head and turns away, uncomfortable with the tears.

A knife whistles through the air and buries in Techno's shoulder. He gasps a pained, "Heh??" And he grips the smoke wound as the metal melts and sizzles.

"Techno? You good, mate?"  

Keen steel digs into his back. "Don't move." Rose says, adrenaline making her voice tremble.

Punz laughs in the background. "Nice job, kiddo. Now, twist one arm behind his back, and force him to back away from the Blade."

Philza sighs as Rose does as Punz ordered. "Rose, mate, you don't want to be a murderer."

"You won't be my first kill." Rose retorts in a tremulous attempt at a cold voice.

"Technoblade, hands up." Punz comes around in Philza's peripheral vision. "Try anything and my associate will stab the old man."

"Hey!" Philza cries. "Watch your tongue, motherfucker, I'm not fucking old!" He just could kill the girl and let Techno take out Punz, but Techno has already told him to leave the students alone.

"Phil?" Techno says in a low, furious voice. His wound has already healed. "I'll take care of this." The blade against Philza's skin trembles, then steadies.

Punz smirks and draws his gun. "You'll take care of this, will you? I've got the biggest payday of my life waiting for your death."

"You've caused enough suffering." Rose snarls. "It ends here."

"Phil is innocent. Let him go." Technoblade growls.

"Not unless you let us kill you. You made a big mistake, and now you're going to pay."

"And we're going to get paid!" Rose laughs.

"Rose, kid, let go and run before you get hurt." Philza warns.

"That would be smart, yes." Techno remains motionless.

"Stay there, Rose." Punz snaps. "Don't move. We've got them."

"Ha, the only thing stopping me from punting both of you into the sun is Techno." Phil yawns.

"I could kill you!" Rose presses the dagger between Philza's shoulderblades. "Don't try me."

"If you kill him, what's stopping me from killing both of you?" Techno muses. "Rose, let Phil go, get outta here, and I'll forget this ever happened."

"Don't listen to him." Punz urges.

"You don't stand a chance, buddy." Philza grins mockingly at Punz. This is exciting. Philza hasn't felt so alive since he was burning down cathedrals with Techno.

A smoke grenade drops in-between the four. It shudders on the ground. Philza barks to startle Punz and Rose, "Scatter!"

Punz leaps away. Techno jumps for Phil. Rose lets go and shoves Phil into Techno. Smoke poofs out and fills the entire room.

Techno throws Philza over his shoulder and storms for the door as Phil coughs out the burning air. As they reach clear air, Philza laughs. "Not even close, ey, mate?"

Techno's eyes are dark as he growls, "Never again." A threat. A promise.

++++

Ranboo stares at his empty hands. The smell of smoke lingers on his clothes. What was he doing? He can't remember. That's nothing new, though. He doesn't want to remember.

He staggers shakily through the forest, unable to recall why he's here. Why is he here, so near the school? He opens his book and flips to page two, the day Technoblade joined the school. Right, right, he's supposed to be helping everyone kill Techno.

Was that what he was doing? He can't remember.

++++

"Alright, nerds." Technoblade slams a fist on his desk. The chatter abruptly ceases, leaving the air tense and cold. "If anybody, and I mean anybody, so much as looks at Philza the wrong way, so much as harms one hair on his head, I punt first and ask no questions ever."

He doesn't even glance at her, but Hannah Rose shrinks in her chair anyway, regretting ever choosing the front row for her seat assignment. She could have done it, she could have gotten rid of Technoblade, if it weren't for the damn smoke bomb.

"Who teh fuck tried to kill Philza??" Tommy cries, somehow sounding more incensed than Technoblade.

"Punz." Technoblade replies. Rose frowns in confusion. Why wouldn't he tell them about her involvement? He certainly has no reason to hide it.

"I'll kill him!!" Tommy barks, gesturing with his knife haphazardly. "Where is he??"

"He met an unfortunate accident and is now recovering in the hospital." Technoblade deadpans.

Rose wonders if she should feel bad that her former partner got hurt. She doesn't. He wasn't a friend, he was a business associate. He even blamed her for the failure of their attempt. So fuck him.

"Good. Serves the fucker right." Wilbur hums. "Philza, we're going to try to kill your friend, sorry, but you're safe with us."

"Killing friends is not cool, Wilbur, I'm trying to be cool." Tommy complains, brushing back his hair.

"Tommy, we kinda need to kill Techno. Again, sorry about that, Philza."

"Fuck you, bitch!" Tommy retorts.

"Kids, kids. Chill." Philza chuckles. He smiles at Rose for a moment, then turns his attention back to Tommy and Wilbur, who have devolved into slapping each other with notebooks. The look leaves her confused and angry. She was going to kill him. Why isn't he respecting that??

"Tubbo, please sit between your friends so they stop hitting each other." Philza snaps as the playfight grows louder.

"With pleasure." Tubbo grins.

A few minutes into the start of class, Tommy yelps. "Tubbo!!"

"Wilbur paid me to."

A few minutes later, Wilbur cries, "Ow, hey!"

"Tommy paid me more."

Rose snaps and turns around, leveling a glare at Tubbo. "How much do I need to pay you to make your friends shut the hell up??"

"Ten." Tubbo holds out his hand. Rose stuffs a tenner in his hand and turns back around, huffing.

"T-Tubbo, put away the duck tape!!" Tommy cries. "Eret, no, don't help him, help me!! Phiiilza!!"

"Kids, will you just shut up and fucking learn something??"

Hannah spots Quackity in the third row, sitting beside Sapnap and glaring up at Technoblade. He hasn't spoken once the entire time.

A movement from Ranboo catches her gaze from all the way in the back of the class, beside the window. He smiles nervously, not meeting her eyes as he stuffs a kitty-decor notebook back into his backpack. She's seen him with it often, in every class, and it doesn't seem to be for regular notes. She saw the cover once. It was marked 'Do Not Read', which only makes her want to read it.

"Hey, Rose." Eret steals her attention with a wave. "I heard you know martial arts. Can you teach me?"

++++

Ponk grumbles to himself as he strides up the stairs to the small, rundown building that houses class 3-E. He was supposed to begin teaching here at the start of the year, but he got delayed by family issues. His substitute should be gone by now, but if they aren't, he'll get rid of them soon enough.

He opens the door to absolute chaos. Two kids are firing guns at the substitute teacher, who just sits there and takes it as he munches a sandwich. Another man demonstrates to a small group the correct method for throwing knives. Still others are crowded in the center of circled desks and wrestling as a girl criticizes their techniques. And in the back corner, scrawling in a notebook, is the only normal person there. Ponk makes a beeline for him.

"Hey." Ponk sits beside the normal person.

"Hey." The normal person replies in a growly and annoyed voice.

"What's with the chaos?"

"You get used to it."

"Oh. I don't think I want to."

The ?normal? person looks at Ponk's forehead. "Then leave."

Ponk shivers and excuses himself hastily.

But before he reaches the door, he stops himself. No. He's not going to give in so easily. He's the teacher here. When the gunfire ceases to reload, Ponk storms up to the substitute and slams his boot on the- on his desk. "Out of my seat."

"Nah."

Ponk stares at the piggy-mutant man. "What the hell, man? What are you??"

"Some would say I'm death incarnate." The man says in a tired voice.

"Would they, really??"

"Nah. They're already dead."

Ponk glowers. "I'm the teacher here."

"K. Ponk, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Right. Well, hate to break it to you, but I'm the head teacher now. I guess you can help out, though. Not that I need help."

"Right." Ponk groans.

"How good are you at teaching math?"

Chapter 4 (Next)

[elsanna-shenanigans]

August Contest Submission #17: A Perfectly Normal Prom Night

Words: ca. 2,500 Setting: mAU Lemon: No CW: None

The whole thing started rather innocuously. It was the middle of summer when Elsa and Anna’s parents had dragged them to an outdoor concert for one of those old timer bands. The girls, having just finished eleventh and tenth grade respectively, were not exactly thrilled about their parents’ choice of music, and so pretty soon they wandered off together, eventually finding some relative peace and quiet in a patch of grass and flowers off at the opposite edge of the wide field from where the concert was taking place, where they talked for a while about the things teenage girls typically talk about.

Anna, who was prone to being consumed by nervous energy, busied her hands by picking the nearby flowers and weaving the stems together. When she’d woven enough of them to form a small flower crown, she interrupted whatever Elsa was saying at that particular moment then leaned forward and placed the crown on Elsa’s head.

“Um, thanks?” Elsa said, with a light blush on her cheeks. She was, as ever, rather self-conscious. “It looks silly doesn’t it?”

But Anna shook her head. “No, actually, it looks really pretty.”

The blush on Elsa’s face only deepened.

Elsa wore the flower crown on the car ride home. She wore it around the house for the rest of the weekend. Come Monday morning, by which time some of the stems had started to wither and unravel, she presented the remains to Anna, who salvaged what she could and wove the remaining bits into Elsa’s braid, her facing beaming with pride.

And so it became a ritual for the sisters: Anna gathering flowers and braiding them into various formations, and then placing them in Elsa’s hair until she blushed. Elsa, presenting herself each day for her floral adornment. It was a curious sort of reversal of their usual big sister/little sister roles, and Anna found she rather enjoyed it. In fact, she enjoyed it rather a lot.

The school year started up with no interruption to their ritual. If anything, it brought them closer. It was not uncommon to find Anna fussing with the placement of the flowers in Elsa’s hair during their shared lunch break. Or on their walk home from school. Or while watching TV together on the couch after dinner. And maybe they started inviting each other to hangouts with their respective friend groups more than they had before. All in all, it was a pretty good year.

They were eating two dollar burgers on a picnic bench at the local park when Elsa casually asked Anna to go to prom with her.

“You don’t have someone you’d prefer to go with?” Anna asked, trying to play it cool but feeling a little bewildered.

“I do, silly. I just asked you,” Elsa said before taking a large bite of her hamburger.

“Okay. Sure.” A casual answer for a casual question.

In truth, the prom talk reminded Anna of a fact that she’d done a rather good job not thinking about for the past year, which was that Elsa was going to be going off to college in the fall. Like the flowers in Elsa’s hair, their lives had become woven closer together in the past nine months, and Anna wasn’t looking forward to Elsa being gone.

And so, rather than wallowing in self-pity, Anna resolved to go all out for this prom thing.

The first item was the dress. Some quick internet searching turned up several options online; she went with a long green dress with floral embellishments on the bodice. It wasn’t egregiously expensive, but it would be shipped from overseas and so she had to cross her fingers that it wouldn’t look horribly cheap in person. Luckily it was long enough that she didn’t really have to splurge on shoes, as they would go mostly unseen.

Second was the ride. It took some horse trading with her father, but she managed to get him to shell out for a limo—don’t you want Elsa’s night to be special, Dad?—even if it meant she’d be the one mowing the lawn all summer.

The third, which came together in the last few days before the dance, was the corsage. She’d had to scour every flower shop across town before she found one that would make a corsage of Elsa’s favorite flower, the crocus.

And then there was the last thing, which was stupid and foolish, and conveniently fully refundable if she chickened out at the last minute. Anna wasn’t fully sure which of the two outcomes she would prefer.

When the day came, Anna even did the little ritual of going around to the front door once she was all dressed up and ringing the doorbell. Her father answered the door and gave her a little wink, then turned to call for Elsa to come downstairs, thankfully before he could spot the light blush rising on her face. When Elsa came around the upstairs hallway and descended the stairs, there was no more hope of Anna hiding the bright crimson blush on her face from anyone.

Elsa’s dress was a gorgeous lavender color and surprisingly a bit short, for a prom dress. The bodice was all floral lace, and below that were several tiers of tulle skirts which came down to just below her knees. Her hair was done up in a fancy braid, and woven into it Anna spotted a few of the flowers she’d left on Elsa’s dresser that morning.

Anna thought she had never seen someone so pretty in her life.

If time had seemed to slow for that first glance of Elsa on the stairs, it definitely sped up after that. Anna presented the corsage and pinned it to Elsa’s dress, earning her a dazzled look when Elsa recognized her favorite flowers. Her father took the requisite ‘prom couple’ photos before the limo showed up to take them to their destination. Anna had to repeat several yes really’s to Elsa’s did you really?’s as their parents ushered them into the waiting vehicle.

At the venue they met up with their friends and generally just had a blast. When the slow songs came on they would find each other and catch up on whatever hijinks the other had missed, or poke fun at their coupled friends being sappy with each other. Anna didn’t even mind when they spent the last ‘dance’ snacking on chocolates at the refreshments table instead of on the dance floor.

After the dance came the after parties. Neither of the girls was much of a wild partier, but it seemed apropos to at least see what all the fuss was about. All in all, they had a good time. At one point Anna actually did sneak a shot of tequila when she was offered, for courage. Or tried to sneak; Elsa had somehow noticed and gave her a very judgy older-sister look which Anna only managed to disarm by fussing somewhat dramatically over the state of the flowers in Elsa’s braid.

The night dragged on. At about one in the morning the two sisters found themselves at an all-night diner with Rapunzel and Eugene, sharing a basket of french fries. They’d lost Kristoff when the group had briefly stopped in front of the local gay bar. When the fries ran out, Eugene and Rapunzel excused themselves; Eugene mentioned that it was time to take his girlfriend home, with a very big wink when he said the word home. Anna just rolled her eyes at him. But hey, that was part of the whole prom night thing too, right?

Anna couldn’t help but notice that Elsa looked a bit down when they left the diner. The limo was long gone at that point, so Anna hailed a cab with the app on her phone. Once they were underway, she broached the topic of what was making Elsa glum in that moment.

“We had an amazing night, right Elsa? I didn’t screw anything up?”

Elsa, who had been gazing out the car window, turned to face Anna, eyes wet around the edges but not crying exactly. “Oh, Anna, of course not. You were perfect, everything was perfect. It’s just that—well, I told myself I didn’t want any… entanglements before going off to college, but seeing Eugene and Punz going off to have some, um, special time together—” Elsa stopped abruptly and composed herself a little. “I just kinda don’t want the night to be over yet.”

“So um, about that,” Anna started to say, just as the driver pulled up to their destination.

Anna got out of the car as Elsa scooched across the back seats and then joined her on the sidewalk, just as the taxi pulled away. The sidewalk which was definitely not the driveway of their house.

“I got us a hotel!” Anna announced excitedly, before she could choke on the words. They were in fact, standing in front of a fairly nice hotel near the edge of downtown.

“You didn’t,” Elsa replied, deadpan, though her eyes were wandering up the side of the glass building to the bright blue sign near the roof many stories up.

“We can still go home if you want, I haven’t actually paid anything yet,” Anna offered, but Elsa’s answer was to head towards the front door and into the lobby.

Anna trailed after her, managed to wrangle Elsa along with her to the check-in desk in order to procure the room key. The process of which was somewhat elaborated by the fact that Anna could barely get her words out, suffering a bit of shock at the part where Elsa hadn’t just called up another taxi to take them home. It was definitely the tequila talking when, in the elevator, she grabbed hold of Elsa’s hand. Elsa shot her an indecipherable look, but didn’t let go.

They were still holding hands when Anna keyed the door lock with her free hand, opened the door slightly, popped her foot in the gap to hold it open, and then promptly spun around to face Elsa.

“Turn around,” Anna ordered, and was surprised when her sister complied.

“Anna,” Elsa whined, and the tone in her voice gave Anna a curious boost in confidence.

“Close your eyes,” Anna half-whispered, as she pulled her hand loose from Elsa’s and then raised both hands up to cover Elsa’s eyes. With a bit of an awkward shuffle, Anna managed to guide them both backwards through the doorway, before turning them both in place so that she could guide Elsa forward into the center of the room. And then, with a deep breath, she dropped her hands and let Elsa see.

It wasn’t just that Anna had gotten them a hotel room. That could have been excused as just a fun place to hang out to cap the night off. Anna, god help her, wanted her message to be clear. Which was why the hotel room had only the one king-size bed, completely covered in white rose petals.

Elsa stepped forward tentatively, ran a hand along the edge of the bed, disturbing some of the flower petals. She glanced at Anna briefly, and then back at the bed and around the room. After a long moment that felt like an eternity to Anna, Elsa turned around, kicked off her heels, and sat on the edge of bed with a look on her face that heavily implied that Anna should start talking.

Here, at the crux of all the plans she had orchestrated for this night, Anna found that she didn’t need really need that tequila courage to say what she needed to say.

“I think I’m in love with you,” she confessed. It was a lot easier to breathe like a normal person now that she’d said the hardest part. “I know it sounds absurd, but that’s the only way I can make sense of the way you make me feel. It was just little things at first, and then I started having thoughts and I wasn’t sure—I’m still not sure sure to be honest. When you asked me to go to prom with you, I thought that maybe, maybe you felt something like I do?” Anna paused, hoping the Elsa might respond, but the expression on the blonde girl’s face remained enigmatic. With a bit of resignation, Anna sat down on the bed next to Elsa. “I got this hotel room so that we could—so that I could tell you how I felt. In private.”

Elsa just looked at her for rather a long time, and Anna felt like she could see the various thoughts she must be having go to and fro in her sister’s head.

“And what did you think we would do in this hotel room,” Elsa inquired eventually, with a curious tone in her voice, “now that you’ve told me, if I felt the same way?”

“W-whatever we’re both, um, comfortable with?” Anna responded hesitantly, taking Elsa’s hand in hers once again. “Which could totally be nothing at all, I mean, if you don’t feel that—”

“Can I kiss you?” Elsa asked immediately, before Anna had finished speaking.

Whoa what?

“Uh, yes?”

How was she so unprepared for the very thing she had been hoping would happen?

She felt a little bit like her spirit had left her body when Elsa quickly lifted her free hand to caress Anna’s cheek, and then leaned in until their lips pressed together. Anna wasn’t exactly an experienced kisser; she’d kissed a few girls (and yes, boys), but mostly in the hesitant, high-school way where neither person knows what they’re doing. And still, this kiss with Elsa felt a little odd. It felt, somehow, like Elsa was asking a question, only… Anna didn’t think she was the one who was supposed to answer it. And just like that, the sense of elation from just moments before dropped out of her chest and curdled in her stomach.

Elsa, perhaps sensing the shift, pulled away. Looked away. But their hands were still clasped, and Anna took that as a sign of something. After a moment, she gave Elsa’s hand a brief squeeze of reassurance. I’m still here, she endeavored to say without saying.

“I don’t think I’m in love with you,” Elsa said, and before Anna could fall to pieces, Elsa finally looked back at her and there was something bright in her blue eyes. “But. Maybe you’ve just figured it out sooner than me? Because I do want to kiss you some more. I wanted to kiss you so bad when you gave me the corsage earlier tonight. Wouldn’t that have caused a scene!”

Elsa laughed then, and the sight of it transmuted all of Anna’s mixed up emotions into her own burst of laughter because yeah, Elsa surprise kissing her in front of their parents would have been a whole damn fiasco and who knows if they would have even been allowed to leave the house in that case? And Anna was really glad they had gotten to spend this time together.

“Is that okay? That I don’t feel, um, quite the same thing as you?” Elsa asked, when Anna had mostly collected herself.

“I think so?” Anna replied, rubbing away the streaks from tears that had escaped during her fit of laughter. “We just have to communicate, right? If something changes, it has to be okay for either of us to say something.”

“Of course,” Elsa confirmed. And then she got a particularly mischievous smile on her pretty face.

“What? Elsa, what!” Anna pressed, when her sister still didn’t say anything.

“Well, I did say I want to kiss you some more, didn’t I?” Elsa scooted back on the bed until she was sitting in the center of it, then trailed her hands through the rose petals that still blanketed the sheets. “Your plan worked. You’ve got me all alone in this romantic hotel room with you. What are you going to do with me?”

Anna never once complained about mowing the lawn that summer.