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blvccl · 15 days ago

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Dantdm x me

Everyone Adores You (At Least, I Do.)

SO!DanTDM x Jay (gift for my lil bro ^_^)

if u want u can just replace jay with ur own name LMAO

You joined the server, your Twitch chat pulled to the side so you could talk to your viewers during your first day on the Shady Oaks SMP.

You were beyond excited, especially since the one and only DanTDM was going to be there! You couldn't even believe it, it got your heart racing as you spawned in infront of the retirement home.

“Chat, I'm so nervous.. what if they don't like me? Do you think I'll do good?” You asked, biting your nail and waiting for the others to join. You had gotten on earlier than expected.

The chat flowed with accomadative remarks and praise, ensuring that you were going to crush it. You felt a little better after seeing a bunch of "Queen never CRY 💜" comments.

After a moment of walking around and looking at other structures, you heard a familiar british voice enter the Discord call.

“Hello? Can you hear me well?” Dan joined.

You had to physically hide your face with your hands for a second to stop the chat from seeing your face immedietly go red. Didn't do anything though, since the chat exploded with shock and chaos. Your favorite youtuber was in a call with you. You answered back, voice shaking from excitement.

“Yeah! Yeah, I can hear you.”

“Brilliant, welcome to the server! Everyone else will get on in just a bit. We're probably gonna do a, kinda introduction? We'll have you come inside after I send you the message via DMs and the role-play will start. Sound good?” He explained, making sure you liked the idea before completely bossing you.

You had to stop yourself from giggling, covering your mouth with a sleeve. You unmuted again and answered.

“Yeah, that's fine! I'm so excited to meet everyone!”

After muting again and waiting for the others to get online, everything was going to plan. You did your intro bit, talked to everyone, and went to start working on a home.

An hour or so went by, your house wasn't completely finished but you got a lot done pretty quickly. Chat helped with decorating the inside, giving tips and hacks with small things. At some point you ran into Dan, who was looking for his horse that had escaped somehow.

“Hey, Jay, how's it goin'? Have you, uh, seen a dark horse with diamond armor 'round here?” He asked, throwing some things out of his inventory and then mining a tree.

“You lost your horse? How in the world did you lose a horse? They're so slow.” You asked, chuckling at the situation. He then placed down a crafting table and began to conjure up an iron pickaxe, he was about to go mining.

“I think someone took him, to be honest. Probably Squid, now that I think about it. I robbed his house yesterday, needed some gold.” He spoke bluntly, weird. He usually is super upbeat and energetic. Maybe there was an arc going on, yeah.

“Oh, well, I hope you find it. I could help, If you want.” You said politely, hoping he'd let you. It was getting boring, just building.

“No, I got it. I appreciate it, though. Seeya.” He left. What was going on? Had you missed a chapter??

You watched his character run away and into a mine near a mountain. You decided to leave him alone, maybe he was just in a bad mood. You continued to build your house, starting on the second floor.

Weeks had gone by with you still in the SMP and Dan hasn't changed. You tried to bring it up and ask if he was okay but he'd just say "It's my character."

You wanted to believe him, but you just couldn't. It bothered you so much, his tone started to decrease your mood in streams. The chat began to notice you becoming more pessimistic.

You accidentily broke the wrong block, “I screwed that up.”

You placed the wrong block, “I can't do anything right.”

You got attacked by a zombie, “I suck at this game.”

It affected you so much that you couldn't even tell if you were role-playing anymore. You would say something depressing in character but caught yourself thinking. “Would my character even say that?” It was a nightmare.

Eventually, everyone in the SMP noticed and needed to do something about it. James tried to comfort you, but he wasn't the best at it. He kept bringing bees into it.

Then Justin gave it a shot, but he ended up getting distracted with something completely unrelated. Did nobody care? Has everyone just ignored Dan? He was the reason behind all this, after all.

Just as you were about to give up and log off, Dan showed up at your house. You jumped at the sudden british accent in your ears.

“Hello? Can I come in?” You turned, staring at the blocky character opening and closing your door. Finally, an explanation for his behavior! You let him in and watched your screen as he walked in.

He let out a breath.

“I'm.. really sorry, for how I've been treating you. I had been so nervous to talk to you so I thought being more mean would make you leave me alone. So I wouldn't have to feel bad for ignoring you, but it only made me feel worse. I can tell it affected you too. I'm sorry, Jay.” His character spun around and looked at the ground.

You couldn't help but smile at the silly role-play, but you were still upset at him.

“Why would you be nervous? It's not like I'm a celebrity or anything.” You asked, crossing your arms as your chat was spilling with interest and "dramaaa".

“Is that right? Come on, everyone adores you.” He said, still looking the opposite direction until he finally spoke again, turning to face you.

“Well, at least..” he paused and looked away for a monent. “I do.” He looked back.

...what?

You stared at the screen in disbelief, your chat going crazy and freaking out. You didn't know what to say. Was he.. no, no he wasn't role-playing. Dan, The Diamond Minecart just said he loves you.

Your face went red and you couldn't help but giggle. You turned away from him and went up to the second floor of your house to finish it. Mumbling something on the lines of “Need to finish..”

“You're blushing.” He followed you up the stairs, invading your pixelated personal space. What an ass.

“Leave me alone!” You playfully hit him, his character jumping away with a red tint. He scooted closer, now whispering into the mic.

“You like me.”

“No, I don't.”

“Liar.”

After a few seconds, you turned back at him and logged off. You heard him chuckle for a while before also logging off. You tabbed back to the call to leave.

“I win. Seeya later, Jay.” He said before leaving the call.

You couldn't help but smile widely, feeling butterflies and biting your lip. You ended the stream and left your desk to go to bed, laying down with your phone. You could barely sleep, your mind running wild thinking about Dan.

#dantdm #dantdm x reader #shady oaks smp #sfw #mdni #is this anything #ion know nothin about dantdm pls tell me this is good

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enemies-to-allies-tournament · 1 year ago

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Welcome!

This tournament is for the pairs that put aside their differences to fight a common enemy, to those that were once in opposing factions becoming the best of friends, and to many other enemies becoming allies!

(This tournament is run by Mod Sky (she/they), I have also run @eggcrackerbracket and am currently running @nintendo-rpg-characters-2023)

Rules:

The relationship between the characters must be platonic (this isn't enemies to lovers)

While pairs are preferred, groups of 3 are allowed.

Unless stated otherwise, two seats maximum per franchise.

No one from real life is allowed.

No Harry Potter characters.

SMP characters are allowed but only one pair/trio gets a seat and Dream (or any of his current friends) cannot be a member of the pair/trio. (Their status as fictional has been confirmed by the creators but fans are divided, thanks to @transgenderswagcompetition for the infodump as seen here)

Hate speech and any form of discrimination towards other people or participants in this poll will not be tolerated under any circumstances.

Submissions close: July 28th 2023 at 8:00pm PST (This is subject to change)

@/s below the cut for circulation (if you wish to be removed please let me know)

@best-t4t-couple

@retirement-home-rumble

@artificialkids-2k23-official

@best-kirby-character-tournament

@multicolorhairswagtournament

#tournament poll

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rose-garden-posts · 5 months ago

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Retiring Is the Hardest Battle When You Have ADHD and Bloodlust Posted!

Hey everyone! I um well how do i say this? I posted the first chapter of the fanfiction I was talking about earlier. so um yeah link is below! Under the cut is the full fanfiction if you rather read it on tumblr.com >> Link to fic <<

Retiring Is the Hardest Battle When You Have ADHD and Bloodlust

Chapter 1: A Hidey-Hole is the Perfect Place to Start

Look, things weren’t supposed to happen this way, of course techno’s life never really went the way he planned, but this was completely out of left field. One moment he was building in the desert on the dream smp, the voices filtering in and out of his ears like comfy background noise.

He was minding his business!

Planning to head back to the cottage he called home, he was excited to get out of the sweltering heat and back into the cold when he felt…off.

Stepping into nether portals had never been pleasant, but this time was different. The usual nauseous swirl he usually felt when entering the nether was stronger and lasted a lot longer than normal. Chat was getting quieter too muffled by a high-pitched ringing in his ears before everything went dark. When he woke up glancing around disoriented at the world around him, the bright sunshine made his head spin, and the tall spruce forest was damp under his hands. He felt his heart sink in his chest when he looked around, not a single tree looked like it was from the server.

Of course that brings us to the present moment with Technoblade hunched in a cave leather cap on his head holding a stone ax like his life depended on it. The voices had been quiet ever since he woke up, the sound of the cave deafening. Without their steady nonsense to keep him focused every little sound made him jump.

The little hidey-hole he made was serving him well, the furnace cooking some mutton over coals as he mined into the earth. After chipping away at a particular piece of stone the familiar sounds of a cave flooded his ears. Glancing down at the ravine he’d just dug into, Philza’s warning echoing in his ears about creepers falling on people's heads and exploding them instantly. He didn’t feel like he was in hardcore, his heartbeats didn’t feel measured like every beat was precious, so this place was probably normal survival…

At least he hoped the world was in normal survival, he was not mentally prepared to go onto a hardcore survival world.

For now, he’ll just not die, which is actually rather simple when you're technoblade. He didn’t know if anyone knew he was here, and it's practically impossible to get revived in a hardcore world without someone on the outside able to come help.

So he'll stick on the safe side, just in case.

Holding his pickaxe as a weapon he staircased down placing blocks above his head just in case. If he thought the outside was loud the ravine was a new type of torture. Skeletons' bones rattled and the tip-taps of creepers' feet echoed against the walls surrounding him.

As much as he complained about the chat and their constant jokes about him being mute and their obsession with the letter E, he really missed them right now. At least then he would be able to tune out their nonsense and he could actually focus on the world around him. Without them as a cushion, the world felt like a live wire shocking him every time he went to touch it.

The ravine was at least stacked, diamonds and iron glittering against the lava plenty that he could finally put some armor on.

Stripping the cave of its resources wasn't hard. He had a run in with an invisible spider that nearly pushed him into some lave while mining some gold. After killing the beast he turned giving chat a look of 'did you just see that' before remembering that they weren't there.

Leaving the iron smelting he sat down resting against the stone. The cave felt too empty by himself, and it reminded him of Pogtopia which reminded him of Wilbur. Idly munching on some tough steak he thought about his "twin-brother", the madness wasn't something he really understood until too late. Looking back he really should have seen the signs sooner, he was just so happy to be in a battle again. It had been a while since he had actually spilt blood and chat was ready to watch him tear into people. He hadn't notice the muttering and the far away looks in wil's eyes.

Tommy noticed.

The thought makes him tear a chuck off his too tough steak extra hard. He should have listened to that annoying kid, he knew Wilbur better then techno did.

Doesn't matter now though, L'manburg blew up and Techno never seemed to really be accepted by its people anyway. After Tommy was exiled he thought he would understand him finally. He saw how that turned out though. Finishing up the steak he glanced at the ceiling, bats peering down from their lofty perch. Maybe this new world will be good, no stupid governments to worry about, no revenge plots to fulfill, no L'manburg sticking their nose in his business. He did say he wanted to retire before being pulled back in by Tommy and Dream. Maybe he could do that now?

Did he want to retire?

...

Did he even know how?

Getting up he moves quickly shoving the previous thoughts out of his head, he needed armor and a sword. _____

The heavy weight of iron on his skin felt comforting as he moved through the ravine, and the diamond sword in his hand did nicely at slicing through the bazar amount of zombies that seemed to live in the darkness. Freezing he suddenly became very interested in where the zombies where coming from.

Moving where the sea of undead came from cut through them until moss cobblestone came into view. Smiling techno cut down the sea of undead that flooded out of the dungeon. Maybe if he was lucky he would get a potato.

Dealing with the dungeon was easy enough, break the spawner and finish off the remaining zombies.

It was basically childs play after your first time, and it was definitely not technos first time. His diamond sword finished off the zombies in two hits and by that time the spawner was already absorbed into his xp bar.

With the undead dealt with it was finally time to loot the chest.

The first chest was a bust, some string spider's eyes and rotten flesh. Quickly he breaking down the chest and shoving it into his inventory to use later he discared the useless items into the corner. Maybe spiders eye could be useful if he wanted to make harming pots but that would take too long. He'd rather just kill people with a sword then spend the time making potions with the limited time he has.

The second chest however held the secret to his survival, sitting unsuspectingly in the bottom of the chest underneath bones and gunpowder was a single potato. Letting out an excited gasp he grabs it holding it up for the chat too see, waiting for the flood of excitement they usually got from seeing a potato in his hand. After a second of silence he quickly stashed the potato away in his inventory. Feeling a pang of loneliness at the absence, of yelling in his ears.

Quickly he cleared the chest, the sudden desire to leave drowning him.

Its just a stupid potato anyway he could raid a village if he really needed to.

Climbing the steps back up to his hidey-hole he smiled looking at the guardless steps, the sight reminding him of Pogtopia.

Then he remembered Pogtopia and turned back to the alcove leaving the dust and past swirling behind him. He's not Wilbur or Tubbo he didn't need guard rails to keep him from falling.

Placing the chest he stole from the dungeon on the ground he quickly sorted everything into their proper places leaving left over rotten flesh and some spider eyes behind. He needed to make sure to travel semi-light in case he found anything else while exploring.

He made a note to look for sugar cane and kill cows as he had enough obsidian for an enchanter. It would be better to have enchanted gear in case he runs into people who don’t like the fact that he's in their world.

The thought makes him smile, if chat was here they’d get into a frenzy over the idea of blood being spilled. Of course, first, he would try and talk peace and figure out where he was… but most people don’t like talking peace first.

Most people draw weapons before they even think to speak.

That's fine with him though, he liked fights especially when the opponent is underestimating him. With that thought, he closes the chest now filled with worthless items left for the dust to take over.

Hiking his diamond pickaxe over his shoulder he broke the stone sealing up his little hidey-hole and wincing at the bright mid-morning light streamed in. Instantly the sounds of chickens and wolves filled his ears, invading the cave with the bright sunlight.

“Welp- might as well get a move on” He muttered after a second.

Calming himself down he dug the rest of the way out looking at the bright world in front of him.

The loud sounds of nature waking up echoing all around him. Taking a deep breath, he took a step out into the sunbeams, the warmth sinking into his bones. He stood for a second basking in the sun before letting out a deep sigh. He now had a clear goal in mind as he started walking through the spruce forest.

First things first figure out where he is.

#Technoblade #hermitcraft #Hermit!Techno #rose writing #hermitblr

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trashland-llamas · 9 months ago

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-> Fic Masterlist <- (Fandoms A-G | Fandoms H-Z)

Harry Potter [Original series, FBAWTFT, Marauders]

Soft-Spoken; Theseus Scamander + Reader who struggles with compliments [GN]

Eye of the Storm; Theseus Scamander x Veela!Reader [GN]

Blasted Minotaur; Theseus lulls the reader to sleep with the story of Theseus & the Minotaur [GN]

Nobody’s Fault but my Own; Molly finds a letter Percy wrote to Fred after his death

Dear Freddie; the letter mentioned in Nobody's Fault but my Own

Piss Off; Ron x Draco; Draco only knows how to flirt by pissing the other person off

Marauders Headcanons + some Lily & Regulus sprinkled in

Regulus & his Hufflebuddy [GN]

Dysphoria’s a bitch, huh?; Regulus Black helps to protect other trans students at Hogwarts

Belly Scratches; Headcanons around how Padfoot reacts to belly scratches and how the Marauders lean into it

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Meow?; Regulus discovers Remus' secret and decides to help in his own way by becoming an animagus himself

Grrrr?; Regulus asks out Remus on a date, revealing that he's the black cat shadowing the Marauders. Sequel to Meow?

Succor; Remus renounces his magic until Regulus shows up with a job proposition

Rebel Without a Cause; Sirius, after leaving home is surprised to find his brother on the Knight Express

Breakfast Club; Sequel to Rebel Without a Cause, in which Sirius takes Regulus to the Potters' Residence & convinces him to stay for breakfast

Hermitcraft SMP

Na-Scar; Retired nascar driver! Scar helps train Grian to win a race/bet against Mumbo

JJBA

How the Stardust Crusader react to y/n being trans

I’m Small: Jotaro discovers that Reader is an age regressor [Male]

Mimicry; Jotaro & Reader have a relationship akin to Wreck It Ralph & Vanellope von Schweetz [GN]

Allergens; Reader finds out Jotaro’s allergic to cats [GN]

Toi, moi, un rendez-vous?; Reader learns French so they can ask Polnareff on a date in his native tongue [GN]

The Artist’s Muse; Y/n discovers what Noriaki spends so much time drawing [Fem]

Kuroko's Basketball

Doge; Kagami's fear of dogs get in the way of y/n's service dog so y/n takes it upon themselves to help him with said fear [GN]

Marvel

Serpentine; poem about Loki

MCYT Adjacent

I’m Home Again; Dad!Corpse

NWTB

Rivets; My attempt at making one of those Youtube egos

Obey Me!

Bah Bah Black Sheep; Mc has a nightmare where they're the sheep character in Catherine and die trying to complete the obstacle course. Waking up, they go seek their beloved demon. [GN]

Astronomy themed nicknames Belphegor calls Mc [GN]

One Piece [anime, & live action]

Red Bottoms; Strawhats + whether I think they can successfully walk in heels

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face [GN]

Strip Poker…but w/ Peppers?; Sanji and Zoro compete for y/n's affections over a sinister game of strip poker, suggested by the cook [Fem]

Do You Have a Light?; Sanji & Zoro react to Reader smoking for the first time [GN]

Take It Off; Zoro catches trans! reader over-binding [Male]

Stoic; Reader goes to Sanji for comfort after becoming fed up with Zoro's methods of comforting them [Male]

Could Just Eat You Alive; reader agrees to being Sanji's meal [Fem]

Relaxed, Squishy. Flexed, Hard; Reader asks Sanji while drunk why his muscles are so squishy [GN]

Moth to a Flame; Sanji jumpscares touch-starved reader with touch [Male]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat; Soulmate au where Sanji can sense reader’s heartbeat [GN]

Ohhhhh Waaaaitttteerrrr; Reader is a customer at the Baratie & has to tell Sanji their order turned out wrong [GN]

Vignettes; Vignettes revolving Sanji and Reader's sex life [GN]

Cramps; Reader has PCOS and finally experiences cramps. Not knowing how to deal with them, they confide in Nami [Fem]

Sweet Treat; Where Reader is the type that doesn't want for anything...or where Sanji takes this personally and coaxes them into making a request for the menu [GN]

Nice to Meet Ya; Reader accidentally bumps into Sir Crocodile while buying groceries. Crocodile offers to buy a replacement as an excuse to talk to them more [GN]

Avoidance; Strawhats + s/o who avoids eye contact like the plague

Needy Little Thing; Reader is clingy and wants to cum. Or where Zoro takes care of them. (Fem]

Warm Summer's Day; Ace comes across a sleeping Reader. Thing is it's summer yet they're still using a winter duvet. [GN]

He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not; Sanji not knowing how to court men, accidentally causes some gender dysphoria for y/n [Trans Male]

Ouran High School Host Club

Two Peas in a Pod; Mori-senpai x reader who like him, doesn't talk a lot [GN]

Outlander

Pineapple…on Pizza? Why?; Oneshot about Jamie trying pineapple pizza [GN]

Resident Evil

Cat Eyed; Reader helps Vendetta! Leon apply his eyeliner [GN]

Tiddies; Reader coerces Leon into letting them play with his tits [GN]

That Girl is Poison; Reader attempts to poison Leon [Fem]

Everyone Grows Old; Reader’s self-conscious about their gray hairs, Leon comforts them [GN]

Food Guarding; Leon adopts dog hybrid! reader who deals with food guarding as a result of previous abusive owners [GN]

Sidemen + Troops

Mrs All American; Hcs bout Reader being an American [GN]

Mom Friend; Reader makes breakfast for the Sidemen crew [GN]

Fruit Gushers; Trans male reader is on their period [Male]

Welcome to Jackass; The bit/scene from Jackass 4.5 where Steve-O tries advertising his condoms by filling them w/ sewage from his RV but insert the Sidemen instead

Scary Dog Privileges; Sidemen's reaction to y/n having scary dog privileges [GN]

Hey, Catch!; Reader has dyspraxia [GN]

I’m Not Angry Anymore; Cal falls asleep to Harry singing

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist; a poltergeist starts following Lux around [Fem]

Fat, Funny Friend; Behz consoles reader after finding them broken down after a particularly bad day [Male]

Who Let the Dogs Out; Reader's trying to reel in their dog or where Ethan thinks they're catcalling them

When the Sun loves the Moon; Harry's had a crush on his next door neighbor y/n for a while but has been too much of a chicken to talk to her until Simon encourages him to invite her over [Fem]

Touch Starved Harry

Caregiver; JJ & Simon are Reader's caregivers, Reader's an age regressor [GN]

Why So Sad?; Simon accidentally scares y/n while they're already regressed, making them further regress into headspace and JJ takes care of them. Sequel to Caregivers. [GN]

Absolutely Stunning; Simon tries on lingerie for JJ

Dad; 4x the Sidemen called Josh ‘Dad’

Enthralled; Tobi doesn't let Reader do work related stuff during their movie night [GN]

Stranger Things

Barbie; Y/n beats Munson at his own game of name 3 songs

What’s Wrong with my Speech?; Reader goes w/ Eleven to speech therapy

We Bare Bears

Stuffies; Ice Bear notices y/n’s beloved stuffy finally needs to be replaced [GN]

Wednesday

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Studyblr?; Tyler finally finds the time to strike up a conversation with a regular, y/n, an infamous studyblr blogger on tumblr

X-Men

Mother-hen; Reader w/ mother-hen vibes or Logan who slowly warms up to Reader’s attempts to take care of him [GN]

Kitsune; Kurt Wagner x Fox/Kitsune! Reader Hcs [GN]

Cancels Out; Rogue discovers Reader's mutation while giving them a tour of the school. Reader's able to nullify other mutant's abilities [GN]

Starry Night; Ororo uses her mutation to let a regressed reader stargaze on a cloudy night [GN]

#masterlist #masterpost #fic masterlist #mcu #obey me #opla #outlander #ouran host club #resident evil #sidemen #stranger things #we bare bears #wednesday netflix #long post #hp series #jjba

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pruechaosbracket · 1 year ago

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ROUND 3: Sam and Max VS Team Musical Number

About Sam and Max: A duo of Freelance Police comprised of the relatively calm 6-foot tall dog Sam and the violent rabbity-thing Max. Most of the time, Sam has to hold Max back from "unnecessary violence", even though both of them will still use it most of the time, this dynamic can also switch when some one calls Sam fat or McGruff, which almost ended him shooting his past self once, and when Max's brains where stolen he went rampage of interrogations and turned into a noir version of himself. They both tried to open an obviously evil treasure chest right after Sam explained how it would probably release horrors upon the world, they tested what was and was not censored/bleeped-out, they have also broken hell and can breath in space. Sam ate so many fudge ice cream bars that he became immune to chocolate, and Max promised to take Sam down with him when he dies.

About Oli: An isekaied bard, the first player on Empires SMP, and the sole survivor of Afterlife SMP, having found himself in Empires SMP after trying to find his version of Sausage and instead finding Pearl, he quickly noped out due to the large amount of both Pearl's and Sausage's heads and him wanting to be alive. During his first day/episode on Empires, he named his new home the Olipoligo, built a "mega base", named his wolf after Sausage, found and raided an ancient city, outran the Warden, speedran killing the Ender Dragon, kicked the server's first mystery, stole Gem's horn, got deemed a bard, and got arrested by Fwip. He has also; gathered a bunch of Ender Men via Ender Rail (In Afterlife), fell into dept with Fwip and the Goblin Empire, tried to return to Afterlife which failed, organized the Rift Festival, and accidentally hatched the Ender Dragon Egg.

About Doofensmirtz: An "evil" scientist with ambitions to take over the Tri-State Area. He has a giant building/house/lab with "Doofensmirtz Evil Incorporated", which is also sang every time it's first seen per episode. Everything he creates ends in -inator, with their purpose ranging from the previously mentioned taking over the Tri-State Area or at least minorly inconveniencing it, to getting petty revenge on someone, to some kind of weird revenge related to his awful childhood. He named an evil organization L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N., which is technically an acronym the full name isn't much better as it stands for "League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness". After he retired from evil he temporarily joined O.W.C.A partially thanks to him being legally an ocelot, and made an time machine shaped like a taco stand with no option for day; as it was replaced with a cup holder, and diverged a major world-saving plan to get his favorite orange soda.

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citrus-blade · 1 year ago

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Day 6 of Citrus Dreamnoblade Week with the prompt 'Dream SMP'. Way too late but oh well.

Link to AO3 or read it under here!

Dream wasn’t himself. Literally, because when Techno wanted to visit his lover like every morning, he was gone. Instead he got replaced by someone who looked like him, just no scars and much softer. Who was this Dream and where was his Dream?!

Story under the cut! Words: 3,584

It was a completely normal day, nothing special was happening at the time and nothing special was planned. Dream was out of prison and as feral as ever, but was recovering. Techno had saved him months ago and Quackity had given up on finding him, much to Techno’s relief.

You see, when Techno was in prison with Dream for a few months he and the teletubbie had come closer. At first they were friends, then they were best friends which tuned into friends with benefits and eventually boyfriends. Yeah, it was a wild ride.

But the only thing that mattered was that Dream was save now, the people of the server left him alone after realising that he was out of commotion. The man had been broken, was barely able to hold a weapon. Was he still batshit crazy? Also yes, he usually started planning something complete unnecessary, but every time Techno just yoinked him away from his plan and told him they lived in retirement.

That usually worked and when not Techno made him explain why he wanted to do something and came up with counter arguments. And when he still tried to go and destroy peoples homes because they deserved it – which they did – Techno simply asked him not to and Dream listened.

Dream was broken, mentally. The man could still fight, he did chase Tommy around right after he had broken out of prison and wanted to destroy Kinoko Kingdom, but mentally he wasn’t okay. So to get all his anger out Techno regularly fought him, sometimes Niki and Philza joined, but mostly it was just them.

Now you’d guess that Dream was living with Techno, right? It would have been the logical thing considering that they were boyfriends, well, they didn’t. When they just escaped they thought it would have been too obvious that Dream was staying with Techno and, should anyone go after him, would look there first.

Instead Dream built himself his own little home a bit away from the main land of the SMP. To Techno’s surprise it was an actual house made of wood and stone, with windows, doors and even a nice roof. Dream felt comfortable and safe in there, so Techno let him live there and went there almost every day in the morning to do something with the man.

Just like he did in that moment, sat on Carl he rode to the hidden home of the man, ready for some sparing and maybe some therapy in between. When he arrived he left Carl on his own, the horse usually didn’t leave without his owner and just ate some grass while waiting.

Techno stepped up to the door, Dream grew roses in his front yawn, they were his favourite flowers. As always he knocked on the door before just entering, it was their usual routine. Usually Dream would be already awake and either eating or cleaning his weapons or armor. However, this day he seemed to still be in bed, cause he was not in his usual spots.

Walking up the quartz steps he ended up in a big open room with a big bed at the wall. And the bed was empty, so it meant that Dream was already awake. It was then that Techno started to feel panic rising in him, cause usually when Dream wasn’t inside the house he either already told Techno beforehand or left a note at the entrance.

But there had been no note, and Techno had checked before coming upstairs. The half pigling walked up to the windows that showed the garden, eyes widening when he saw a figure in a green jacket laying in the grass.

Techno rushed down the stairs and out of the backdoor, towards Dream who seemed to be unconscious. He fell to his knees and turned the man around in his arms, only to immediately jump away again.

This man couldn’t be Dream, there were now scars on his face and now white streak in his hair. He looked soft with freckles all over his cheek and nose, he looked so healthy and put together, yet he wore Dream’s face. The man was wearing a black shirt with a knitted green, way too big cardigan over it that had one white and one black stripe going along the hem. In his curly hair were hair clips, one looked like a crown, one like Dream’s mask and another one looked like a rose.

This had to be Dream, but how could he change like that within a night?!

Suddenly Dream started moving, groaning lightly and moving his hands up to rub his eyes with them. Techno swallowed heavily, his piglin ears wiggling lightly to check for any noise the man made. When he also had Dream’s voice, then there was no doubt. “….Dream?” He spoke up, carefully, not wanting to scare the man away.

Slowly the man opened his eyes and it was almost like emeralds were staring back at Techno, wide and shiny. Healthy, like they had never seen any harm.

“...Techno?” The man – with the voice of Dream – mumbled out, carefully sitting up and staring up at the man in front of him. “...Is that really you?”

“...Dream?” Techno asked back, confusion all over his face. So it was his boyfriend, but why did he look like that? And why did he look at Techno like a second head had grown on his shoulder? “What… are you okay, man?”

“Oh, ehm…” Dream looked around, frowning lightly before looking down at his hands and then back up. Techno held out his hand to help the blond up, who happily accepted. “Yeah, it’s just… you look so different. What happened to you?”

Pink brows shot up as Techno heard that, wondering what the man meant. “I look different? Bruh, have you looked at yourself?” When Dream just tilted his head, Techno stepped closer, holding some of the curls in his hand. “You look healthier and all your scars are gone. How did you do that?”

“M-My scars?” A deep blush spread over Dream’s face as Techno kept playing with his hair. By now the man was used to this gesture and just rarely blushed from any form of intimacy between them. “What scars are you talking about…?”

“Those usually over your face, like the one over your nose,” Techno mumbled, leaning closer. “Or the one right at your chin,” his fingers wrapped around Dream’s chin, making him look up. “Or the one at the corner of your mouth.” When Techno placed a soft kiss at the spot he had kissed a thousand times already, Dream squeaked loudly and stepped away, blushing everywhere.

“Wha-What are you ta-talking about!” Stammered the man who almost looked like a tomato by now. “I-I never had any scars! And why are you kissing me?!”

“...okay something is wrong,” Techno spat, almost growling it out, a deep frown on his face. “I guess with lots of really good healing potions you could somehow change your looks that much, but forgetting that we’re boyfriends? Really?”

“Boyfriends?!” Screeched Dream in a high pitched voice, hiding his face behind his hands. “What is going on here?!” Then he pulled his hands away, looking determined at the pinket. “And why do you have scars?! And you have a beard! You never had one!”

“I always have a beard! It makes me look more badass!”

“It makes you look like some viking who’s gonna slander thousand of people and invade cities!”

“….well.”

“Techno!”

“You just kinda described what used to be my hobby!”

“No!” Dream screamed, pulling at his cardigan, “You’re a nice potato farmer! And we’re all friends and only need armor when monsters are around! What is going on?!”

“I’d like to know that as well…” Mumbled Techno under his breath, watching as the man in front of him tried to calm down. “We should go talk to Philza, maybe he know something.” Dream sniffed and nodded at the proposal, walking up to Techno and following him.

With the help of Carl it didn’t take long ton return to Techno’s hut, meanwhile Dream kept looking around in confusion. It was like he had never seen the server like it had been then. When they arrived they both got off the horse, Techno immediately calling for Philza.

The man came running out of his hut, weapon raised but calmed down when he noticed it wasn’t an attack. “Mate, you scared me,” Philza said with a deep sigh, letting his weapons disappear in his inventory.

Dream tilted his head and furrowed his brows, Philza doing the same once he noticed the difference in the man. “Philza..?” The blond glanced to Techno before he nodded in confirmation. “But… where are your wings?”

Both Techno and Philza froze at the question. “Dream!” Techno scolded, turning to the man. “It’s not nice saying this!”

“No, mate, it’s fine,” Philza interrupted, walking closer to Dream, “Dream, what do you all remember?”

“Well,” Dream swallowed heavily, glancing between the two men. “Yesterday was a normal day, I was building some extras to my house with George and Sapnap. You, Techno and Wilbur were working on some new farm, to help us all enchant out stuff faster and better.“ Techno’s frown only deepened as he listened to the man. “Later both Tommy and Tubbo came to visit me, we wanted to explore some new cave, but it was already so late, that I sent them back home. We wanted to go there today but… for some reason I woke up in that garden…”

“Tommy…?” Philza echoed silently, frowning just as much as Techno. He walked around Dream, making the man nervous. “You and Tommy are friends?” Dream nodded at that, glancing over his shoulder at Philza. “And what about you and Quackity? Awesamdude?”

At those names Techno wanted to take Dream in his arms, usually the man reacted heavily to them, in a negative way. Either freezing up and getting overwhelmed by bad memories or getting into fight or flight instincts. Which meant he either pulled a weapon or ran to hide somewhere dark and narrow, like Techno’s closet.

But now Dream didn’t seem to react at all, he just looked even more confused than usual. “They’re my friends, obviously! When we all arrived at the server we just became friends and all live close to each other, what is it with you two?”

Philza took a deep breath and looked up to the sky. “I’ll go ask her, you try and fill him in on what is going on here on our version of the server.” Techno nodded and watched Philza run off into his house to get in contact with his wife.

Meanwhile he turned to Dream and sighed. “Okay listen, I’ll roughly tell you everything you need to know about our server here, alright?” Dream nodded and so they talked. After a while, and Dream looking a bit green around the nose, they got inside where he gave the blond some water. They kept talking and Techno noticed some mannerism that his Dream also had.

Like fidgeting with his hands, clicking his tongue when he didn’t know what to say or asking for some eyes to chew on. All of this was just like his Dream and he felt that it was one Dream, a Dream who belonged to Technoblade, he just wasn’t the right Technoblade.

“You mean… Your Dream is… covered in scars and just really traumatised..?” Techno nodded and a light blush came over Dream’s face, green eyes looking down at his hands. “And you and him are… you know…?”

“Ehm,” Techno cleared his throat, a soft blush now also on his face. “Together, in a romantic way, yeah.”

“That’s really sweet,” mumbled Dream, a gentle smile on his lips. He made eye contact with Technoblade. “I always had a crush on you, or, well, the version of you I know… Hearing that you and me are together here is kinda reassuring.”

Techno snorted and went to say something else but Philza rushed in, looking at the two a bit weird. He shook his head and went to explain. “This Dream is not our Dream.”

“Wow, who would have thought,” Techno said ironically, only shrugging when Philza weakly glared at him. “I was told that you’re from another version of our server, one where everything was reset and you all live in peace.”

“So the complete opposite to us,” Techno snorted out, shaking his head a bit as he leaned back. “How do we get him back?”

“He should be back within the day. And it’s possible that our Dream is where you should be right now,” Philza looked at Dream who nodded lightly, looking down at his glass and pick out another ice cube to chew on.

“Wait,” Techno suddenly froze before looking at Philza with wide eyes. “You mean my violent boyfriend who is ready to kill a lot of people in sight is there right now? With Quackity and Awesamdude who are usually friends with him?”

Philza opened his mouth but didn’t get a word out, his mouth just forming an ‘o’ shape.

“He’s gonna kill them!” Dream called out, worry obvious in his voice. “Quackity and Awesamdude are good friends of mine, they’re in danger!”

Techno huffed out, it was the truth, Dream could kill all of them, but there was a bit of hope. “Maybe he’s gonna react in another way, running away and hiding is pretty likely for him, especially when something is overwhelming. And maybe he didn’t have his weapons with him either, when he was asleep then they probably had put them down.”

Techno didn’t really care if Dream would kill anyone on that other version of their server. What he cared about was Dream himself, the man was all alone on a server full with people he hated. Imagining Dream all alone and scared without Technoblade, probably confused as he couldn’t really ask someone for help there.

“Maybe my Technoblade found him,” Dream spoke up, looking at Techno. “Maybe he is with him right now and they figure it out as well, it’s a possibility, right?”

“Right…” Philza mumbled, fingers at his chin. “Right now we can’t do anything, we’ll find out once you guys are back to where you belong. Until then we can only wait and hope for the best outcome.”

The other two nodded and Dream glanced at Techno, Philza left them alone, not really wanting to spent time with some random Dream. “And you really love Dream? Saved him from the prison and all?”

Techno chuckled lightly, it was funny talking to a version of Dream who was so obviously in love with another him but not in a relationship with him, yet. “I do,” admitted the half piglin, “we fit together quiet well, hate the same people and all. I’d break him out of this hellhole over and over again, even when it would kill me.”

Dream smiled at him before squirming around, getting closer to Techno. The smile vanished and was replaced with a saddened look, one he hated on Dream’s face, unimportant which Dream. “...Why did he turn out like that? Like the villain of the server?”

“It wasn’t his fault,” Techno immediately defended his partner, wrapping an arm around Dream. It felt familiar and yet like he was holding a stranger close. “There were lots of bad people on the server who turned him into who he was. It was inevitable for him to get this back and he did it cause he thought it was the right thing to do.”

A hum came from next to him and Dream snuggled closer, closing his eyes. “I hope everything will return to normal soon, I miss my own Technoblade.” Techno chuckled in understanding, leaning his head on Dream’s. He really hoped that Dream was okay and not in any danger.

Throughout the day Techno and Dream never separated, they fed the dogs together and Dream met Steve. Later Techno taught him how to make potions and gave him some training in combat. He never thought he’d say this but this version of Dream was shitty, barely able to hold up an axe and impossible to shoot an arrow.

The serve he must have come from really had to be peaceful if Dream didn’t know how to handle weapons. He also seemed to love all animals and told Techno about his own server, how he had a farm filled with animals, including a white horse called Spirit. Techno didn’t have it in him to explain that Spirit existed here at some point, too. It would just hurt the poor man and he didn’t want to ruin him with any pain.

It got later and soon the sun and moon were out, shining in the dark sky. They didn’t know when the exchange would, hopefully, happen, so they decided to go to sleep instead. Dream didn’t want to return to the house, too scared that something could happen while he was alone, so he slept over.

Out of habit Techno allowed Dream to sleep in his bed with him, even though it was a bit awkward. At least for the half piglin, Dream soon started talking, sitting next to the laying Techno. “You know,” he started, blushing again, “I am still Dream.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“And you and him are in a happy relationship, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“And I don’t know if my Technoblade is ever gonna… return my feelings, so…” He glanced over at Techno again, blush even deeper than before. Slowly he leaned down, laying atop of the pinket. Techno’s hands automatically found his waist, squeezing lightly.

“You think so?” he mumbled to the blond, who closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Before their lips could meet, Techno pressed his hand against Dream’s soft lips, smiling at him. “Maybe it’s time for you to find out.”

Dream pulled away with big eyes, mouth slightly opened. “Kissing me won’t feel right, the only Dream I ever wanna kiss is my Dream, you understand?” The blond looked down at those words, nodding lightly.

He eventually pulled back, snuggling against Techno anyway, cuddles were fine. “What when my version of you doesn’t love me?” Dream whispered, as if he was scared to hear the man’s opinion on it.

Technoblade could just snort at it, thinking it was ridiculous. “I don’t think that in all the version of me, that there’s even a single one who couldn’t love Dream.” He smiled down at the man who looked at him in awe, before a bright smile grew on his face.

“Thanks, Techno,” he said, closing his eyes, “and goodbye,” no more words were spoke that night. Technoblade fell into a peaceful sleep, holding Dream close as encouragement for his future.

The next day he got woken up by someone body slamming him, both falling on the ground. Out of pure reaction he got his sword, ready to fight, only to see Dream on top of him. And not any Dream, not, it was his Dream. “Dre-”

“Did you kiss him?!” The blond shouted, straddling the man under him, hands on his chest and face in a furrow. Dream would never admit it, but Techno could swore he saw tears in his eyes.

“What…?” Techno just mumbled out, confused.

Dream rolled his eyes, leaning down closer to his partner, baring his teeth. “Did you kiss him?!”

“Who?!”

“The other Dream!” Accused the blond, as if it was obvious. “The soft, perfect version of me! The one who isn’t completely fucked up and scarless! With no flaws and just a perfect person, someone everyone would love!” Did you-” Dream got cut off when arms wrapped around him and pulled him close, right against Technoblade’s lips.

The blond melted into the kiss as a tear eventually did escape, running down his cheek and over their lips. Techno licked it away, a hand coming up to stroke Dream’s cheek, the man leaned in. “I didn’t,” whispered Techno, rubbing his nose against Dream’s. “I could never.”

“But… he’s so perfect..” protested Dream silently, looking into red eyes.

“No for me,” assured the piglin, kissing the corner of Dream’s lips. “The only one who fits perfectly by my side is you. That loser couldn’t even hold a weapon properly and he didn’t have scars that told everyone how strong he was.” Dream giggled at that, hands wandering over his body and snuggled his face into the crook of Techno’s neck. “I missed you,” admitted the pinket.

“I missed you, too,” answered Dream, inhaling Techno’s scent deeply. “It was so scary… All those people I despise were so… nice. When they approached me I ran away and right into that version of you.” He pulled away to look down at his lover. “That Technoblade has shorter hair than you and wore an overall.”

Techno chuckled at that. “Did I look sexy in them?”

“Ew, no,” Dream wrinkled his nose, a smile now on his lips. “You looked like some anime character, not even a beard or anything.” At those words both laughed loudly, Techno pulling Dream back into a kiss, this one deeper, lustful.

He was happy to have his Dream back and hoped for the other version of him, that he’d find the courage to talk to his Technoblade. Because he hadn’t lied, there was no Technoblade who couldn’t fall in love with their version of Dream.

#dreamnoblade #dnb #citrus dnb week #citrus writes #Yeah I know it's already the 8. for me #I havent even written day 7 yet #so much private stuff #hopefully will piost day 7 within the week #sorry about that

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myriad-of-things · 5 months ago

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minecraft server members drawn as a recent us politics event. clearly i am handling current events well

Faction: Weed Village (me, @ischleepzzz, and @turtle--daddy)

one time, when we were trying to find our way back to the village, schleep, knowing full well that TD and I were watching naruto, goes: wow, I can't find this fucking village anywhere. it's almost as if it's.... hidden in the leaves

the name stuck, until I amended it to weed village

none of us smoke weed

TD is the hokage. he was supposed to be the only one in the faction, but Schleep and I ended up living in his backyard

Faction: Hetalia Rehab (@dontrollthedicesideblog and @pom-hello)

what is says on the tin. the faction is named after both members having formerly been in Hetalia

Pomhello is known for picking fights for funsies with everyone on the server, but losing anytime a real pvp battle goes down

Dice is known for smacking people for funsies

"Are you aware that you drew yourself as an analogue to Trump?" <- Pomhello

Me: yeah

#us politics amirite #minecraft server #retirement home smp #the book and quill #rhsmp #moonrise draws

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retirement-home-rumble · 1 year ago

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Retirement Home Rumble: Round 3

Side B

*DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ):

This poll is referring specifically to the characters played by these streamers. However, Technoblade, the youtuber, tragically passed away last year. I do not want to see anyone being toxic or disrespectful to his legacy. Feel free to spread propaganda and vote for who you want, but anyone crossing a line will be blocked

Why they would crush the other geezers under the cut:

WARNING: There may be spoilers

Phil and Techno Propaganda:

Carl and Ellie Propaganda:

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missycolorful · 8 months ago

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MissyColorful's fanfic masterpost

Dream SMP

the backyard's full of bones: canon-divergent AU where Technoblade's execution at the hands of the Butcher Army causes him to lose his last life. Philza doesn't take it well. Multi-chapter, completed.

the past was his torture, the future held his hope: canon-divergent story of the life of Philza Minecraft, an ancient man of survival who must learn how live. Multi-chaptered, discontinued.

The heart is a beast that'll keep you bleeding: a pre-canon how Technoblade and Philza met story. Enemies to friends, hurt/comfort, fluff, it's got it all. One-shot, complete.

you are worth fighting for: pre-canon fic where old enemies of the Antarctic Empire sneak into Philza's house and try to take Wilbur hostage. Whumptober fic. One-shot, complete.

dancing to imaginary music: Quackity buries Philza alive when he fails to give him information about Technoblade. Whumptober fic. One-shot, complete.

countdown: Technoblade and Philza wake in a room with no way out. And their captor gives them a bargain. “In order to leave, one of you must kill the other.” Whumptober fic. One-shot, complete.

You Are Home: An exploration of Philza and Wilbur's relationship from Wilbur's revival to post-canon. Multi-chaptered, incomplete.

Break the Machine: A bedrock bros AU story in which Technoblade is a gladiator in an underground ring, and Tommy is imprisoned in the cell across from the piglin. One-shot, complete.

Lion Heart: Wilbur meets Technoblade for the first time at the age of eight. He isn’t won over right away. One-shot, complete.

There's an Angel in the Garden: An AU where Philza is a fallen angel, and Technoblade is an immortal floral shop owner. Fluff ensues. Multi-chaptered, complete.

there is silence after the storm (the silence isn't all that quiet): post-canon fic. Technoblade and Philza are trying out the retirement thing. It's not easy. One-shot, complete.

SMPEarth

The Longevity Clause: Philza gets kidnapped as blackmail against the Antarctic Empire. Made for the Hurt/Comfort 2023 exchange so. Lots of Hurt/comfort. One-shot, completed

QSMP

Deciding to wage holy war looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor: after escaping Purgatory, Phil and Forever accompany each other at the egg hospital and talk. One-shot, complete.

You've got my heart, I've got your hand: canon-divergent fic where Missa goes to find and help Philza after he runs away to deal with the Ender King's corruption alone. Multi-chaptered, incomplete

Orion the Adventurous!: Technoblade in the qsmp, and he's got an egg, as well! And his new egg child gets a little in over his head after hearing all of his father's stories. One-shot, complete

brave enough: a canon-divergent fic where it's Missa who finds Phil after Philza's leap of faith instead of Lullah. multi-chaptered, complete

at least in hell we have each other: a Purgatory fic where Team Bolas goes on a mission to rescue Baghera after she's been kidnapped by Badboyhalo. It doesn't go as planned. multi-chaptered, complete

#missy writes

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painless-innit-colourful · 2 years ago

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Orpheus

(3k words, tw for canon-compliant suicide and mild self-harm, read it below or on my ao3)

Throughout his life, Wilbur Soot was a musician. In death, Wilbur Soot was a musician. In what came after...(Basically, if c!Wilbur had written all of Wilbur Soot's music in Dream SMP canon, how, and when.)

Full fic below :))

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He’d always been a musician.

His dad’s best friend used to call him Orpheus. He’d be about to leave, standing in the door frame and he’d call, “Orpheus?” down the hallway. Wilbur would shake his head and cross his arms and answer, “Yes?” “Don’t look back.”

He’d taught him confidence: how to hold his head up, how to keep his voice steady talking to a crowd and, most importantly, how to hold his own with someone that wanted to see him burn. Some lessons less applicable to his future plans, but Technoblade thought it important he knew these things. Even for a budding songwriter, pockets lined with scraps of paper shrouded in scrawled lyrics and chord structures.

“Regardless of whether they’re laughing at your poems or crying at your songs, you keep your eyes on the crowd. It’s a dangerous world out there; I don’t want to see Phil grieving you.” “Relax, Blade,” His guitar was laying precariously in his lap as he leant back, arms behind his head. “I’m hardly going far. I’m not going to start any trouble.” Techno’s eyes seemed to glint, the flames of the fire reflected in his irises as he watched Wilbur across the room. A log crackled and tumbled into the hearth with a beat that could fit cleanly in a two-four bar.

“Well, don’t let anyone convince you you’re any more or less than what you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You know yourself better than anyone: your strengths, your weaknesses, what drives you to keep writing and singing. If anyone tries to make a myth or a mess of you-” “‘Know thyself, know thy enemy,’ right?” His eyes glinted back, the righteous fire of oats unsown, youthful energy and boldness. Techno resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “You can hold your own, we both know that. Don’t let anyone convince you you can’t.” He paused, “Don’t turn around.”

Wilbur blew a long breath between his teeth, “If I write you a ballad, will you stop telling me that.” Techno just laughed.

Yes, he was always a musician, leaving home with his guitar hefted over his shoulders. Waving at his father and his friend. Techno made the ‘turn around’ sign as he left.

Open mic nights and tavern gigs didn’t satisfy the itch, the hunger inside to create, to share, to make something people would belt at the tops of their lungs long after the alcohol ran dry and the torches burnt low. In the end, it wasn’t even his melody. That part vexed him, partially - his biggest hit and it wasn’t his melody - but he hushed the musician inside and tucked his guitar lovingly into his enderchest, to be brought out on special occasions or when Tommy looked a little low.

Playing by the light of a campfire, within the walls of a nation he built, fought and died for, ran, was all he wanted to do. When the volume of paperwork was insurmountable, when the treaties didn’t write themselves, when he spent countless nights gripping a tear-stained pillow, listening to Tommy and Tubbo staying up half the night in the next room, praying he could keep them safe - those notes, those words were his sanctuary. People spoke of how it made him a down-to-earth ruler; the President sat among his people, leading them in a soft singalong of the anthem, but he didn’t do it for optics. He’s a poet, not a politician (how on earth did this happen) and it felt good to retreat behind his guitar for a while. It gave him perspective: how far he’d come, how much further he could still go. This was so much bigger than a kid writing lyrics by the campfire in the garden. The special place they sang of, he made that happen. Playing by the fire, he imagined the future: retired, moved on from a life of public service, but still playing. Resting under his redwood trees, resolutely strumming that old guitar, safe in the nation he made.

It’s a shame it didn’t last. He remained a musician, but there would be no playing with aged hands within the black and yellow walls.

His hands were cold. He had always strummed with his fingers before, but after moving into that ravine, he started using a pick. His melodies sloped into sharps and flats, shaking fingers unable to find the right fret.

“Ridiculous, aren’t I?” Techno stopped walking, glancing down at the skeletal figure of Wilbur, swamped in a trenchcoat and curled around the guitar Phil bought him for his sixteenth birthday. “All that time in L’Manberg, I said I wished I had more time to write and practice, now I’ve got it and I can’t even be happy with that!” “Well, they do say tragedy makes good art.” “Mmm,” Wilbur gazed up at the ceiling of their cavern home, wrinkling his nose. “I’ve found it hard to know what to write about. All this time I was saving up ideas and now I have all this time and nothing- nothing’s working.” “Keep… Yeah, keep working at it. You gotta persevere with it, or something.” “Sweat your guts out,” Wilbur gave him a forced grin. “You got it, Blade.”

Techno didn’t hear it himself - he had been at his secret base at the time, putting together experimental weapons and mostly trying to not blow himself up in close quarters. He heard what it had been, though, the next time he went to Pogtopia and Tommy Innit ran up to him.

“You didn’t put Wilbur up to this shit, did you?” “Tommy, what are you talking about. I haven’t been here in two days.” Tommy took the deepest breath known to man, dragging his fingers through his hair and finding a number of tangles on the way. “Wilbur’s- Wilbur’s gone a bit… A bit morbid, in his song-writing lately.” He laughed nervously. “I thought the singing about stalking government officials and comparing his heart to a bleeding - literally bleeding - keyboard, was weird, but now he’s going on about- about blowing up L’Manberg-” “Oh really?” “Yeah! It was this creepy two-chord tune about burning the place to the ground and he was playing it over and over for hours-”

He finally heard it himself a few days later, tucked between the usual laments on past lovers and agonising teenage angst - two chords, over and over, echoing through the cavern, Wilbur’s voice reverberating after it like the melody and accompaniment were chasing each other the length of the ravine. He listened to the words - the ones he could make out - and heard the smile in Wilbur’s voice as he bastardised the lyrics of his own nation’s national anthem. That was brilliant for Techno’s plans, but, still.

He had a feeling the musician hadn’t listened to him.

“How does the story end?” Wilbur had been fourteen when they’d met and every bit the child his father had made him out to be. Curious, reckless, idealistic, a dreamer, an intellectual and a poet. Techno saw trouble coming down the tracks before anyone else did. But not quite like this.

“Well, the doubts in his mind grew to be overwhelming. Orpheus looked back and Eurydice was there. He met her eyes… and she disappeared.” He watched Wilbur form a chord on the neck of the battered guitar they’d found abandoned in the woods with clawed fingers. “...Then what?” “That’s it. That’s the end.” Wilbur looked up, “What happened to Orpheus after?” Techno thought for a moment before he spoke, “Well, like most Greek myths, there are a few versions. Most of them agree that he walked the earth lamenting his tragedy, singing about it. His songs were so full of sorrow they made mothers miscarry and willow trees bow their boughs - that’s where they got weeping willows. After that… I think the general consensus was people got so sick of him making them all sad that a group of them tore him apart.” “Just- Just like that?” “Yeah. Just like that.”

Wilbur, even in the pit of his breakdown, spoke of a symphony. Once a musician, always a musician, it seemed. L’Manberg was his great, “unfinished” symphony, he said. He rambled on and on to Techno and Tommy and cave walls about movements and variations, weaving notes between the peaks and troughs of the story.

“The explosions will be like percussion, finishing the final movement - which is ironic of course, because it’s unfinished, intentionally so. The silence after-” He closed his eyes and stilled, imagining it, a smile growing. “Yes. I’d like to hear the silence after. That’s how it’s meant to end.” He turned, trenchcoat flying out, to face Techno again. “Have you ever heard of the Curse of the Ninth Symphony?”

He had been standing at the back of the crowd, Dream whispering nonsense in his ear, trying to rile him up. Truth was, he already knew exactly what he was going to say. He’s an orator. But as the hopeful L’Manbergian’s hung on Tubbo’s every word, he instead watched the figure near the front that had just stepped down from the stage. He observed the conflicted expression on Wilbur’s face. He’d just witnessed the paradox - backing Techno’s anarchy, denouncing the government and rejecting the presidency in the same breath he used to smile at his boys and hand power to Tubbo.

He watched the doubt creep in. And Wilbur looked back, past Techno, eyes glazed over, towards the hill where he knew the button room to be.

And L’Manberg disappeared.

The guitar came and went repeatedly. He wasn’t even sure how he had it sometimes. It was better not to think. Because thinking meant remembering. Just play. Just let your shaking hands find the right frets in the dark while you stare at the insides of your eyelids because if he had to look at the damn advertisements in the train stations satirising his downfall one more time he would hurl the guitar onto the tracks again, and who knew how he even got the damn things in the first place

Wilbur used to hate barre chords with a burning passion. Just buy a fucking capo. Who even has an index finger that strong anyway. Ghostbur, however, loved them. Finally, for the first time since he was like sixteen, he felt like he was writing melodies that made sense. They just flowed out of him like the water running under the L’Manberg highways. Like someone else had written them, and they were songs he’d always known. He finally felt like a musician again. Phil, his father, sat nearby, listening to him play in the November evening air. The sky was overcast, but the lanterns (his lanterns!) shone overhead like stars, lighting up the quiet marketplace.

“You used to play like that when you were little,” Phil said softly as he played on. “The brighter chords and stuff.” “Mm,” It made Ghostbur glow, sharing his music with his father again. He couldn’t understand why Alivebur had wanted to hide his lyrics from him. “Play the one about- walking boots? Again.” “Hiking boots,” he said with a light laugh. “Yeah, that one.”

They wrote as a duo, subconsciously: like a pair of writers in a band wrestling for creative control while simultaneously stealing all of each other’s ideas. Ghostbur would argue the ‘hiking boots’ song was about his son. Wilbur shouted back: it was about Sally, it was about shattered families, yes, it was about Fundy but not in the way you bloody think! Ghostbur smiled and played the songs until his fingers would’ve bled, were they corporeal. Wilbur screamed at the walls of the station until his voice was completely gone, beating at the walls with his fists, bloodying his hands until they could no longer hold the neck of his guitar.

Gradually, his hands healed. He tossed the guitar away in his rages so he didn’t smash it against the tube station wall (though he had tried it a few times and found it incredibly cathartic). In his infinite patience, waiting in the dark for salvation that would never come, he played better music than ever before. He made a makeshift capo from a strip of fabric ripped from his shirt and a piece of a shattered sign and played weeping melodies in wonky thirds and fourths. Music was his salvation: this time from utter destructive madness. More than once he bit at the skin of his fingers ‘till they bled, then used them to write chord progressions on the wall in rusty blueish-brown. He hummed the harmony line to his melodies as he played them and wished for another instrument, a way to record; literally any of the things he knew he could never have in this homemade hell. The lonely busker spent a decade serenading the empty platform with his songs of brutal tragedy.

“Did you say you’d thought of a new one?” “I did, I just want to tweak my lyrics-” “You’re rewriting my words… You know you need author’s permission to do that.” Ghostbur swore the songs just popped into his head, often almost fully formed, only requiring minor tweaks. He ignored the whispers in his mind in the voice that sounded like his own. Listening to that voice hadn’t gotten Alivebur anywhere. “Originally, the bridge was about trains, but now I’m thinking that’s not very relevant to here, where there are no trains. So I- hold on… I got it.”

Wilbur just scowled as his ghost sang of “barriers on the highways”. My genius is being pilfered, he thought. He picked up his own guitar and played along.

“There’s a reason / L’Manberg puts barriers on the highways / There’s a reason / They fail…”

In Limbo, there was very little melodic sound. Sure, there were trains rattling through every few hours, the wind whistling in the tunnels, and he could always shout ‘till his echo bounced out of earshot, but there wasn’t a lot other than that to be heard. His guitar had been the one thing that kept him from going truly ‘round the bend.

Groaning, screeching, screaming, wailing, scratching, shrieking: it was technically the most horrible noise Wilbur had ever heard in either of his lives. Yet, he loved it. In the blur of the train journey back Wilbur wasn’t sure of much. He heard the ear-splitting screeching, saw the weeping ghost, threw up out of one of the train windows and screamed along to the great noise, harmonising with it the best he could until they burst from the tunnel, light streaming through the windows, so bright Wilbur thought he was dying again.

Several days later, Wilbur was still singing. Sopping wet from the rain, one drink deep in a rowdy tavern where the whole world was warm and beautiful. Dimly, he was aware some of the pub patrons were giving him stern looks, but he was too deeply in love with life to even fathom that he could leave her behind again. No, he was singing, he was happy- no, ecstatic, to be alive, and emboldened by this latest turn of good fortune. He was a musician, and though he hadn’t found his old guitar again yet, he wasn’t going to be discouraged. As if it were Fortune herself daring him, a man appeared by the bar with an instrument strapped to his back.

“Evening, good sir. I couldn’t help-” The stranger in the trenchcoat with the immovable grin did not wait for him to turn around before launching into some half-prepared spiel. “-but notice the bass on your back. Do you play?” “I do, I do.” “Well?” “Yes, I would say well.” Ash had not been expecting to be quizzed on his musical ability that night, but it was a frequent-enough occurrence that he wasn’t phased. Until- “That’s wonderful. Do you have a job.” “I- Yes. I work here, actually. It’s my night off today.” “That’s fantastic. Quit your job.” The stranger was either absolutely plastered or a complete maniac. He allowed him the benefit of the doubt, “Why?”

The stranger flipped a strand of wet hair out of his eyes, “Join my band. I’ve got a drummer and a guitarist. And I sing. I’ve already written some songs, they- the others liked them,” He stood a little taller. “I think you’ll find us a worthwhile endeavour.” Despite the fact this entire encounter was completely ridiculous, Ash was inclined to keep following the thread. “What kind of songs do you write?” “Oh, pretty standard stuff,” He laughed, practically glowing. “Being jealous of your ex’s new man, being afraid of the future, making fun of past presidents. That sort of material.” Ash quirked an eyebrow, “Which past presidents would those be?” The stranger, Soot, grinned, “Any of them. All of them.”

Soot stuck a hand out, “What’s your name?” They shook, “Ash. Yours?” A sly smile, “You already know it.”

“Just one more thing, Ash.” Soot’s eyes were more tired now, darting up from the comm name and number he was scrawling on a napkin in a sputtering red biro. “One rule. For the band. Once you’re on board, you ride it to the end. You keep your head up high and no matter what-” He finished the number, securing it with an exuberant dot, and handed it to Ash. “You don’t look back.” Ash nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

In life, death and that which came after, Wilbur had always been a musician.

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