#quackity is going live later apparently

[gnfilized]

im gonan throw up

[elysianightsss]

Human!Techno x reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.

You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.

But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.

As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.

Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.

Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.

Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.

You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.

Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.

With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.

Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.

“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.

“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.

“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.

—

You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.

Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.

“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.

“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.

“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“

“You drove.”

“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“

“You always take the elevator.”

“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“

“It was one sock.”

“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-

“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.

“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.

It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.

Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.

“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.

“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.

“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?

“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.

“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”

His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.

You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.

“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”

He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.

“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.

The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.

He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.

Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.

With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.

His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.

“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.

Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.

“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.

“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.

Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.

“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.

“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.

“But Tec you already-“

“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”

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[sunlitmcgee]

Can I ask, is there like. a synopsis for the living crypt au you've put anywhere? It sounds very interesting and I intend to read the fics you've put out abt it but I'm curious

I can just give a quick rundown of the major plotpoints right here!

>AU follows canon up until the prison break, where c!Ranboo is still killed by c!Sam, but c!Tommy is also killed by c!Dream while he's tending his garden at his hobbit home. Dream leaves his body there to revive later and sneaks off to nurse his wounds and recover after the prison.

>Tubbo finds c!Allium's bodies and brings them back to the mansion. He is very much dissociated during much of what follows. In his grief-sick state of mind, he sees himself of having three choices: leave them out to where Dream can use revival to torture them, bury them and let them rot into flowers, or bring them both into his body where they'll be safe and with him always.

>He goes with the third option. Graphic, sick, very sad cannibalism follows. He eats a good portion of their bodies before he can't fit anymore and goes to take a shower, where he briefly wakes up to find himself covered in blood, sore, and Heavy from the physical weight inside of his stomach.

>When Tubbo wakes back up and looks in the mirror, he starts to hear Tommy and Ranboo's voices in his head. He shrugs these off as hallucinations and goes to take care of Michael.

>They aren't hallucinations.

>Tubbo realizes this when he gets hungry again and goes back into the master bedroom. The mansion is so cold that the bodies are preserved and aren't gonna rot for a very, very long while. c!Allium aren't bothered by what Tubbo did, because they can feel how sad and heartbroken he is, since their souls are now apparently bound within Tubbo's body. They feel what he feels (physically and mentally), see what he sees, etc etc. Hence the title "Living Crypt."

>Tubbo eats more of Alliumduo's remains as the days go on, with him doing that when he's not taking care of Michael, violently dissociating, or otherwise just Not having the greatest of time, meanwhile their spirits are there trying to hard to comfort him from within.

(small pause to mention that they can control Tubbo's body to an extent. The shared sensations go both ways. Tubbo feels their concern and tenderness towards him, and can feel their souls move around underneath his skin whenever they touch certain parts of his body. It's tender, loving, affectionate homoplatonic parasitism as a form of grief and comfort towards a loved one in mourning.)

>After maybe a week(?) cTNTduo finally realize they have no clue where those kids they care about are and get worried. Serial killer on the loose and all. They go to the mansion to find Tubbo there playing with Michael. He gets Very Quiet when they show up, and wordlessly leads them to the bedroom, all the while Wilbur is asking questions, mostly about Tommy.

>He shows them the bodies. What's left of them, anyway.

>Yeah

>yeaaaaahhhhh

>Quackity ofc doesn't judge Tubbo in the slightest, being that he also has done a cannibalism. He doesn't quite relate to Tubbo doing it out of love and grief but like. he gets it. He agrees to help Tubbo try to get them back and drags Wilbur along with it, with the two taking on the much needed role of "Mature Adult Caregivers" while they try to get a hold of Dream or another revival book to undo this whole mess.

>plot stuff happens that I haven't quite figured out.

>but in the end of it all, cAllium DO get revived in restored bodies. and yeah it's messy and painful when Tubbo feels them being torn out of him and basically has to vomit their souls back up. but in the end they're gonna get better and talk shit through and recover. and cDream will explode. happy ending is happy if messy.

[writing-oof]

At Least It's Not Evil Capitalism (TM)

Day Four: (Design Wheel!) I got Modern Technoblade, so I raise you with Future!Technoblade living in a Modern World while having Time Traveled to save the world Featuring Twin!Wilbur and Criminal!Quackity

TW: mention of weapons, implied violence (it's pretty chill though)

Technoblade has no idea who this guy is. He's pretty sure, almost one hundred percent certain, that he's never seen this dude in his life.

He says as much, but the guy only seems to buckle down.

"We're twins," he says, gesturing between the two of them, "We're practically identical!"

The guy does kind of have a point, as much as he hates to admit it. Technoblade frowns.

"When was your birthday?" he asks, scouring his unlikely-twin's face for a single feature that seems out of place.

"July third," his possibly-twin says and Technoblade frowns a little more.

"What are your parents' names?" he asks, because there's no way.

The other guy blinks, then breaks out into a grin. "I didn't mean literally twins! Do we really have the same birthday?"

Technoblade nods and his definitely-not-twin points out, "That's sure a coincidence."

The guy shakes his head in disbelief. "What next? You're a secret time traveler sent to save the world?"

Technoblade freezes.

How the hell--

Before he can panic about the government having a plant in a high school, the guy starts talking.

"Relax," he says, which is pretty ridiculous given Technoblade's circumstances that he's apparently aware of, "You left your notebook in the library. Sounds like a pretty cool story."

Technoblade breathes an inaudible sigh of relief.

"It's personal," Techno says, frowning.

The other guy makes a face, looking sheepish. "My bad?" he offers, holding out the aforementioned notebook, and Technoblade rolls his eyes.

"Whatever," he says, because that seems to be a pretty common word in the 2020s.

Technoblade grabs his book and turns to leave, but stops short when the guy seems to want to keep talking to him.

"Uh..listen," the guy says, "I know you're new and all, so I figured you probably don't have a partner for the Econ project next week."

"Econ?" Technoblade asks, because the people at this school already think he's a hermit. Better than the truth.

"Economics," the guy says, seeming please Technoblade hasn't run away screaming yet. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't think he's seen this guy with anyone other than that loud first year. Thesus, or something.

Actually, Techno's pretty sure that's just what he decided to call the kid, if he's remembering the right brash blonde.

Either way, a loner could be a pretty good source for Techno, later. If he knows anything, it's that the quiet ones always know more than they should.

He must have taken too long to respond, because when he looks up the guy looks crestfallen.

"What's the project?" he asks, and the guy seems to light up, giving Techno a brief synopsis of something that sounds way too complicated for him.

Capitalism.

Techno bites back a scowl.

Honestly, he preferred the future government's methods of indoctrination. At least there everyone knew it was bullshit.

By the time the bell rings, Technoblade has the guy's number in his phone and plans to meet the next afternoon in the library.

Even though he makes a fool of himself in his Maths class--really, though, who needed to know this stuff when the literal world was ending?--he thinks today was a win.

Sure, his ego will never recover, but at least he has someone interested and knowledgeable to bear the brunt of his capitalism homework.

In his phone, two new contacts sit.

One from the government plant at the cafe down the street from the school, and the other labeled 'Wilbur :)'.

---

Quackity definitely knows what's going on.

Technoblade doesn't know how he knows, but the barista pays way too much attention to certain unsavory customers.

Actually, the fact that men in suits with guns under their coats come to a coffee shop in the suburbs is evidence enough, but the fact that Quackity's the only other person who seems to know that these guys are bad news is an even bigger clue.

Where Technoblade is gripping his sleeves to keep from grabbing his knife, Quackity greets those customers with a smile and impeccable detail to their orders.

None of them ever pay, or tip, so he knows there's something shady going on.

And, with the looks the man keeps giving Techno whenever he comes by for the cafe's free water and WiFi for his legally sourced tablet, he's pretty sure the man has been reporting back to those customers about him.

They never spare him a glance, that he can see, but Quacktiy has a lot more to balance, so it's no surprise he slips up every so often.

Once, the man even offers to buy him dinner.

Technoblade got the hell out of dodge at that, not coming back to the cafe for a week afterwards.

If the government wanted to drug him, they could do it themselves instead of making someone like Quackity do it.

Honestly, Quackity was pretty bad at his job.

He was a great barista, according to Wilbur, but he wasn't really good at being a plant.

He was too obvious, watching Technoblade any time he went into the cafe by himself, sending him more looks the later it got.

Still, after Technoblade's temporary disappearance, Quackity seems reluctant to do anything hasty.

.

Quackity, working for a literal crime boss: Why is there a literal homeless child in my cafe? Am concerned

Technoblade: He's working for Evil Capitalism(™) I can tell

...

So the idea here is that Technoblade accidentally got involved with some Big Shit in the future and somehow (accident) ended up being the one to go back in time to save the world.

Wilbur isn't going to let him do it alone and neither is Tommy once he finds out about it, and Quackity--who works at the cafe that fronts for a money laundering scheme--is pretty damn worried about the kid who stays way too late at his cafe, never buying anything and always just tapping away at his cracked iPad that still has the broken security tag on it.

[cat-fried-fiend]

trans Techno SBI fanfic part 3

here's part 3 :)

also I included Dream and Tubbo in this (this is all just characters idk whats going on with any content creates lol)

< part 2 & part 4>

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Wilbur hates being awake before one in the afternoon on a weekend. Ideally, he’d choose to also wake at this time during the week too but for some reason society deems that lazy and unproductive. Today is a Sunday. A day which is resoundingly agreed to be known as the weekend but somehow Wilbur still finds himself wide awake before the clock even hits eight A.M.

It started with him going to get water and finding Techno in the bathroom. It’s just spiraled from there. Wilbur isn’t entirely certain he knows what’s going on, but he can hazard a guess and it doesn’t seem great. From what he can gather, he should leave Techno alone. Phil tells him as much before he’s racing out of the door and telling him to look after Tommy. Which is the reason why he is currently wide awake. Because for some reason, Tommy, who’d been woken up by Phil leaving, is hellbent on talking to Techno.

“Is he sick or something?” the kid pouts, small arms crossed in irritation.

“Yeah, something like that, just leave him alone,” he responds. Wilbur’s been forced to drag Tommy to his room, just to keep the kid from causing trouble. But Tommy doesn’t appear to have enjoyed Wilbur throwing him over his shoulder. Nor did he seem to enjoy getting tossed onto Wilbur’s messy bed and wrapped in a grip tight enough to keep him from escaping. Tommy wriggles in Wilbur’s grasp, scowling harder at his older brother.

“Then we should help him” Tommy argues loudly and Wilbur winces.

“Dad said to leave him be.”

“But Dad always helps us when we’re sick-”

Wilbur sighs, already exhausted from the day even though he hasn’t been awake for more than fifteen minutes yet.

“Look Tommy, just leave him be, he’s fine. You know Techno likes his space.”

Tommy huffs in suspicion, but finally relaxes enough that Wilbur deems it safe enough to let the kid free.

“How about I let you watch one of those episodes of that show dad doesn’t want you watching-”

Tommy’s eyes brighten gleefully. A smirk curls on Wilbur’s face, Phil’s going to be so pissed. Well, that’s what his dad gets for waking him up and forcing him to deal with Tommy on two hours of sleep. And for not letting Quackity come over when he’d asked.

One bloody, violent, existential episode of tv later Tommy’s small hands are clutching tightly to his shirt, and Wilbur finally hears the front door opening. Their house is silent enough that the sound of multiple shuffling footsteps echoes up the stairs. Wilbur wonders who else Phil picked up besides Puffy. He doubts its Quackity. Still, he’s curious.

While Phil and Puffy have a muffled conversation behind the closed door of Phil’s office and Techno is still showering, Wilbur and Tommy slink down the stairs. Apparently, Tommy’s forgotten all about what he’d just seen and enthusiastically joins Wilbur’s investigation. Searching the kitchen and living room provides no one and the two brothers creep down the hallway towards the den. Excited giggles are quickly strangled but neither Wilbur nor Tommy can fight the conspiratorial grins that spread across their faces.

The den appears undisturbed when they reach it. The wide windows on the far wall let in the golden light and it splashes on the menagerie of comfortable furniture Phil’s collected. Nothing seems out of place, the blankets are still piled haphazardly about, the books still left open on the side tables. So, Wilbur nearly decides to investigate somewhere else. But then he spies something peeking out from the top of the couch that’s facing away from them. Carefully, Wilbur sneaks forward. Rounding the couch, feet near silent on the rug, his mind stutters to a stop. What he sees is…. unexpected. Behind him, Tommy peers at the couch, face scrunching up with confusion.

“What’re you doing on our couch?” Tommy demands, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. It also startles awake the two sheep hybrids who had been sleeping on the couch. The smaller one rolls onto the floor with a yelp. Then the taller one leaps upward into a wide stance, scanning the room wildly, a ferocious expression on his face.

“Huh- wha’s goin’ on?” a the smaller one asks in a sleepy voice. The kid, Wilbur’s certain he’s a kid since he is about Tommy’s size, pushes off the floor and rubs at his eyes.

“What are you doing on our couch?” Tommy repeats, glaring at the strangers, faced drawn into what he believes is an intimidating expression.

The taller one narrows his eyes at them, standing protectively in front of the kid. There’s an obvious tenseness about him, one that Wilbur’s seen on Techno many times before. Realizing this, Wilbur quickly changes his stance to appear as non-threatening as possible.

“It’s fine that you’re here,” he assures while staring at the taller hybrid, “we just didn’t know there were other people here.”

The taller one scowls and crosses his arms. “Our cousin dragged us here,” he spits out.

“Oh, Puffy’s your cousin?” Wilbur asks, surprised. He didn’t even know she had any family, let alone ones near his age. But it’s understandable, Wilbur now clearly detects the relation between their faces. The taller one looks maybe a little older than Techno with fluffy blonde hair and curled horns like Puffy though they are significantly smaller. In contrast the younger one has tiny little horns that barely poke out of the dark brown hair that sits in a wild mess on his head. Wilbur doesn’t find that adorable, he doesn’t!

“Yeah, she’s helping that blonde guy who visited.” The younger one answers through a yawn, climbing back onto the couch and flopping down.

Yawning, Wilbur nods tiredly. Fuck, he needs to sleep but he ignores the way his eyes ache and finally introduces himself.

“I’m Wilbur and-”

“I’m Tommy, the biggest man here-” his brother proudly interrupts.

“-And the man was our dad, Phil.”

“I’m Tubbo and he’s Dream” the younger cousin mumbles, half awake. The older cousin, Dream, Wilbur supposes, flashes Tubbo a look of annoyance.

“It’s nice to meet you, I wasn’t aware Puffy had any other family.” Wilbur says, slumping down into one of the plush armchairs near the fireplace. From this vantage he can face Puffy’s cousins on the couch while keeping an eye out for his dad.

“She doesn’t.” Dream states forcefully, relaxing enough to sit back down next to Tubbo.

“Are you two brothers?” Tommy asks excitedly, jumping onto the couch on Tubbo’s free side and making the kid jolt wide awake. Maybe Wilbur should do more to wrangle Tommy in but he’s finding it difficult to have empathy this early in the morning.

“Yeah…” And then Tubbo quickly devolves into a long explanation about the intricacies of his sibling relationship which Wilbur rapidly loses track of.

Somehow Tommy, the annoyance and pain in his ass (who Wilbur loves dearly), has charmed Tubbo enough that in ten minutes the two are best friends. Dream still sits there with his arms crossed, looking uncomfortable next to the excitement of his brother and Tommy. But Wilbur supposes it’s more out of social anxiety than feeling threatened. He lets Dream be, understanding his hesitation. Instead, Wilbur chooses to listen to Tubbo and Tommy chatter on while messaging Quackity a picture of him flipping off the camera. Of course, the other takes the bait and Wilbur is suddenly getting a request to video chat. One five-second, internal freak out later, Wilbur answers with a smirk that only grows when he hears enraged shouting quietly blaring from his speaker. After a minute of pure ranting, Quackity pauses and studies the camera,

“What’re you doing out of your bedroom this early?”

A blush dusts Wilbur’s cheeks, “I had to babysit Tommy and now his new best friend Tubbo.” He turns the camera to face the couch, snickering at the children chasing each other around it.

“Wait is that…. is that Dream?”

“You know Dream?” Wilbur asks in a hushed whisper, turning his camera back to himself. Quackity laughs at the confused expression Wilbur’s wearing.

“Oh…. Yeah, not well but he started tagging along with my old friends once I moved. I didn’t know he had a brother though.” Theres a pixelated shrug on Wil’s screen and he snorts out a laugh.

“Do you want to talk with him?”

Quackity shrugs again. “Sure, if you’re offering-”

“Ok, hold on.”

Unfolding himself from where he’d pretzeled himself in the armchair, Wilbur paces over to the couch, slumping down beside Dream who startles nearly as much as his brother earlier. Without warning Wilbur shoves his phone in front of Dream and turns up his volume.

“Hey Dream!” Quackity greets, waving energetically. 

“…Hey Quackity,” A confused glare has settled on Dream’s face as he glances between Wilbur and his phone.

“How are Sapnap and George doing?”

“…. fine, I think,” Dream says carefully, “but I haven’t seen them in a few months.”

“Oh… that’s good, I guess. I haven’t seen them in a while either. The last time I did, they convinced me to play last life-”

“They let you play it?” Dream scoffs, frown seeping deeper onto his face, “they wouldn’t even explain it to me.”

“That’s probably because I ended up accidentally breaking Sapnap’s nose.” Quackity replies with a slight grin and Wilbur doesn’t know if he’s bragging about it or feeling guilty.

Dream rolls his eyes, “Of course, you were the one who ruined it-”

“What’s last life?” Wilbur interrupts before this devolves into an all-out fight, looking between a scowling Dream and a gleeful Quackity.

“It’s this game that’s like a blend between last man standing-” Dream begins to perk up, intrigued, as Quackity divulges the coveted information, “-the floor is lava, and capture the flag. There’s like all these rules we came up with but mainly it was an excuse to try and punch each other. I don’t think George really liked it.”

Dream snorts, “that’s ‘cause he didn’t like playing with you. He would definitely like it if I got to play.”

Quackity cackles loudly, “When I come over, I can show you how to play, Wil-” “No,” Dream interjects, voice hard, eyes blazing with the intensity of a troop commander before an upcoming battle, “we’re playing it right now.”

[enneamage]

so do you think there will be a new wave of Something like dream manhunts were or dsmp (though qsmp seems promising af in smp department) that will bring hype back and make everyone obsessed? or did people generally become normal enough after the pandemic and unlikely will reach that level of commitment?

From a surface skim it feels like you’re asking if I think fandom in general is going to still exist, to which the answer is always going to be yes. DSMP and manhunts were massive because of timing and skill level, blowing normal transformative fandom practices to new levels of visibility from the number of people who were interested/involved, but fandom is old as dirt and a lot of these practices came well before and will continue long after. Things a lot less hype get this type of attention, it’s just harder to spot from the outside unless you’re looking for it.

(Fun fact, or at least a phenomenon that I haven’t heard people taking about yet: the pandemic actually boosted fandom productivity in general. Me and a friend discovered that old fandoms that hadn’t gotten content or budged in years had a surprising influx of work across the board, especially if they were old comfort media. It seems like a lot of fandoms got a buff on top of what would happen normally.)

I think that the manhunts and other videos were a good mainstream hook to fall down the rabbit hole of DSMP, which is were a lot of the deep investment came from. Dream proved himself as a skilled player and an interesting protagonist, the foot in the door that would eventually seed interest in the DSMP. (Tommy held up the other half of this momentum by taking the role of the shounen protagonist down the line, a good POV character for the younger crowd.)

The DSMP wing of MCYT has had a lot of comparisons to Homestuck fandom for different reasons, but one of them is the intensity and involvement with the content. I remember passing by a post years back in awe of the fact that someone whipped up a shockingly competent overnight cosplay for an update that came out the previous day. At a convention hotel. The devil worked hard but Homestuck fans worked harder, and that’s one of the first impressions I got from the DSMP fandom, everyone was operating at that tier of involvement. I can say for a fact that it is possible to have a fandom lean towards Homestuck-level involvement while people are still in school because there was no pandemic when Homestuck was snowballing in popularity and people were still living that fandom moment-to-moment. I think the key ingredients are for a massively complicated story with interesting characters to always be updating frequently yet randomly-- Drinking from a fire hose tier content. I think the secret ingredient is that the people watching never really switch off, the chances of a content drop are always there so it makes more sense to always (kind of) be thinking about it. That was Twitch in a nutshell for the pandemic, it was something larger-than-life-shaped that people could follow along with in their new “wealth” of free time, in and out of character.

If we’re talking about DSMP (people not server itself) and co in particular ever getting that kind of hype again, that seems less likely because of the choices that have been made lately. Aside from most people pulling back and scaling down from fatigue and other natural causes, nobody seems to have anything going on that feels as expansive as the DSMP other than Quackity. (Leaving this open ended because apparently Dream has something cooking, we’ll see if that becomes relevant later.) I think QSMP and karmaland are big beyond the language barrier, it’s just hard to see from an English POV.

It’s probably impossible to fully take stock of all the things that poured fuel on what supercharged the scene we’re talking about. (Side-note locking me in to talking about how people needed to romanticise internet life and how the incidental dynamics of mcyt met that need, will do soon.) I think it benefited from being a trend, people tend to like the novelty of a rising star but new-ness naturally fades. People are also getting good with talking about how a good amount of appeal to the content was being able to be part of the fandom (Infinite content, absolute goldrush, a full buffet), so people coming and going will influence what happens as well. For better or for worse people recognise that fandom activity and expectations are what really blew the DSMP as a phenomenon to new heights, even when the fandom was kind of dragging the DSMP along behind it in its momentum.

I feel like we won’t be due for something that snowballs into being that intense for a while, but that may not be a bad thing. Something more measured and easy to consume and less overwhelming is better suited to the pace of a lot of peoples lives right now. I’ve got my four year superstition and also knowledge of the old Yogscast and Mindcrack waves, all of this seems tied up in the way that Minecraft itself tends to ebb and flow over time—there’s a boom and then a lull by nature.

People may become distracted or short on time, but they’ll never get normal, anon. If there’s one thing I stand firm on it’s that people who define normal by being aloof to things just don’t know enough about what’s going on in other peoples lives, people are off the wall by nature.

[bonesandthebees]

I don’t really know if I need to get into the hallway conversation, because most of it speaks for itself, but I will add that Tommy and Techno, who have definitely seeing waaaaaayyyyy too much of Tntduo’s shit, definitely think they are having some weird intimate gay moment. They are only a little ways off.

Then there’s also what we learn about Quackity via Foolish (and I had to get out the receipts for this one).

Let’s have a look at what Quackity says in chapter 20 again. [So either way, Phil and Techno didn’t tell me shit.”] This isn’t technically a lie. I doubt Phil and Techno told him much after he got them into contact. He got most of his info from Foolish and by putting shit together.

[“All I know is that Charlie overheard Phil and Techno talking about meeting someone tonight. Didn’t say who, didn’t say where, but that’s what they’re doing.”] This is probably mostly the truth. All Quackity did was give Foolish a number. Charlie did probably overhear that there was a meeting since Quackity doesn’t get told. He wouldn’t really know the location either, but he does have a guess. The lie is not knowing who. He knows it’s going to be Foolish and he can lie on the technicality of not knowing who Foolish’s contact is, but maybe he was told.

Either way, all of it is a lie of omission by not telling Wilbur that he put Foolish into contact with Phil and Techno, which he technically didn’t ask since he didn’t even ask a question he just told Quackity that he knew what the question was. Lotta leeway for lying.

[“Lemme tell you, Quackity looked like he was ready to shit himself when I showed him that picture,” Foolish continued, dropping down onto the couch.] Bet he did, like Quackity probably didn’t know they had gone out, and if he did by that point because Phil told him Charlie got bribed, he would still be caught of guard by Foolish having a picture. (Note: he did not tell Phil and Techno about that picture, or maybe he did but then Wilbur and Tommy got off one supposedly not having known.)

And then this exchange tells you everything you need to know about Quackity as a business man: [Eret raised an eyebrow. “It took most of the credit budget I gave you,” they pointed out. / Foolish nodded. “But I stayed in the budget, which I think counts as a win.”] via Eret we know Quackity probably got a lot of money out of it. Meanwhile, Foolish, who knows Quackity as a business man, counts not going over budget as a win, which means he normally drive a hard bargain and not going over the budget is an achievement.

Anyway, I’m excited to see what the fallout of this info will be. Was there anything Phil and Techno didn’t know and will be mad about? Will Wilbur and Tommy feel betrayed? There’s apparently a tntduo conversation (censored version) in the next chapter, so I guess we’ll find out.

(2/2)

-🌲

lmao yeah techno and tommy are both kind of doing the live slug reaction again while quackity and wilbur are talking. phil meanwhile is too busy fiddling with his wings to even notice 😭

yup! quackity didn't technically lie. he probably could've pieced together a lot of the context he knew to understand what was going on, but he didn't outright know anything. phil and techno didn't tell him much at all after he got them into contact with foolish. also, quackity knows that foolish works for eret. so when charlie overheard that techno and phil were going to a meeting, he has a pretty good idea of who they're meeting and why, but no one told him that outright so he's not technically lying when he says he doesn't know. it's all technicalities with that guy lol

well quackity did know that wilbur and tommy snuck out that night because charlie spilled the beans only a bit after they left, which is how phil found out and was waiting for them in wilbur's room when they got back. but quackity still got the shit scared out of him when like a week or two later foolish shows up and has a picture of the two of them being out. quackity knows that tommy is a very capable person, so he was very startled to see that tommy had fucked up like that. but yeah while quackity did technically snitch to phil after charlie told him about the two bribing him, that was more because phil went up to the bar when he realized the two weren't in the temple and asked quackity if he knew where they were and quackity didn't really have a choice but to explain. the picture he wasn't going to talk about unless phil confronted him about it directly, which he never did bc phil didn't find out about the picture until this chapter.

oh yeah quackity got so much money out of foolish lmao. again, he knows foolish works for eret, and angia is one of the richest countries. he knows that foolish is working with a very large budget and he fully intended to take advantage of that.

[meeowerzz]

I shit u not this is how I write my notes for fics + this was all written in like 2021 so I’d obviously tweak it now but hough. I wish I finished it.

>modernish setting, mainly based off of 70s-80s (communication, traveling and scenery wise), also locations/random shit based of midwest(?) area of the us (I don't understand how the uk works ik it's lame here sorry, but the country is lmanburg. like if you took the us, removed all the states and went. yep. that's lmanburg.)

>dadschlatt au, but not the fluffy good ones

>schlatt dies right off the bat, tubbo finds him in their pool and goes 'welp I gotta get out of here' and runs away

>tubbo is about 17-18, ranboo's 18? & tommy's 17 (not sure why I specified the ages tho)

>tubbo owns an old yellow beetle, he calls it bumblebee

>aunt puffy hell yea (dream and foolish are little kids in this)

>tubbo, schlatt & puffy are all ram/sheep hybrids

>tubbo's closest (only?) friend originally was ranboo (met each other in freshman year, when ranboo first showed up in town)

>ranboo is an enderman hybrid, works/worked at a convenience store (ran by bbh, simply because why not)

>instead of taking damage from water, it's more like being lactose intolerant (I did this because I could write funny shit + he gives off the vibe)

>was convinced(?) by tubbo to run away with him (tbh he didn't want to go, but the risk of forgetting tubbo/letting something happen to tubbo was too high)

>essentially the 90% of impulse control of the 3

>both tubbo n ranboo will at least commit arson once

>tubbo plans to drive them across the country (until they get to the ocean)

>tubbo literally hits tommy with their car while speeding at like 3am in the woods

>tommy is a raccoon hybrid

>beeduo goes aw shit he's dead n throws tommy in the trunk to bury him deeper in the woods

>he's not dead (surprise!!), they all freak the fuck out

>tommy threatens to call the cops if they don't bribe him

>apparently waffles makes things better

>now they have a feral (presumably homeless) raccoon teenager w/ them

>at some point a gas station blows up

>after they collect tommy. puffy shows up at tubbo's house to find schlatt dead and tubbo missing

>chaos ensues

>tommy's apparently also traveling, trying to find phil (unaware that phil is his dad, he just is following wil's last instructions to him)

>wilbur moved across country (taking tommy w/, tommy was like 4 when they left phil) to live with a girl named sally, who left him for someone else. years later (when tommy's 14ish), wilbur enlists into the lmanburg army, leaving tommy alone when he gets sent off to war (wilbur tells him if anything goes wrong, head to phil's home (across the country). he also gives him a pic of phil for reference and his sheep plush/guitar pick for good luck). wilbur never comes back.

>tempted to make fundy an actual dog. like a pet that wilbur called his son as a joke

>quackity n sapnap are also in this. I don't know how to tie them in completely yet tho

>essentially bench trio bonds, puffy follows the trail of chaos they leave, and existential crisises occur

>Niki, Jack & George are cops that are working with Puffy to find Tubbo (the dynamic of those 3 is so fuckin underrated)

>thinkin it’ll take place around octoberish (simply because I want to write some retro halloween bits, and possibly a random ass scene of bench trio + the cops wandering around during trick or treating hours not knowing that they’re literally a few feet away from each other)

>Tommy pickpockets Jack one time, almost gets arrested (literally if the car didn’t start all the way they would’ve gotten caught. and yes. Tommy steals shit constantly, will cause extra chaos)

>the car breaks down at some point in the middle of nowhere, the trio wanders around looking for a place to get help, winds up almost getting a leg snapped off in a bear trap. apparently Techno lives in a random ass cabin with dogs by himself (think like canon Techno, but Steve is a giant dog, the cabin is kinda like the one in Kiki’s Delivery Service and there’s no one else living with him)

>helps them fix up the car to get them to leave, and literally the moment after they leave he registers that Tommy is Phil’s son (possibly his brother?? idk I’m a sucker for sbi family it would be funny too)

>Niki shows up at Techno’s later, asks him if he’s seen any of them (Techno denies, he doesn’t like cops showing up at on his property)

>at some point Puffy and Tubbo cross paths at a diner, angsty confession/convo goes here (essentially explaining how shitty of a father Schlatt was, how he’d waste his life in their home town, etc etc)

>Puffy, after having that convo, calls off the search. she trusts that he’ll be ok with Ranboo and Tommy, and makes sure that he’ll stay in contact (she plans to visit after they find a place on the coast)

>beeduo, before running away, wanted to start a band (they may do this when they get to the beach)

concept for quackity’s role in hbf, minus the the rest of his character

>so so if I write quackity as the role I'm thinking of, schlatt wouldn't drown in a pool cause he's a fucking idiot he would've been drowned by mr quackster

>essentially drowns schlatt after schlatt gets aggressive while he's wasted

>(schlatt is an agressive/flirty drunk, and quackity and him had an relationship years ago/ are on and off again since then. quackity cut off the relationship when he couldn't fuckin quit drinking but didn't cut off contact)

>schlatt is wasted, calls quackity to come over, is flirty until he gets agressive, then he goes inside, breaks patio door n shit and quackity is fucking pissed. after getting into a fight fight q fucking drowns him in the pool and fucks off afterwards. thus starting chap 1 of HBF

lemme find if I can find my summary plot for HBF cause I’m thinking ab it again

[cyncerity]

time to talk more about the sizeshifter!sapnap au!! spoiler alert, the thing i’m writing for it doesn’t really go into worldbuilding, it’s just fluff, so I wanted to say something about where the au is headed with some doodles to accompany my explination :)

Where we last left off, Sapnap had rescued his fiancés from a shop goer who has taken them. After they get home, the three of them decide that the store may not be as safe as they first thought. They don’t want to move, but they’re scared something like that will happen again and don’t want to risk it. Downside is they’ve never lived in a human house before and are unwilling to live in the wild because of reasons that you can either guess or i’ll explain later >:)

They eventually come up with an idea: now that they know Sapnap can be human sized, Sapnap will get somewhere safe to live. They’ll finally have a house where they don’t have to worry about hiding or stealing, and to all of them it seems like the best option. Problem is: how do humans get houses again?

Sapnap had gone out into the store human sized to grab supplies for the base when a strange man stops him. He said that he’s seen Sapnap around a lot recently, which terrifies Sapnap because who is this human man and why has he taken notice of him? He tells Sapnap that he noticed that the only clothes he ever wears are carried in the store and he’s been in the store every day grabbing food, but none of the security cameras see him pay or even leave with it, and none of the employees have either. In fact, none of them have ever seen him leave in general. Or come in. Sapnap is ready to just punch the guy and run but he’s surprised when the man says that if he ever needs anything, he doesn’t have to hesitate to go to him for help, given that the store is his and he wants to help in any way he can. He also throws around the word “homeless” a few times, but Sapnap isn’t entirely sure what it means, given that he does have a house and it’s absolutely none of the human’s business.

(this first meeting between them btw it was drawn very quickly and shittily)

Sapnap quickly shuts down the conversation and leaves, telling his fiancés what happened as soon as he got home. Sapnap is convinced they have to leave, but Karl and Quackity have a better idea: get the human to help them find a new place to live. And as much as Sapnap hates the idea, he admits that it’s probably best to ask the human about human things.

So the next day, he begrudgingly goes to ask the human about a house, asking how to get one. The human seems confused and started to go into complicated things that Sapnap had never heard of, but one thing stuck out: money. Apparently he needed a lot of that for a house. So, he asked the human how to get money.

Fast forward a few days, and Sapnap, now named “Nick” to his human co-workers, is steadily saving up for a house for him and his tiny boyfriends. The three of them had made up a cover story for “Nick,” too; he was indeed homeless, he was estranged from his family, and had been living out of the store for about 2 and a half weeks (about the amount of time it’d been since Sapnap had revealed himself as a shifter and started going into the store more). Sure, it wasn’t all too detailed, but it this way it could always be reworked at a different time. Speaking of the strange store owner human, apparently named Dream, though he said this was a nickname, he had been letting Sapnap take food free from the store for meals and letting him take whatever clothes he needed as well. He also directed Sapnap to a place where homeless humans apparently go for shelter, and Sapnap told Dream that he had started living there, even if in actuality he had just started to leave the store and re-enter through a tiny rope that Karl and Quackity hung from an outdoor vent.

(this is Sapnap in a normal human looking outfit of a stolen hoodie and a beanie to cover his pointy ears and Dream fitting Sapnap for a workplace uniform)

So now he has a steady income, and is a good step closer to getting a safe home for the people he loves. Problem? Oh, just that he’s working for a human, in a place meant for humans, and all of his human co-workers keep trying to converse with him. He doesn’t trust a single one of them, they’re humans after all, and he’s just trying to keep his head down long enough to get out of there, no matter how suspicious he seems. Meanwhile, Dream is telling everyone on staff to be as nice as possible to the new guy, and they all can tell something isn’t adding up with him. It’s not their business to pry, but why is he always on edge? What isn’t he telling them?

(psst more doodles under the cut)

outfit concepts!! normalize borrowers who wear clothes made from fun patterned scraps hsjsksl

weird store owner man and the general store uniform

ignore the bottom left on the first one definitely not a different au character nope more outfits doodles and notes for Quackity and Karl!

Sapnap next to his human sized name tag that i didnt put a name on cause i was in school and didnt want people to see that this was dsmp fanart and a pic of Sap’s hand.

Fun fact: borrowers don’t do engagement rings. They make funky braids with their family colors and wear those to signify who you’re close to (romantic, familial, and platonic relationships are all treated similarly by onlookers in their society, and nobody really cares of their braid means for a lover or a friend, it just means someone important). Sapnap, however, after learning about the human tradition of an engagement ring, starts to wear it on his ring finger in human form.

Also, I have a lot more doodles with Sapnap and his co-workers so here’s a game: if you can guess who he works with, i’ll post the doodle and some drabble about them :D

[ctntduoarchive]

thinking of how good c!tntduo would be for double life soulmates, like they would definitely be the kind that just wishes they were paired with someone else but there's more to it

like for starters, the first thing you hear about quackity from wilbur is that apparently he stood him up (the thing he stood him up for, minecraft mondays, is not specified until a good ten minutes later) and then proceeds a little bit later to beat the absolute shit out of him

meaning that this would be the way they would realise they were soulmates and were going to be stuck with each other, which is just absolutely perfect for comedic purpose - but also as a metaphor

// tw mentions of physical abuse, self harm and drug usage (for only these three paragraphs)

secondly, during the manburg/pogtopia, both wilbur and quackity's health show a lot about themselves. wilbur, with his self-destructive tendencies, who never wore armour and was mostly on low health. i literally once saw this man just casually jump down a cliff with a few hearts, he does not care.

then you have quackity with schlatt, who schlatt literally hits him when he doesn't comply to his will. and meaning his health is connected to wilbur's, they would be one shot from death for most of the time. then one of them (probably quackity) would also probably ask the other at one point 'why the fuck are we always so close to dying?" and if it's wilbur responding he would spout some metaphorical bullshit.

also, with the deaths, i'm thinking the other person does die, but does not actually lose a canon life, meaning quackity would still be on three lives the time he got to new l'manburg (just so then the plot doesn't change too heavily)

another thing you could do, is wilbur still feeling quackity's first death (technoblade's execution) even though he's in the afterlife. techno also said that he saw the afterlife for a split second (with the help of the totem of undying) and wilbur could probably piece together what it was that happened to his soulmate

thirdly, hitting on sixteen. like, they still beat each other because of that obsessive need for the other to lose, yet it still hurts them. they're both overrun with this want for winning and proving themselves but end up hurting the people around them, and especially each other. every punch, every kick and every bite is shared between them, the obvious fact that they're connected and inseparable making itself shown (yin and yang?)

anyways, i think they're cool ^-^

[teddy06writes]

I feel there isnt enough sapnap x karl x quackity x reader, so can I request sap x karl x quackity x y/n where everone js tired at the end of the day, and despite having separate rooms, they all collapse together in one person’s bed

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (HOLY SHIT THE POLY SHIP REQUESTSSSSSSS)

Trigger warnings: swearing

premise: vidcon pannels and meeting fans can be tiering, and maybe by the time the day is done you and all of your crushes collapse into bed together without realizing until the next morning  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ thinking

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/s/n)- your screen name

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Ah vidcon, a content creators dream, or worse nightmare, or in your opinion, wild trip that lasted three days.

~~

It was your first time seeing anyone from the Dream SMP in a while, and your were practically buzzing with excitement by the time you were getting off the plane in California.

You fiddled with your carry on as you made your way towards baggage claim, grinning upon hearing a yell of “Oh my god is that (Y/n) from the internet!?”

You turned to see Alex standing just outside the gate he’d landed at, quickly you ran to hug him, stomach filling with butterflies at his touch. “Wait it’s Alex from the internet!”

You both laughed as you pulled away, starting back to baggage claim, “Are you excited for vidcon?” He asked.

“Yeah, what I’m not excited for is having to share a house with you idiot for a weekend.”

He scoffed, “What do you mean? It’s gonna be fun!”

“Oh yeah, the entire SMP together in one house, is such a good idea. It’s gonna be chaos!”

“That’s the fun part!”

“I like to sleep at night without being interrupted by random screaming and stuff.”  You argued.

“I’m sure there won’t be random screaming.”

“You seriously underestimate Tommy.” By now you had made it to baggage claim and began to look around for the right carousel.

You split up, planning on meeting back by the door to wait outside for Bad, who had arrived the day before and was picking people up, a few at a time.

After waiting at one carousel for a few minutes your suitcase came rolling out, but as you went to grab it someone else grabbed it from behind you, a familiar voice drawling, “Hey, hey.”

Grinning you turned to see Nick smiling back at you, “Hey yourself.”

He hugged you, and again your stomach filled with butterflies.

Pull away you smiled, “Come on, I think I left Alex just over there.”

Grabbing your suitcase in one hand, and his hand in the other you tugged him off toward where you’d left Alex, calling, “Alex look who I found!” as soon as he was in view.

Nick dropped your hand to grab Alex’s to pull him into a hug, and you found yourself fighting a grin at how red Alex's face turned.

“Bad texted me that he’s almost here!” You announced after checking your phone.

“Who else is he picking up?” Nick asked.

“Uhhh,” You pulled the messages back up, “Karl and Fundy, and then Wilbur is supposed to be getting another rental car and driving the rest of the Europeans when they get here, minus George cause apparently he also flew out early.”

You all headed out towards the pick up area, weaving through the crowds of people you felt Nick grab the back of your shirt, and when you looked back at him in question he muttered, “So I don’t lose you Idiot.”

All you could do was hope your face was clear of any blush as you smiled back.

You all ended up stood near the curb when a voice cut through the chatter, “Hey gu-uys!”

“Karl!” The three of you exclaimed as he ran through the crowd towards you.

Upon reaching you he some how managed to get his arms around all of you enough for a group hug, and you laughed, “Shouldn’t you be at the other gate?”

“Yeah, but I thought I saw you guys so I came over here, and I was right!”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, “What if it wasn’t us?”

“uhhh, I dunno, awkwardly ran at random people?”

You all laughed, and Nick scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, a car slowed near the curb, Fundy’s head practically falling from passenger window, “I’m looking for some youtubers, dumb American ones, you seen any?”

Bad smacked him, “they aren’t dumb, hey guys!”

You waved at them as the guys started loading their suitcases into the back of the car, and after Karl insisted he take yours as well, you slid into the back seat, “What’s the house situation like?”

“It looks like just about everyone will get there own room,” Bad reported, “But Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled are sharing the room with the bunk beds, because Clay designated it as the kids room.”

You snickered as Alex climbed into the back next to you, leaving Nick and Karl to take the spots in the middle row of the van.

“And obviously cause Kristen’s coming she and Phil are sharing, and then Eret said he, Puffy, and Niki would take the room with the double beds,” Fundy offered, “Which means the rest of us should get single rooms.”  

Alex elbowed you, “Told you wouldn’t get stuck with random screaming.” 

“Oh there's still time for that.”

~~

After getting to the airbnb and racing Fundy for one of the bigger rooms that was left (it was decided Phil and Kristen would get the master bedroom, and Clay had already claimed the biggest guest bedroom), you dropped your suitcase in one corner and brought your toiletries bag in the shared bathroom between your and Nick’s rooms, before flopping back onto your bed. 

No more than three minutes passed before Karl wandered into your room, flopping down next to you, “Ranboo and Sam are making nachos, and Dream and Nick found a foosball table in the garage, so a mini tournament is being organized if you want in.” 

“Foosball?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” 

You allowed him to tug you up, and followed him down from the left hall of bedrooms, through the living room and to the connected garage where George was yelling over everyone to try and form teams. 

“Me and (Y/n) are a team!” Nick announced, grabbing your hand to pull you towards him. 

“Okay, that leaves Big Q and Karl as the last team for now! When other people show up they can join.” George announced. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of foosball games, nacho’s nearly being spilled everywhere and the rest of the people arriving. 

~~

The next day was the first day of vidcon, and after getting dressed in some casual clothes you grabbed your laptop and headed out to the living room, mostly empty in the quiet house, with the exception of Tubbo, who was flipping through tv channels, and Phil, who was tinkering around in the kitchen. 

“So what’s your plan for the day?” Tubbo asked, finally having settled on a baking show. 

“Uhh, stress about the panel until it’s time for the panel, hang out, maybe find a pizza place, you?” 

“Me and Tommy are just gonna wander the convention center most of today cause I don’t have anything until the meet and greet tomorrow, then when he has to go I think me, Ranboo and Fundy might be going to mess with dream george and sapnap during the dream team panel. What’s you first panel about?” 

You glanced back down at your laptop, “It’s listed as ‘small creators with a big part’” 

From the kitchen you heard Phil chuckle.

“Oh cool.” Tubbo smiled, turning back to his show. 

You looked back down at your laptop, reading over the possible sample questions and discussion topics, you wanted to be mentally prepared for this.

At some point, as the rest of the house began to stir Alex shuffled out from the hallway and plopped down in between you and Tubbo on the couch, throwing his legs up in your lap.

“Good morning.”

He groaned, “Why is it so early?”

“It isn’t,” you laughed, flicking at his forehead, “Your just jet lagged.”

“Is there coffee here?”

As if on cue Nick, who had come over from the kitchen, offered him a mug, “Phil made a big ass pot of it.”

“Oh thank fuck!” He took the cup greatfully.

Nick smiled, handing you the other mug before going back for his own as Karl flounced into the room and plopped down on the other couch, “Good morning!” 

“Morning Karl!” You smiled. 

“oooo, are we watching cake wars?” He asked excitedly. 

Tubbo nodded and launched into an explanation of what had happened so far in the episode. 

Eventually everyone woke up and was gathered around in the living room and kitchen, drinking coffee and tea as they planned for the day. 

“Well if most of us have different things planned why don’t we just plan to meet back up here before dinner?” Niki suggested. 

A half asleep Wilbur nodded, “Sounds like a good idea.”

Techno snickered at his grogginess, elbowing him lightly, “I guess the first panel really will be sleepy boys inc.” 

If Wilbur had been fully awake he probably would’ve elbowed him back, but instead just muttered, “Shut up.” 

“Okay! So we meet back here for six yeah?” Bad asked. 

Everyone nodded, and disappeared back to their various places around the house to get ready. 

Back in your room you put your laptop away and got the last of your things ready for the panel, even though it wasn’t starting for a few hours.

“(Y/n)! Your panel’s at 12 right?” Nick half yelled through the open bathroom doors. 

“Yeah?”

“Okay cool, do you wanna come with me, Alex and Karl? Apparently Jimmy and all them just got in.” 

“Sure.”

You had talked to the famed, ‘Mr. Beast’, a few times, and had even been in one or two of his gaming videos, so before you knew it Alex was stealing the keys to one of the rental cars and you were off. 

“Yeah we just left the airbnb.” Karl, said into his phone. There was a pause before he said, “Oof, I’m glad I came out early then.” Another pause and then he laughed, “Nimrods. We can stop for food if you want?” 

A few minutes later he ended the call, leaning up between the front seats, “The gang requires food, we’re taking a pit stop to taco bell.” 

“Taco bell? At 9 in the morning?” Alex questioned. 

“Yeah apparently the nimrods forgot to get food before they left the airport, and now their stuck in traffic. We’re gonna meet them at the hotel.” 

You chuckled, “Sounds like a Jimmy move. Let me guess, they forgot because none of them slept and they took a red eye?” 

“What the fuck is a red eye?” 

You looked back at Nick, incredulous, “You don’t know what a red eye is? Oh my god you privileged fool!” 

Alex snorted, “It’s a really early flight Nick. Like, a you get to the airport for 11pm, and end up eating breakfast when you get to the other airport, flight.”

“Or, a get to the airport for anytime between 11pm and 4am and regret your life choices while waiting for your plane.” You offered. 

“In other words, hell.” Alex finished, pulling into a drive thru. 

“Yikes, why would anyone do that?” Nick asked. 

“It’s cheap.” Karl said. 

“Planes are less crowded, so are the airports.” Alex added. 

You smiled, “I do it for the feeling of a lineal space. There's no vibes like airports from 11pm to 4am.”

They all laughed, and Karl quickly unrolled his window to order an ungodly amount of food. 

~~

Unsurprisingly,  after that the day passed in a blur, the panel going pretty well, and then the impromptu meet and greet outside the meeting hall, trying to make it through the convention center with Clay and Nick without being mobbed, and then suddenly everyone was back at the airbnb getting ready for dinner. 

“(y/n) you bitch why are you taking so long in there!” Tommy yelled through the bathroom door. 

“I’m trying to fix my hair from when you threw water at me prick! There's five other bathrooms in this house go find another one!” You yelled back. 

Distantly you could hear Bad yell, “Language!” 

“Everyone is in the other bathrooms!” 

Giving up on your hair you set the brush back down and recapped the container of paste, turning and opening the door to your room, “Alright, fine.” 

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Tommy asked, moving past you into the bathroom. 

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You instructed, striding out of the room and down the hall. 

Out in the living room Eret was humming as they cleaned up the last of the later Tommy had gotten everywhere as the rest of the group started to assemble. 

Once everyone was finally ready, and the final arguments of who would take which car, you were shoved into the back of one of the vans with Karl and Alex, making all of the anxiety that had dissipated after the panel came flooding back, especially when Nick, who was sitting on the bench seat in front of you, turned to join the conversation. 

The night was spent trying to keep blush off your face whenever Karl’s knuckles brushed yours, when Nick’s arm found it’s way around the back of your chair, or when your and Alex’s knees bumped. 

‘God’, you had thought, ‘this is like some romcom shit.’ 

After Tommy’s fail attempt to steal a set of car keys and try and drive home  -Phil smacked him upside the head, Niki snatched the keys from his hand, Kristen started to lecture him, all while the rest of you laughed your asses off- The bill was paid, and everyone piled back up into the cars, already starting to plan a movie night. 

Upon getting back to the airbnb, you headed back to your room to change back into the hoodie and comfortable pants you had been wearing earlier, heading back into the living room in time to steal Punz’s seat on the couch with Nick and Karl. 

When Alex squeezed into the spot between you and Nick, you could’ve sworn you saw Techno smirking and Puffy waggling her eyebrows toward you, how they found out about your stupid group crush you had no clue, but then Clay and Skeppy started to argue over what movie to put on. 

Tubbo ended up taking the remote from Clay, and from where he was sitting In front of one of the couches, tossed it over to Phil on the other side of the room, who said, “We’ll do a vote then!” 

A movie was selected democratically, some cheesy action movie began to play, and at some point you half turned, propping your legs up across the boys laps as Alex maintained a running commentary on the movie, just loud enough for you and Nick to hear, and Karl absently traced small shapes into your ankles. 

~~

The second day of vidcon was the most hectic, with you, Nick and Alex were going to watch the Mr. Beast panel Karl got to be a part of, plus both the dream smp panel and the meet and greet later in the day. 

You had woken up to Karl and Alex jumping on top of you, “Wake up! You’re gonna be late!” 

You groaned, struggling to shove them off, “What time is it?” 

“8:27.” Alex said, sliding off your bed. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, “Get off me, what the hell happened to my alarm?” 

“You left your phone in the other room, when it went off it woke us up.” Karl explained. 

“He means it woke him up and he felt the need to wake me up,” Alex complained as you sat up now free of the people laying on you, “Why the hell is your alarm set so early?” 

“It’s not early, I just wanted to be able to get ready without being in anyone’s way.” 

Karl nodded, “Makes sense.”

“C’mon, let’s give them time to get ready.” Alex grabbed Karl’s arm, half dragging him out of the room.

You quickly got ready, pulling on a nicer button down, plus a jacket that was one of the first from your new merch line.

You finished your hair, plugged in your phone and headed out to the kitchen where Fundy seemed to be attempting to make pancakes, dragging Karl into the process as well.

You sat down next to Alex and Ranboo, “How long do you think until they burn the house down?”

“I am not going to burn the house!” Fundy exclaimed.

You reached over and turned down the heat on the griddle, “Well you were gonna burn something.”

Ranboo snickered, “They aren’t wrong.”

“Shut up Ranboob!” Fundy retorted.

They continued to bicker as Tubbo emerged from up stairs, shoving Fundy out of the way to take over the griddle. “You’re all ridiculous.” He muttered.

“Yeah no shit.” You sighed.

“Language!” Bad yelled from the dining room.

“French!” Eret called back as she entered the kitchen, “Morning guys!”

“Morning!” Tuboo chirped, starting to flip some of the pancakes. 

“It’s panel day!” Tommy yelled, charging down the stairs, “Those best be chocolate chip Tubbo!” 

Karl held up the bag of chocolate chips he been scattering into some of the pancakes, and Tommy grinned, “Karl my man!” 

~~

Once breakfast was eaten and the dishes cleared everyone loaded back up into the cars to head to the convention center, everyone splitting up again, planning to meet back in the right area in time for the full panel. 

Karl headed off to meat with Jimmy and the guys as You Alex and Nick took spots in the audience. 

Once they took to the stage Nick leaned over and elbowed Alex, “Bet you 10 bucks when they open for questions you don’t go up just to flirt with Karl.” 

Alex glared at him, “10 bucks isn’t worth it.” 

You held back a laugh, “I’d throw in another 20.” 

Alex considered this with a sigh, “Deal, but only if we get milkshakes later.” 

You and Nick agreed, and soon enough when they opened up for audience questions Alex started to stand up, but immediately sat back down blushing slightly, “No.” 

“Damn.” Nick sighed. “We’re still getting milkshakes.” 

Once the Mr. Beast panel had ended you all went to meet up with Karl and head off to the dream smp panel. 

2 o'clock rolled around and the panel moderator began to announce everyone, one by one, and you managed to force down your anxiety, taking your place on the stage between Karl and Nick when the mod called, “(y/s/n), one of the first people to actually join the dream smp.” 

You sat down, smiling at the audience and quickly sneaking out your phone to take a quick video of your friends and then a pan of the crowd to put on twitter later.

Once everyone was on stage the moderator looked up and down the long table, “Wow, there are a lot of people on stage right now, is this everyone from the server?” 

Clay nodded, “Just about, we have a few others, Alyssa, Callahan, Ponk and Antfrost, who had other stuff going on, but for the most part, this is everyone from the server.” 

“This is honestly incredible, how, how are you guys all feeling about being here? I know this is the first Dream SMP panel, but you guys have been to vidcon before right?” 

“Most of us,” George laughed, “I think the only one who hasn’t is (y/s/n), there first ever panel was yesterday.” 

The mod looked over at you, “So, how does it feel to be at your first vidcon?” 

You laughed nervously, “Well, I mean, I’ve been to vid con before, but I was always out there in the audience, it’s- it’s pretty nerve wracking to be up here.” 

The topic shifted and after that things seemed to move more quickly. 

In the blink of an eye the first hour and a half was spent and people from the audience began to ask questions. 

“Wilbur, as the main writer for roleplaying on the server is it hard to keep track of character specifics and story arcs or is it all just written in with the scripts?”

Someone asked.Wilbur hummed, “Well I guess in part it’s written in the scripts, but I think I should turn this question over to (y/s/n), they’ll have a more interesting answer.”

Everyone turned to you. 

“Well, in my mind it isn’t all that hard, but I am literally the kid who memorized long monologues for fun.” You chuckled, “Once the first revolution arc started and the server really started to turn to roleplaying I started a google doc that now gets updated constantly. I have running tabs on current arcs, details on arcs that have ended and then there's detailed character descriptions. 

“I don’t necessarily write down bits to add while I’m streaming or anything, but most of the time it has to be the middle of the night or I won’t file anything correctly.”

Nick chuckled, “I have seen the document, it is terrifying.” 

“Didn’t someone open it to see you updating in the middle of the night once?” Ranboo asked. 

Alex nodded, “Yeah that was me, it was very traumatic, like, I blinked, and then there was another fifty words on the page.” 

You dropped your head in your hands, “It was the night after the whole election thing! Techno joined the server and then I had to add a whole ‘nother character profile, and he and his stupid English major were making things complicated!” 

“Listen man, I just wanted to make sure I had a backstory that fit into the story line, ‘s not my fault when Wilbur lets Dream have partial control of thing the storyline ends up non cohesive.” 

People laughed, and the topic was changed with the next question.

~~

Two and a half hours later, an extra hour after the panel was supposed to end, (there was just so many extra questions), you headed off stage, and were all rushed across the center for the meet and greet, which had been pushed back in time with the panel.

You felt bad for making the fans wait, but the organizers assured you that it was fine, most of the fans had been at the panel anyway.

In the big open hall the orginizors spilt everyone up into groups of threes and fours, the way fans could move down the line and see everyone.

Inevitably you ended up with Karl, Nick and Alex, at the end of the long sections of people.

“Holy shit man, how is it already 6?” Alex asked.

“Who knows.” Nick muttered glancing down at his phone.

“Dude this is supposed to go for like three hours too.” You complained, rocking up on your heals to look down the line, seeing the first groups of people starting to move past Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy.

“We’ll be fine! It’s always fun to meet fans!” Karl said, though he did look slightly wary.

After another three hours of talking to fans, signing things, and taking pictures the last group of people finally made it to your section.

“Hey! They saved the coolest for last!” The boy exclaimed.

“Hell yeah they did!” Alex half yelled back, some how still managing to keep up the enthusiasm.

“Here, let’s get you guys all in a picture together!” His mother said, motioning for you to all stand together. You slung an arm around the kids shoulder, smiling at the camera. “

“Okay serious question time, which one of us is the best?”

“Uhh,” the boy looked from person to person, “probably you (y/s/n), your contents really cool but your under rated.”

You grinned, offering him a fist bump, “ha! See that’s the third person in the last hour!”

Karl scoffed, “but I got like six people over all.”

“I only got five.” Alex pouted.

You rolled your eyes as the boy asked, “So if you guys are in a poly relationship on the server does it create problems with your friendship in real life?”

You all froze, except for Nick who somehow seemed to know this was coming, “Well, in game and out of game relationships are different, sure you can ship all you want, but that doesn’t mean stuff actually happens in real life.”

The kid nodded, “Cool, hey I saw your stream like, during quesrentine, just a question, how many people have tried to fight you today?”

You laughed, “at least 15 took pictures with him squared up.”

A few minutes more and the kid was gone, being ushered away by his mom, and you glanced at your phone, “holy shit it’s already 9:15.”

“Where did the time go?” Kale asked incredulous.

~~

After meeting back up with the rest of the group you all headed off to terrorize a McDonald’s, drawing a lot of attention from random fans as you all scarfed down food.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb it was nearly 11pm and everyone was exhausted.

After quickly getting ready for bed you a collapsed.

~~

The next morning you woke up, and for a moment worth your eyes still closed you were perfectly content with the warmth pressed agasint you.

Then you came fully too, realizing that, no, you weren’t fully swaddled in your comforter, you were laying in a bed with other people.

Opening your eyes you blinked away sleep, looking down, confused to see Alex asleep with his head on your chest.

Turning your head you saw that it was Nick on your other side an arm wrapped around you both.

Karl was half sprawled across all of you, similarly to the airport, as if he could hold all of you at once. You sat in shock for several moments before realizing you were in fact, trapped in bed.

Alex’s fingers were tangled with yours, Nicks nose was pressed into your neck, and you could have sworn Karl shifted in his sleep, as if to get closer to you.

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘might as well make the most of it.’ As settled back down to fall back asleep.

~~

Once you had all woke again, no one spoke as they headed back to there own rooms, and your crossed back through the bathroom form Nicks.

~~

The rest of the day past, still no one speaking about it, and that night you found yourself laying in your own bed, wondering why it felt so wrong.

There was muffled whispers from Nicks room, and you quietly got up, moving into the bathroom to hear better.

Unfortunately for you Nicks door to the bathroom was still open, so you couldn’t eavesdrop as planned.

Karl and Alex were both sat on the bed next to each other as Nick paced. “What’s going on?” You asked quietly

“Would- would it be weird if we cuddled again?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“We were debating asking you.” Karl admitted.

Nick nodded, “You don’t have to, it’s just- we-“

Quietly you crossed the room, climbing into the bed instead of answering the question outright.

~~

“Is- I- am I stupid, or is this something?” Alex whispered.

Vidcon had ended and even with the long weekend everyone was staying in California the time had gone all to fast.

You, Alex, Karl and Nick had continued to cuddle every night, still not talking about it during the day.

“Do you think it could be?” Was your only response, continuing to card your fingers through Karl’s hair.

“It seems like it already is.” Nick said.

Karl yawned, “I think I’d like it to be.You nodded,

“me too.”

“Me too.” Nick agreed.

Alex smiled, “I guess it’s decided then.”

The dark room was quiet another moment before you snickered, “It’s cannon irl now guys. What will the fans think?”

[ramzawrites]

can i request an angsty sbi fic where sibling reader lost two lives saving others (maybe tubbo at the festival?) and they see everything falling apart (techno and phil destroying everything, wilbur dead and tommy focused on the disks) and they pretend to be ok while their mental health gets worse and worse until they decide to end it, and people only realise they weren't okay after the death message pops up and their reactions to seeing it? if not thats completely fine, ik its pretty heavy

Broken

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Philza, Tubbo, Technoblade

Warnings: depression, suicide (falling, non descriptive), angst

Series: a request!

Summary: Y/N just wanted their home back. They just wanted to live a peaceful life but instead all their hopes and dreams got ripped apart by the people they loved the most.

Words count: 3647

Authors Note: Honestly I could have shortened it quite a bit but here we are, it’s way longer than I wanted but I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m sorry if this went kind off of rails to what you might have envisioned. Also I hope that you guys know that you are loved and appreciated. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my stuff :] Here is m favorite video to cheer me up some times, hope it can cheer you up as well!

I’m also curious what your guys thoughts and opinion are on this or my writing in general! Can’t get better without feedback :]

Y/N loved their family.

They were all pretty chaotic but so was Y/N, following their siblings into trouble ignoring any possible consequences.

So when Wilbur proclaimed he would create an independent Nation inside the SMP that was owned by Dream himself, you bet that Y/N was standing right beside him.

When Wilbur would struggle with his tasks or was weighed down by doubts they would swoop right in and do their best to support him. Every time Wilbur would say “I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes.” While Y/N didn’t do it for praise but out of love for him it was still nice knowing that he appreciated them and that he took note of their work.

Tommy wasn’t really for heartfelt words but he too expressed in his own way how much he appreciated them being around. Most of his schemes wouldn’t have even happened without Y/N’s help after all. As a way to say thanks he would let them just take stuff fout his chets or when he heard they needed a specific resource he would wander out and get it for them. Of course saying something on the lines of “I was out there anyhow, so I brought some with me. It was on the way.” Y/N could read between the lines though. They grew up with him after all.

Y/N put so much energy into L’Manberg they couldn’t help but be in love with this little nation. They would do everything to protect their home.

When Y/N lost their first life it was together with their siblings protecting their nephew Fundy.

The Dream Team suddenly retreated after another battle against L’Manberg. While the group was celebrating what they thought was their first victory in ages, Eret appeared. She told the group of a small bunker with more resources.

Still celebrating Wilbur, Y/N, Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy made their way towards the bunker. The bunker that would later go down into history as “The Final Control Room.”

Inside they all looked at the labeled chests only to notice that they were empty. Eret then pressed a button which opened up secret walls with the Dream Team standing behind. She herself got into safety as Dream and his friends merciless attacked the L’Manberg faction.

As soon as Y/N understood what was happening they did their best to form a wall between the attackers and Fundy. Slowly pushing him out of the room while they made sure to block the exit, giving the Fox Hybrid enough time to run away.

When they woke up again it was inside their home. In L’Manberg. Sore from the respawning.

Once they did respawn though it didn’t take long for Fundy to barge into their room and throw himself against them, thanking them. Wilbur was close by, looking worse for wear as well but incredible thankful nonetheless.

After that and a few battles more Tommy challenged Dream to a duel in order to secure independence. He lost so instead he bartered his music discs for freedom.

After Tommy respawned a second time Y/N made sure to spent most of their time hovering around him. Making sure he was doing alright.

But with that L’Manberg was independent and it was Y/N’s time to shine. Sure, they worked hard on strengthening the infrastructure of the nation but now, maybe even because of that, they basically coordinated all the new builds.

Shops, homes and other things were being build with them overseeing it. Meanwhile Wilbur and Tommy took care of the political part only to come to the conclusion that they had to have a proper election.

At first it started innocently enough as well. New political parties were made that begun advertising themselves. Funny enough they would always come to Y/N asking them where they could hang up their posters. It was then that Y/N realized that the people saw them as some sort of authority, even asking them if they wanted to start their own campaign. They politely declined, saying they worked best as a support role.

Then Schlatt entered the stage and everything got thrown upside down.

In the end he managed to become the next president via a coalition and his first declaration as the president, or emperor as he called himself, was to exile Tommy and Wilbur.

As they ran for their life Y/N didn’t hesitate to follow. It hurt them so much to leave L’Manberg, their fruit and labor, behind. This only got worse once they realized that Tubbo was basically left alone back at the city under Schlatt’s rule.

Then Pogtopia got established.

Tommy, Wilbur and Y/N did their best to get a proper foothold again. Gathering resources and planning for ways to get their home back. And to accomplish this they soon called in the oldest sibling of the group, Technoblade.

Techno has been away for the longest time now. He moved out early to travel the world and apparently train himself. Somehow Tommy found a way to get a message to him, so he made his way towards Pogtopia.

He wasn’t big on words or emotions but as soon as he arrived he let Y/N hug him.

“This is a onetime deal, Y/N.”

With Techno they finally felt like they had a chance. Y/N could maybe return home someday. Back when they were children Techno always looked out for them so to have him back Y/N felt infinitely safer.

All the while Wilbur showed more and more signs that his mental health was rapidly declining. Y/N did their best trying to cheer him up but there was only so much they could do. Especially since they themself were struggling.

L’Manberg was their everything and now it was under the iron rule of Schlatt. They had to watch as Schlatt walked through the nation, ripping apart builds that they commissioned or even built themself. Every time he did something like that it felt like another stab wound directly into their heart.

Then the festival happened where Y/N lost their second life protecting Tubbo.

Schlatt wanted to apparently celebrate democracy and his amazing rule. Tommy and Wilbur weren’t allowed to join while Techno and Y/N received an invitation.

Y/N was very wary of that. They learned from Tubbo that Schlatt apparently was pretty interested in bringing them over to Manberg since a lot of the residents trusted them and saw them more as an authority than Schlatt himself, so bringing them over would probably also bring a lot of the residents around to his rule.

On the day of the festival Y/N made sure to stay close to Techno. Holding on to his arm and basically hiding behind him, not feeling up to talk with all the people in Manberg.

The people were happy to see them but Y/N was tired. They haven’t slept properly ever since the exile, too many thoughts that kept them awake.

Then the speeches started.

Honestly Y/N wasn’t really listening, their attention purely on a broken old building. It used to be the place where Y/N and the other residents would meet up and map out their plans for new builds. Discussing and even sometimes arguing on what materials should be used and where to get them. Now it was empty.

Their attention got pulled back towards what was actually happening once Tubbo begun speaking. It was a nice little speech Y/N had to admit.

Just as Tubbo was about to leave, Schlatt moved back in. Holding him in place and pushing him in something that Y/N had to describe as a cage with the help of Quackity.

“Techno, buddy. Come up here for a sec.”

Technoblade tensed up but still moved towards the stage. There Schlatt uttered the words that pulled the rug out from beneath Y/N once again.

“Kill him Techno. He is a traitor.”

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N yelled out, making their way towards the stage as well.

Y/N knew Techno couldn’t deal well with social pressure, especially when there were about ten people or more behind him that could attack him at any point.

Tubbo looked so scared as he pressed himself against the wall. There was no escape for him.

When Techno moved his crossbow up, aiming directly at Tubbo, Y/N let out another scream. Urging him to stop.

Explosions. Colorful explosions filled the place.

“Y/N!” it was Tubbo screaming their name out.

Just as Techno pressed the trigger Y/N managed to jump in front, the rockets hitting them instead of Tubbo.

Their older brother looked absolutely mortified “Y/N? Wha- What? Why? How?” staring at Y/N’s lifeless body that slowly dissolved. They were slowly respawning but seeing his siblings body was enough to send him in some sort of frenzy.

Filled with bloodlust he aimed his crossbow towards Schlatt and Quackity. Killing them with one press of the trigger only to turn around and aim his crossbow towards the people.

As this happened Tommy enderpearled over, screaming at Techno.

He helped Tubbo out of the cage who was still in a state of shock. He only saw Y/N for a second and the next they were laying on the ground in their own blood.

Y/N heard the details later after they respawned. Tommy had apparently been incredibly angry at Techno, even attacking him. Wilbur then offered that the two deal with their argument via a fistfight inside a pit.

Normally Y/N would have yelled at Wilbur for that. Would have told him that this was his dumbest idea yet but they were too shook from what had happened to them.

Technoblade always spelled safety to them but he killed them. Sure, he meant to kill Tubbo but that didn’t really make it any better. They gave him an out, they would have helped fighting off all these people so they could flee.

The next time they saw Techno they flinched every time he got too close to them and yet they still put on a smile “Never, do this again.”

Techno only nodded.

After this downward slope the momentum didn’t seem to stop for them. Wilbur dropped even more and more off. Falling victim to his paranoia. Y/N tried their best convincing him to not blow up Manberg, that they will fight to gain it back. At this point trying to gain back their L’Manberg was the only thing they could hold on to.

Though all that work was for nothing.

The war to take back L’Manberg went way differently than they all had imagined. Y/N fought with a viciousness most didn’t think they had it in them. This was the day for them to finally regain what they had wished for, for the longest time now.

Everything came to a halt once Dream surrendered. He showed them Schlatt who was sitting in the Carmavan. Drunk off his mind he yelled and screamed at people only to die of a heart attack which meant that the Pogtopia faction won.

The people begun cheering, they had their home back! They were free! Y/N was probably the loudest by far. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from their shoulders. All this hardship and they could finally return to working with the others and rebuild L’Manberg. Return it to its former glory.

Tubbo got appointed President and Y/N was happy with it. Tubbo had an eye for building and was a good person, with him they were sure they could do some amazing things.

Apparently Techno thought otherwise. Instead he pulled Soulsand out, holding onto the Wither skulls as a visible threat.

Y/N had somewhat forgiven Techno for what had happened. It was a stressful situation and they acknowledged it but seeing him there, threatening to kill all of them? That they knew they couldn’t forgive quite so easy. Especially since he made some sound points but it was their L’Manberg. The people didn’t like living under Schlatt’s rule, this wasn’t something that could be described simply as a coup. Technically he was right but only technically. There were so many things that came into play that could let you argue over that but Techno would have none of it. Yelling something about Tommy only wanting to be a hero.

When the first explosions rang Y/N thought it came from a Wither but Techno was still in the middle of putting the heads onto the structure.

When more explosions rang and the ground beneath their feet broke away, Y/N understood what had happened.

At some point Wilbur ran off and must have pressed the button. The button that set the TNT beneath the city ablaze, effectively destroying everything.

Y/N was too busy with finding hard ground again and then dealing with the Withers and Techno that they only noticed after the fighting ended, how broken the nation was now.

They had won. Why would Wilbur do this? He knew how much the nation meant to them and again, they had won, so there was no reason for blowing the place up!

And if that wasn’t enough to see how both their older brothers destroyed everything Y/N worked for, they also had to see how Philza, their father, stood next to the corpse of Wilbur. It felt like they lost everything.

They lost their trust in Technoblade.

They lost their hopes and dreams via Wilbur blowing up the freshly liberated L’Manberg.

They lost their trust in their own father who had slain his own son.

Y/N felt absolutely crushed. Family was so important to them and it was their own family that destroyed their hopes and dreams. They did everything for them and this is how they repaid them?

Once everything calmed down and Tubbo begun making plans on how to rebuild the nation, he immediately came to Y/N for help but they hesitated which worried him.

“Is everything okay? Usually you would have jumped on that offer, Y/N.”

Y/N put on a smile that didn’t seem to reach their eyes “Don’t worry Tubbo, of course I’ll help you. I’m just tired from what we have been through. I finally have time to take a breather and I think it all just crashed down on me.”

“Well if you ever need help you can talk to me.” It was an earnest offer that Y/N would never take advantage of.

Y/N mostly ignored Philza. He talked with them a few times and even explained what has happened but Y/N still made a wide berth around him. Seeing him just hammered back down the feeling of distrust and hurt. Their familial relationship took a hard hit from that point on.

With Ghostbur it was a weird situation as well. They enjoyed spending time with him but were also always incredibly sad around him. Ghostbur took notice of this and would always offer them to take some of his blue but Y/N declined every time.

“Don’t worry Ghostbur. Everything is still just fresh in my mind. I’ll be back to my old self in no time. You take care of yourself, you hear?”

“Of course Y/N! You have always looked out for me, thank you.”

L’Manberg slowly took on a proper form again but it wasn’t the L’Manberg Y/N knew. It felt to them like they were standing on top of a grave. A grave for their dreams and it was getting hard, real hard, to walk through it every day seeing places where they know specific buildings should be standing. Buildings they build on their own only to be destroyed by their brothers doing.

Then Tubbo exiled Tommy and Y/N felt conflicted. They felt obligated to stay in L’Manberg since they were the main person people came to for builds but that was their brother. Their only brother they still trusted and felt a need to protect.

Instead of following him into exile they stayed in the city. Visiting Tommy whenever they could, noticing pretty fast that he was struggling hard with his situation and for once they didn’t feel strong enough to properly support him. Y/N tried their best but once they noticed they couldn’t reach him completely they gave up a tiny bit.

It reminded them too much of Wilbur.

So while they visited him and helped them where they could, they spent more and more time alone in their home only coming out for work and other necessary things like food. Soon it was normal to see them with ever present dark circles beneath their eyes.

Before Philza disappeared to join Techno, he would stop by Y/N’s home all the time.

“Have you eaten, yet?”

“Yes, dad. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

“I just haven’t seen you much lately and I got worried.”

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. Hey, if you go out, please, can you tell Ghostbur to stop coming around to throw Blue inside my mailbox? He won’t listen to me but perhaps he will to you.” And they would always carry the same big smile on their face accompanied by empty eyes.

The only time their happiness reached their eyes again was when Tommy returned from his exile. They crashed into their younger sibling holding him close to them and muttering apologies. He pried them off, embarrassed by all of this.

This short bout of happiness was destroyed by Doomsday. Dream, Technoblade and Philza once again made sure to set L’Manberg ablaze.

The second time Y/N’s fruits and labor got completely annihilated by their family but still they had some hopes this time. They still had Tommy on their side they could just finally build a home somewhere else and live in peace but Tommy had other ideas. He had it in his mind to get his discs back and he would do anything for it.

So while Y/N tried to ground themself with new hopes and ideas, holding onto the only constant of what was important to them, that being Tommy, Tommy ignored them. He was too busy with his own things and the worst part was that Y/N couldn’t even fault him for it.

They understood how much these discs meant to him and that this was something that had to come to an end but with this they lost another, and possibly their last, anchor point.

Yet you could still see them running around with a smile, tending to every one and trying to help out the best they could.

Then suddenly they were gone. They just disappeared one day. The few people who took note of that took some time to look around but there was no sign as to where they left. Y/N didn’t take their armor with them nor any weapons or food.

< Y/N succumbed to despair and fell of a high place>

When every ones communicators rung out with this message the SMP fell quiet.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he was reading. This didn’t make any sense. Y/N was fine! They would talk with them and everything looked fine! This must have been a cruel joke from Dream somehow, right? This couldn’t be real. Why would Dream do this? This didn’t seem to make sense.

Exactly there was no sense in Dream doing this.

While Tommy was battling with his thoughts Tubbo came running over to him. Tears streamed down his face.

“What happened? Why did this happen? Where are they?”

Tommy was visibly shaking “I- I have no idea. I don’t know. They looked fine. I’m- I’m not sure. Tubbo-“

Tubbo just slammed into him, giving him a proper hug, trying his best to help Tommy through his rising panic. He lost another sibling and by Ender that hurt.

Meanwhile in the snowy Tundra both Philza and Techno were staring at their communicators as well.

Philza was pale. So pale it almost rivaled the snow around him.

Techno had his brows furrowed. For anyone who didn’t know him well enough he looked at best displeased with this situation but Philza could see the small details that told a different story. Him sucking his breath in as he read the message, hiding his quivering lip in his cloak. He was heartbroken.

Sure the two weren’t on good speaking terms but Y/N was still his younger sibling. He still loved them.

Philza felt similar. He acknowledged that he screwed up and honored their wish to be left alone by him but he never imagined this could lead to their death. His knees buckled and he sank to the ground. Two of his children died, one directly by his hand and the other due to his inaction.

His eyes glossed over, the world became a blur and yet he continued rereading this message over and over. Y/N just lost their last life.

Philza could hear Techno walk closer to him and sat down on the ground as well.

“Y/N is-“ Philza begun but he didn’t know what he wanted to say. State the obvious to his eldest son?

“I have more fault in this than you, dad. Don’t feel guilty.” His voice was uncharacteristically weak. Wavering as he spoke. He wanted to cheer Philza up but it was a weak attempt.

“What have we done.”

Ghostbur was at first confused when he read the message. It was like he couldn’t connect the dots but it slowly dawned on him what this meant.

“Oh my.” His usual happy demeanor was suddenly gone.

He touched his face and as he put his hands back down he saw how they were smeared with blue.

“Y/N is dead?”

His usual ghost behavior seemed to break a bit. It was like through the warped version of Wilbur that was called Ghostbur for a moment the true version of him came through again. And he was hurt. Devastated.

“I think I need to find the others.” He mumbled to himself, making his way towards his family. All the while he held onto the blue wool of Friend like a lifeline. Combing through it nervously. Blue continuing to spill from his eyes.

[anonymous-dentist]

So yd Tommy has a habit of. Saying things. And he only means to tell Tubbo, he swears! But isn’t it weird how Big Q has already apparently moved on from Karl? And for some guy? But, oh, oh, no, Ranboo overheard, the prick, and he accidentally let it slip when talking with Wilbur at work, and Wilbur is momentarily heartbroken and yet excited at his prospects before realizing, wait, there may be a correlation to make here between Dream’s little arsonist friend going missing and Quackity picking up a new toy at around the same time from what Fundy has said. And of course Wilbur tells Fundy even though Fundy really doesn’t want to hear about his boss’ love life anymore after Schlatt and because he’s still pretty sure that Schlatt will be home soon, and Fundy mentions it to Eret when they’re hanging out later, and Eret mentions it to Niki, and Niki mentions it to Techno and Phil, and, well, let’s just say that Quackity is very lucky that he always lived in Schlatt’s shadow and that nobody would really recognize him by name or by face that’s still alive

[eulchu]

mangoball u will always be famous. they were so right for making mb!quackity say “that is not an appropriate reaction whatsoever” because that response fits literally every single dnf interaction ever. like dream im hot. dream did u hear me i said IM HOT. giggling and twirling his hair during his birthday stream while dream was apparently texting him and telling him he wanted to cum in his ass and eat it. dream finding out karl kissed and his instinct being to immediately tell us that he was EXTREMELY JEALOUS. dream saying he told george he isn’t going to hold his hand to make him do work in florida and george saying You Will Be Holding My Hand Dream. “think about this dick fucko” “🤤”. dream messaging karl during stream and george channeling his inner demon like What Did He Text You Tell Me Right Now. dream texting someone mid stream and george saying he could guess who it was bc he knows everyone dream does and dream saying he doesn’t and george insisting he does. dream thinking about messy wet haired george for days and then getting him to recreate the look live on stream and react with HOLY COW. george taking it upon himself to do it again HIMSELF during his birthday stream 8 months later apparently while dream was sexting him. every single moment mentioned here can be summarized with: Not An Appropriate Reaction Whatsoever.

😳

[lazyliars]

/rp

Before I get into it, I want to state that is EXPLICITLY an analysis of the Characters, and is not intended to touch on how the cc’s played them in a meta sense unless specifically stated otherwise.

Also, this is technically a part two to my other post, which took a more in depth look at Techno and Phil’s reactions to Tommy’s death. It’s not necessary when reading this post, but I don’t address their reactions here.

So. The question must be asked.

Are we [the Syndicate] the baddies?

Yes.

The End.

 Why are the Syndicate the baddies?

They got damn logo is a wither skull.

The End.

That's not how this works.

Yeah, yeah. You’re right.

The Syndicate's goals as an organization are not inherently bad. They seem to have good intentions behind them, and the focus on the freedom of it's individual group members is important to remember when talking about it; It is not a government. There is no hierarchical power system. No one is forced to do anything against their will, or surrender any of their rights or power to remain a member. It is not a government.

I also want to address Techno and Phil backing Ranboo into a corner – I see them getting a lot of flack for this, but I personally do not think it is relevant to the greater discussion, or necessarily representative of any contradictions within the organization. It was clearly played for laughs, and after they back off they clarify to Ranboo that they won't force him. Then later when Phil and Ranboo are alone, Ranboo feels safe enough to express that he felt like he was pressured into it, and Phil assures him he is allowed to leave whenever he wants; He is not being forced to do anything, and he is not being coerced or blackmailed.

None of the Syndicate members have done any wrongs against each other in the context of the Syndicate, OR gone against any of the Syndicate's core principles.

That, said, holy shit are they the baddies.

Listen, there's trying to telegraph a meaning or message to the audience and then there's having your logo be wither skulls on blackstone. That is straight out of the skit I keep referencing, seriously.

Okay, but, they laughed at it! It was played as a joke, just like the Ranboo thing!

The Ranboo thing was improv, the Syndicate's headquarters were planned – the artistic choices that they made reflect on what role they want the build and the organization inhabiting it to play in the future storylines.

Wither Skulls kind of have some CONNOTATIONS. Techno is an English major, I don't think he chose the most threatening imagery possible on accident, and then joked about the way people would interpret it just to stir the pot. This reads as hugely intentional.

And beyond that, the jokes they make during this part aren't “haha yeah, we look bad but we're actually good!” they're “you can tell by looking at these that we're the good guys wink wink, this is good guy stuff right here :)” It is a joke about how they are definitely not the good guys. This isn't even a case of unreliable narrators, this is one step down from flat out saying the meta intent.

But okay, I hear you, I'm talking about things that haven't happened yet. The Syndicate hasn't used any Withers, they could be an aesthetic choice.  Lets look at what they do in practice.

So, they barge into private property, assess Snowchester's right to continue existing based entirely on their own ideals of what Freedom is, and then only once Tubbo assures them that they have no standing leader do they grant the place their approval to, and I gotta stress this part, continue existing.

 In my Quackity meta, I already talked about how Government in the context of a M1necraft RP cannot be compared to IRL Governments on a one-to-one scale. They don't serve the same purposes or have the same type of power. What I didn't talk about was Agency in the context of m1necraft governments.

In an irl government, if you are born into one, you can't really leave without committing a massive overhaul on your life, which can be expensive and difficult, if not impossible for many people. Even in a “benevolent” government, the simple physicality of where you were born can prevent you from leaving it easily.

The same hurdles do not exist in the Dream SMP. People who join M1necraft governments choose to. They want to, either at the beginning when they form one, or later on when they join up. So far, no Government has just Sprung Up and forced the current residents of an area to become dependent on them, except maybe the Eggpire, who's status as a government is... shakey.

And even when people want to leave or separate from the government, they have been historically able to do so without any trouble or any effort from said governments to stop them. Jack Manifold emancipated from Manberg. Fundy and Quackity both left to start new nations. In all cases they were allowed to do so without any attempts on the part of the governments to stop them, either through force, or institutions preventing them from doing so.

The most anyone has lost when leaving a government is their house, which is still usually their property anyway, and is something that is easily rebuilt elsewhere and is inconvenient to move anyway.

The only exceptions to this might be Schlatt exiling Wilbur and Tommy - but even then, they weren’t trying to leave, they were trying to get back in, and of course the original L’manberg revolution, where Dream attempted to force L’manberg back into the Dream SMP, which wasn’t even a government at that point in time.

I don’t consider Phil’s house arrest an example of a government forcing someone to stay a citizen - that was treated less as a matter of a citizen wanting to leave the country and more as a threat to national security. Still pretty fucked up, but it’s a different issue.

What I'm saying is, If Tubbo wants to create a government out in the middle of nowhere, threatening no one, forcing no one to join either through force or desperation, and allowing people to join willingly because they want to, then he should be allowed to do that.

The Irony of the Syndicate, a group of people consisting of some of the richest, strongest people on the server, going around and enforcing 'Freedom' that entails no one person having more power than any other, is absurd. 

It shows an extreme lack of self-awareness and/or self-righteousness, as they seem to think that they deserve to be the ones who decide what constitutes a government.

Snowchester is a small independent nation - they shouldn’t have to live in fear of being obliterated if they don’t walk on eggshells to meet an arbitrary standard decided by people who’s only authority on the matter COMES FROM THEIR PERSONAL POWER. No one elected them! No one chose them! They were not “approved” by the server at large to enact this kind of law.

The Syndicate are not a government, but they are an unsupervised power structure exerting their ideals on a land that did not ask for them. Like, These people have invented an actual Authoritarian-Anarchist faction. How the hell did they manage this?????

Back on topic.

Tubbo shows them the crater left by his nukes. The reaction is oddly positive – the nukes are fine by the morals of the Syndicate, apparently. I'd argue that they come across as more impressed than anything else; they seem to respect Tubbo for having gotten ahold of “real” power.

(There's a few good memes out there about “We can excuse nuclear weaponry, but we draw the line at Government!”)

So. By the Syndicate's standards: A single person or group of acceptably equal persons with weapons of mass-destruction are only worth “keeping an eye on” because they might provoke other people.

Like, I consider Project Dreamcatcher to be one of, if not the most morally ambiguous thing Tubbo has ever done, largely because it was all on his own initiative. He holds some culpability for The Butcher Army and Phil's house arrest, but they weren't his ideas and he was mostly following Quackity at that point.

And Phil tells Tubbo, IMMEDIATELY AFTER SEEING THE NUCLEAR CRATER:

“Looks like you've reformed a little bit Tubbo, I'm proud.”

And it's fine. Crimes against nature? Fine. A sign of healing in fact!! Tubbo is having a sweeeelll time and he definitely didn't make these nukes specifically in fear of being attacked by these exact people! Tubbo is doing great. Tubbo is doing fine. Tubbo. is. FINE.

Anyway.

I don't think this presentation of the Syndicate was an accident. Looking at the greater lore of SMP right now, after the Egg is done, their list of enemies is slim, and considering that they seem solely invested in taking down governments, that leaves maybe Snowchester, Kinoko Kingdom, and Eret and the greater Dream SMP.

Snowchester has not been shown to be corrupt, evil, or have any intent to go down that route. The most ambiguous thing they've done is, again, is the nukes. Other than that, it's pretty much your average cottagecore snow village.

Kinoko is presented in an even more morally 'good' light, Karl having founded it specifically for his Time-travel library purposes, which are currently being treated by the narrative as a selfless act, if not downright heroic.

Eret is also a fairly 'good' aligned character atm. He's been on that redemption grind since the og betrayal, and doesn't seem keen on backtracking. He's actively tried to leverage his position as king to make things better, and hasn't been quiet about that. He was also 'validated' by Tommy*, a character who has been described both by his allies and enemies as “the hero,” so take that as you will.

What I'm getting at is, all of the current potential enemies for the Syndicate aside from the Egg, are currently being cast as 'good,' and if they were to be attacked, they would undoubtedly have the moral high-ground, unless something drastically changed.

The only potential shakeups I can think of is are a Dream escape and/or a Wilbur revival, both of which could draw the Syndicate's attention and ire, depending on how things go. That said, it's just as likely that either or both of them would join the Syndicate – Dream still has that favor, and Phil and Techno both seemed to think Wilbur would've agreed with their blowing up L'manberg.

Both of those characters are currently **villains – the fact that they're both prime candidates for the Syndicate is a huge indication of the direction it's going to go as the plot moves forward.

((*I know some people are gonna come at me for painting Tommy as the “deciding factor” of what is morally good, so lemme just stop you there. I'm not talking about Tommy somehow having the 'right' to decide who is and isn't good, and definitely not the right to decide who should and shouldn't be king. I'm saying that Tommy, a character who the narrative treats as, if not a good person, then a person who is trying to be good, was in support of Eret, a character who has also been trying to be good.

Eret doesn't gain the moral highground because Tommy said so, he gets it because a character who the narrative treats as trying to do better, acknowledged Eret's earnest attempts at doing the same.

**I'm referring to Wilbur here as a villain because Tommy seemed convinced he would be if he were to be brought back. There is always the possibility that he's wrong.))

So, to summarize this: I read the Syndicate as being intentionally positioned as future antagonists, if not outright villains of a future arc. They are NOT a Government but their goals are contradictory with their means, and it is important to keep in mind that they plan to enforce their own brand of freedom on people who did not grant them either the authority or permission to do so.

So, uh. Can you tell I loved these streams? They were seriously so good. I kept switching between Ranboo and Techno's POV's trying to keep up with everything. I still have to watch Niki's!

All in all, I'm super, super excited for whats coming next, egg stuff, Syndicate stuff, Tommy stuff, all of it.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

warnings: swearing word count: 2k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream xf!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.

"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.

"You're with Dream?"

"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"

"No, give the phone to Patches!!"

"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."

Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.

"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."

Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."

"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"

"Yeah! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"

"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."

"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."

"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."

"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"

Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."

"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."

She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.

"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."

"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"

"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."

"Love you, Sap!!"

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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.

"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.

A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."

Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".

"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.

user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES

user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T

user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl

user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???

"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"

She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.

"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"

"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.

"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.

"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.

"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...

"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"

"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.

Where did they get that idea? she thought.

She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.

Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.

"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.

"The weather," Sapnap lied.

"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.

"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.

"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."

"M-me and Dream?"

"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.

"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."

"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.

"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.

"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."

"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."

"Then don't name yourself after one."

"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."

"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.

"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"

"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.

"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.

"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."

Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.

"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"

"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"

A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.

She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.

"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.

George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"

"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"

Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."

"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."

"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"

Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?

Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."

Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.

"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.

"Also his only girlfriend," she said.

"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."

Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.

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Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.

She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).

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