#tales from the smp imagines

[pinecone-gremlin]

(Potential eyestrain warning)

Whirly twirly time travelly boi!

[casp1an-sea]

FANDOMS

if anyone actually reads all this, I’ll be impressed

Tv show themes through the years playlist

I colored the ones I cared most about in each section if none are colored it means I care about the things in that section equally.

Star Wars:

Original Trilogy 

Prequels 

I dont consider myself a sequels fan but I am obsessed with HUX and Kylux and basically anything first order

Rouge One

Star Wars Legends

Star wars Infinites

Star Wars as written by William Shakespeare 

Star Wars Clone Wars

The Bad Batch

Star Wars Rebels

Andor 

Mandolorian 

Obi-Wan Kenobi Series 

Star Wars Visions 

Tales of the Jedi 

Tales of the Empire

Anything Lego Star Wars 

THE ACOLYTE (may it rest in piece)

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Marvel:

the movies (I’m not caught up yet) 

Falcon and the winter soldier 

Loki (not caught up) 

Wanda Vision

Avengers Assemble (literally so weird and silly) (not finished with season 5)

spider verse

Tobey Maguire Spider-Man movies

Andrew Garfield, Spider-Man movies

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Musicals/Plays:

Newsies

Bye Bye Biride

Christmas Carol

Wonka

Little mermaid

Shrek

Wizard of OZ

Anything goes

Sponge Bob

Beauty and the Beast

Guys and Dolls

Hamilton

Six

The guy who didn’t like musicals

twisted

ride the cyclone

Les Mis

The lighting thief (not finished)

into the woods

Kinda bat boy (HOLD ME BAT BOY TOUCH ME BAT BOY)

Gatsby

Romeo and Juliet

Macbeth

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Games:

Zac McKraken and the Alien Mindbenders!!!! (Literally the best game)

Twisted Wonderland (read through book 6)

Ultimate Shark Simulator

Hogwarts Mystery (not caught up)

KOTOR (not caught up)

Star Wars Asault Team

Minecraft

Jedi Fallen Order (not finished)

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Anime:

MHA (stopped watching mid season 4 only really care about Iida)

OHSHC

BSD

Angels of death 

Darling in the franxx (only really care about Goro)

Saki k (haven’t seen season 2)

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Minecraft SMPs:

EVO

Dream SMP (not caught up)

Empires SMP

X Life 

After Life 

New Life 

Rats 

Pirates (not caught up) 

Trafic Light/Life Series (I only watch Jimmy, Joel, and Martin’s POVs)

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2000s Kids shows:

MLP G3 and Friendship is Magic

Wild Kratts 

Octonauts 

TMNT 2012

Odd Squad 

imagination movers

Dinosaur Train

Lego Friends (The og version)

Monster High

Ever After High

Avatar the Last Air Bender 

Sofia the first

Elena of Avalore

dinosaur train

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Weird Sci-fi and Fantasy Shows:

Doctor Who (only on the 4th Doctor) 

Read All About it 

H2O Just Add Water 

Wolf Blood 

Fragle Rock

Mako Mermaids (only watched season 1)

Alien Surfer Girls/Lightning Point

Thunder Stone 

Girl From Tomorrow 

Ocean Girl 

Sparticle Mystery 

Elephant Princess (featuring Liam Hemsworth) 

Eerie Indiana 

Girl’s World

House of Anubis 

A girl named Jo (not sci-fi or Fantasy) 

Hardy Boys Nancy Drew Mysteries (not sci-fi or Fantasy) 

Blue Water High (not sci-fi or Fantasy) 

The Prisoner 

Spell Binder 

Just Add Magic 

Maddigan’s Quest 

The Next Step (not sci-fi or Fantasy) 

Return to Jupiter 

Rocket’s Island 

Parallels

Silver Sun (not caught up) 

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Disney Plus Telenovelas: 

Violeta 

Soy Luna 

Bia 

Intertwined 

O11CE

L-Pop

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Misc fandoms and shows:

Harry Potter (not caught up, I do not support J.K. Rowling or read the books) 

The Tick (og cartoon version) 

Monk

The Outsiders (movie, book, and 90s Tv series) 

Alex Rider (the show not the books) 

Wild at Heart (never finished) 

White Collar 

National Treasure Edge of History 

The Lodge

Descendants 

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Gilligan’s Island

NCIS New Orleans

Hell of a Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Heart Stopper

OFMD (not caught up)

Julie and the Phantoms 

Disney in general 

Tinker bell

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Book series: 

Percy Jackson (currently only read the lightning thief)

The Final Six 

Horizon 

Thea Sisters (when I was little) 

Chronicles of Narnia

Wizard of Oz

The black stallion

Series of unfortunate events

The Outsiders

The Waterfire Saga

[beloved-sketchxoxo]

WAIT THIS COULD GROW INTO SOMETHING

imagine if they do successfully build a Time Machine and they go back through time. They go on little adventures and it’s so chill and cute.

Maybe it could become big lore related too or affect qTubbo or Sunny somehow…

Wait shit fuck, I’m just describing the “tales from the smp” D:

Anyways, I think it would be cool if tubbo and the Qsmp admins did something behind the scenes and do something like this

[imunonimus]

imu's writing masterlist

AO3: imunonimus

the majority of these are sbi/dsmp fics. i plan to write more for other fandoms soon.

MULTICHAPTER FICS

ongoing & actively updating.(not including those that are currently stagnant)

✧ binary stars (ongoing) — crimeboys-centric, space au, enemies to friends/friends — Tommy, the space outlaw, has been captured by space Lieutenant W. Soot. Both are regularly at each others throats until they get stranded on an uncharted planet. Disdain and tense arguments ensues. — "Tommy had never been the type to seek vengeance and keep grudges. But he supposed that with all the setbacks lately thanks to a cocky, arrogant Phalleum, has awakened a vindictive side to him. He has never hated anyone else, as much as he hated Wilbur Soot."

✧ until the beat starts to mean something (ongoing) — sbi-centric, modern setting, foster au (?) — Phil, along with his two wary companions, creates a home for Tommy, a telekinetic child who appeared in the middle of the road one rainy night. — "It seemed that the universe really had a lot of strange ways to come up with people’s fate. But Phil knew that he will always remember the first time he met Tommy. The little boy who was never prepared for the sudden embrace of the universe."

✧ bear with me (ongoing) — bedrockbros-centric, canon divergence — The exile arc, except Techno is a polar bear. — "When Tommy trudged through a violent snowstorm, fed up with the consequences of exile, he hoped to seek refuge in the Arctic commune where Technoblade—the disciple of blood, a former companion—resides. But all he finds is an odd polar bear with an attitude. "Yeah, I get it," He mumbled, glaring. "Cut me some slack, I know I look like shit."

✧ saudade (completed) — crimeboys-centric, a bit of an oldie, 19.7k words + 12 chapters — Wilbur becomes the first good adult/brotherly figure to an 11 year old. — "An 11 year-old Tommy stumbles upon an old abandoned house where he meets a (not-so-friendly at first) ghost named Wilbur Soot who tells him all sorts of tales."

ONESHOTS

i keep the majority of my oneshots in this series called storiettes. Have a look there too, if you want.

𓆩⟡ hallway ghosts 𓆪 — The young and sole prince of The Antarctic Kingdom—Wilbur Soot—befriends a spirit lingering in the corridors. 𓆩⟡ among the ruins 𓆪 — canon-divergent || gh! tommy, struggling to cope with nature festering inside his body, hiding it from everyone until it becomes too much for him to bear. Something about memories, grief, moving on, and love persevering. 𓆩⟡ goodbye letters 𓆪 — Character death, Grief/Mourning || Techno comes across a notebook that Tommy left behind. He recalls and learns about Tommy's days in exile leading up to his death. 𓆩⟡ not from here 𓆪 — superpowers/supernatural elements, crimeboys-centric, absurd (at times), mystery (?), lab-raised || Two people drawn together in their yearning for home, somehow find one in their wounds. 𓆩⟡ down on your luck 𓆪 — Lighthearted, attempts of humor || Techno and Wilbur's little brother had always been tagged as an unlucky, bizarre kid—Not too many friends either—So, imagine their surprise when Tommy announces that he has a friend coming over. They can't help but be skeptical. 𓆩⟡ i remember, you said 𓆪 — hurt/comfort, crimeboys canon divergence, inspired by The 30th animatic by tododokii || Wilbur Soot stood on the edge of a crumbling tower. 𓆩⟡ past winter, old coats 𓆪 — hurt/comfort, crimeboys canon divergence, an exploration on their relationship after being revived, christmas || Wilbur hung his brown coat over his shoulder. The cool wind hit him and he shivered. It has gotten chillier these days with December rolling in. He hadn’t meant to visit so late at night in this weather, but he needed to see Tommy. If not tonight, then when? 𓆩⟡ i know that's selfish (but my loneliness would disagree) 𓆪 — origins smp, hurt/comfort, sickfic || Avian Tommy does things he shouldn't for love & comfort. 𓆩⟡ look for tomorrow with me 𓆪 — modern setting, slice of life Friends cancelling plans shouldn't be as upsetting as it is. || Tommy just wanted to spend more time with friends before they separated for college. Instead, he walked home straight that day. To the same street, opening the same picket fence and unlocking the door of the same brick wood house, fumbling the keys.

[pyxscythe]

What if miny saw lincu in the hoodie and all and thinking that he looked familiar to the panel but didn't dread on it and starts telling lincus story believing that the person they saw was curious since lincu probably stared at it for a while in pure disbelief and pain

There's so much angst potential with concepts like that ,, the way it goes is no one necessarily knows or questions the origin of this world, it just exists how it is and was built up, and there are four faction leaders who really aren't any huge authority figures or anything, they're mostly just silly and build and explode and have fun like everyone else. There are 3 muses (Miny, Bunii, and Bee, the latter 2 being helpers with building, all 3 are artists) and they sort of just had in their minds these "made up" legends of the faction members, each not really being able to explain how they came up with any of it, it sort of came to them in a sense. But they spread these tales to few, not being all that present themselves (iirc I made them architects turned demigods so that's how they "knew", they were there during the war, just sort of dormant beings).

I think the way I imagined it was only the architects who became sentient (aka all the helpers and members who in the actual smp are mods) actually knew of their godhood, Miny wasn't even originally one and was actually given that bit of godhood by Lincu with him being God of Arts. So anyways all that to say only those really had those tales in their heads of the leaders being Gods, they all varied in their own ways, and it's like subconsciously some knew they were Gods but they mostly treated it as just having these legends. Its wonky to explain

BUT ANYWAYS THAT FUCKING TANGENT ASIDE I still adore that concept because it sounds really cool ,, like just imagining no one really putting 2 and 2 together in their minds or just thinking these are made up stories not realizing that to some degree they're true, because one way or another all tales tell of a war. Or just them entirely not recognizing the Gods from the stories or portraits as the faction leaders. That would go crazy

[ranvwoop]

Transcript:

Eret: "One year since the last eternalduo crumbs." Oh, I feel so bad. It's been a year? For real? One year? Bro! Literally how. Literally how.

Eret (clip): Okay, I will say eternalduo enjoyers will be very happy.

Eret: Bro, I was so hyped for it. I was so hyped for it!

Foolish (clip): That reminds me of like, me and you back in the day when we cleaned up that mess with the Wither cult.

Foolish (clip): Well, there was that time we went on that little adventure with the — when we fought off those trolls.

Eret, crosstalk: Foolish totally made up that Wither cult thing on the fly.

Eret: Alright. General gist of what the finale was supposed to be. Because I've teased it for a while, but I don't know if or when I'll actually post the script or whatever. But me and Foolish were supposed to team up, go to the End, and fight — uh, fight Dream XD. And that was supposed to bring a whole bunch of stuff together. And it was supposed to make a whole bunch of the timelines come together, and it was supposed to be the final thing that would make everything make sense.

Eret: Uh, there was a whole set we were going to borrow, um, from one of Karl's, uh, think it's like Tales from the SMP? That he had a set that was like a huge clock thing. Um, and the End wouldn't be the normal End, it would've been that. And me and Foolish were going to fight Dream XD there. We were gonna fight Dream XD there with anyone else who joined us.

Eret: And then the idea was... fuck it, I'll just say it now. The idea was that because we were — there was still — we were going to assume that there was a season 2. And we were going to find out that the whole process was cyclical. And that we've been through the process. So, like, season 1 of the Dream SMP could've been like season a billion, as far as we knew. And that's why so many characters have memory loss, and that's why so many people have memories of things in the past. And basically going and fighting god hits the reset button and everything starts again. And that's what my finale was supposed to be, before Dream didn't respond for three months and then decided not to do it.

Eret: So, I'm really bummed that I didn't get to do that. But yeah, that was the general idea. Me and Foolish team up to fight god and then the simulation resets for season 2. There was a lot more nuance to it, a lot more character points but that would be — that's the general gist of what the Dream SMP was supposed to end on. But, I never got to do it. Because, uh, people just didn't show up. The script was written, I was ready to do a whole bunch of stuff, I was asking people to do stuff, and then it all got cancelled last minute. Which, uh, sucks. If you're frusterated imagine how I feel. [Laughs]

Eret: The scripts I don't want to just post, but, yeah. There was this place, there we go. This area was supposed to be the place where the finale battle would happen. Uh, "Dream XD's world". But yeah, we were supposed to have the final fight in here and it'd get, like, absolutely destroyed over the course of it. Yeah. It would've been really cool! It would've been super cool! It would've been amazing!

Eret: And, yeah, none of the bits came together, I never ended up getting the set in time anyway, even though we asked. So all the bits just didn't come together. When planning something like this and some people don't respond, it's really, really hard. And that's... yeah. That's why I didn't end up doing too much lore on the SMP towards the end just because it became harder and harder and harder to do, and working with other people's schedules, and if people didn't want to do it, blah blah blah, et cetera et cetera. But it — it could've been really cool! It could've been awesome.

Eret: "Stealing this plotline for nefarious purposes (fanfiction)". Hey, go for it. But yeah. Battle in the End here, we find out it's cyclical, and uh, a personal character relation that I have been talking about for ages that might have been eye related might have been a reveal planned for that. Perhaps. Potentially. Only like a teaser, and then season 2 was supposed to elaborate on that a lot more. But yeah. That's Dream SMP character stuff for anyone who cares. Well, that's — that's that. I'm sorry it didn't end how it was. Unfortunately it was out of my control. I've sent the script to a few staff members as well, I think I've sent to Geneva and stuff. Anyway. I will post the script eventually, but it's not too much more than what I've just explained. It just gets more specific.

Eret and Foolish's cancelled Dream SMP finale

(from Eret's stream Dec 8 2023)

Sorry for the lack of captions, I'm just very tired. Transcripts are very welcome if anyone would like to add one.

[mcyt-amber-tftsmp]

𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hey guys, Amber here!

So technically I hit 100 followers in less than a month and I'll be honest it feels too surreal as to how quickly I have reached this!

It makes me really happy to learn that you guys enjoy my writing as much as I do! ^^

So I hereby invite you guys to my writing event!

Few things which you guys should need to know:

This an event where you pick the prompt you wish for and you write it!!

Everyone can join this! This isn't a contest or anything and it's just for fun and to show how you write in your own ways!

There’s no creative limit! every prompt is yours to mold, and you can write in any length or style desired (whether it’s angst or fluff, cc! or c!, platonic or romantic is up to you!)

For making things easier and for enjoyment, please add trigger warnings or content warning and please no nsfw like you guys can do cuddling and kissing and stuff just don't do nsfw.

For requesting prompts, feel free to send a message, comment, or ask of the prompt and who you would like to write for (be mindful of boundaries for MCYT/Dream SMP members along with their Tales From The SMP characters!)

Each prompt is limited by three, but all are welcome to write for multiple just with different prompts!

Please just enjoy yourselves! <3

Characters For Writing:

Any MCYT/Dream SMP Members (who are comfortable)

Any Tales From The SMP Characters (I would really appreciate it if majority of you wrote on these characters cause they are underrated as heck but do whatever)

Prompts--

1. “stargazing was a good idea.”

2. “you're my new pillow.” ↪ You're my pillow now | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @perfectlycasualgirl

3. “whenever you smile, it makes me smile.”

4. "stop it." "stop what?" "stop smiling, cause it's too contagious for me." ↪ Smile | cc! TommyInnit x Reader - @socially-blue

5. "do you ever just wonder what colors taste like?" "You are seriously making me feel even more concerned for you."

↪ Sleep | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @socially-blue

6. "that's the sixth time you have complimented me today." "yeah and I'll compliment you four times more."

7. "you're an idiot." "but I'm your idiot."

8. “promise me that we'll never forget each other no matter what?” "promise."

9. “will you please sing? just for me?”

10. how the hell are you already tired?" "its literally 3am. how are you not tired, is the real question." ↪ platonic! cc! Bench Trio x Reader - @attempting-to-be-a-writer

11. "hey, do you wanna go outside and hang out?" "It's literally 4 in the morning." ↪ c! Ranboo x Reader - @imaginemcyt

12. "remember that one time back in highschool you fell in the lake?" "yeah and I prefer you not bringing it up cause it's embarrassing."

13. "I don't see the same person I loved, when I look at you anymore."

14. "why can't you just be honest with me?" "It's complicated, alright!?"

15. “they said never loving someone is a losing game. maybe they were right.”

16. “we don’t get to choose who dies.” ↪ Just a Boy | platonic! c! TommyInnit x Reader - @drowsydreaming

17. “we can share if that's alright with you?”

18. "the view is beautiful, isn't it?" "Yeah you are..." ↪ As The Flowers Bloom, So Do You | c! GeorgeNotFound x Reader - @socially-blue

19. "did you just kiss me?" ↪ Did you Just Kiss Me? | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @imaginemcyt

20. "i didn't realize i was such an inconvenience to you."

21. "did you ever really love me?"

22. "why can't you just move on?" "because I still love you!"

Please tag me in your entries cause I'd love to read all the amazing writings you guys do in your own ways!

Writing Event Tag - #amber's 100 writing event

Event Status - Open!

Deadline - None as of now

Reblogs Appreciated!

Again I want to thank you all for the followers that I gained for you guys enjoying my writing and making the event possible and I love you guys very much!

Happy writing guys!

^^

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[utopiansuspence]

the c! ranboo being a time traveler theory along with the overseers are the endermoms theory is so funny and entertaining to me but also i cannot believe jack manifold makes up 100% of ranboo's moms

[randonowrong]

Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]

A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lord Billiam III (Technoblade):

You are one of his many employees at the estate.

You were an orphan that was brought (bought) by his parents to serve at the estate since their servants kept dying or leaving.

Growing up you were taught how to do household chores by the older servants.

Seeing as you are in the same age range as their son, your masters decided to make you his personal servant.

With how Billiam grew up into an adult, I would assume that he was taught this during his childhood.

His parents were very critical of the social divide between you and their son.

You never forgot the reminders that you were nothing compared to them.

Billiam kept the act his parents wanted whenever he interacted with you in front of them.

But he was always kind and gentle with you compared to the other servants even his parents weren’t present.

He taught you how to read and write, leaving you with his favorite books whenever he had business to attend.

He loved when you ran to him to ask something about the book that you couldn’t understand, or when you didn’t know what a word meant.

This went on for years until his parents caught you in his room reading while he wrote at his study.

He heard them start screaming profanity at you and he ran into his room to see you being dragged by the hair outside.

He walked forward to help you but his father told him to stay because they had to deal with the “filth”.

Months went by without him hearing or seeing you. He assumed the worst, his parents had you killed.

During the period, he refused to have another servant but you.

He acted out against his parents’ orders and started on his path to independence.

He focused on his studies and work so that he could take over the family business and lands so that he can find you.

After a long time, he finally saw you again.

This was when he stayed up late due to managing some family matters and he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

There you were, in the servant’s clothes, on your knees and wiping the floor clean.

“Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to you.

After you heard him you stood up and took a deep bow. “I apologize for disturbing you my lord, I shall leave immediately.”

He had no time to stop you from taking the cleaning supplies and booking it downstairs.

Every future instance where he tried to talk to you was met with profuse apologizing and leaving.

He eventually gave up on interacting with you, as in the few moments that you do, you make it clear you don’t want anything to do with him.

Without his anchor, his tether that kept him humane, he was consumed by the snobbish teachings of the aristocracy.

When his parents finally died, Billiam became the sole owner of the many properties and subsidiaries his parents’ managed.

His cruelty knew no bounds, severely punishing servants who made a slight mistake. Servants...except you.

When the heir became the lord, you had become appointed as the head servant of the estate, in charge of managing and teaching the staff to serve.

Servants would notice the tense air that hung when you and their employer would interact, the casual reports on the happenings at the estate, servants being laid off for mistakes, etc.

The first time you two had conversed without the awkwardness is when a deal he wanted to secure fell through. He was livid, destroying everything in his quarters.

Knowing that any miniscule slight while Billiam was furious would result in severe punishment, you took it upon yourself to fix the room. Deciding to spare the other servants from possible suffering.

When the noise of glass being thrown, tables being flipped, and paintings being torn had ceased, you decided to enter the room and tend to your lord.

Billiam stood by his overturned desk. Shards of glass from the decorations he threw stuck in his bleeding hand. 

“My lord you are injured, please allow me to tend to your wounds.” he tensed after hearing your voice call out to him. 

Turning around he observed the wreckage that he caused, his eyes stopping on your figure holding a rag and setting down a basin of water on the ground.

The room grew silent as you were crouched down and tending to Billiam, no sound threatened to escape from either of you. 

When you finished picking out the shards and cleaning the wounds you stood up with the basin, now colored red, to leave the room when he grabbed your hand “Stop.”

Complying, you stopped in your tracks and faced him. “Yes my lord?”

“I-I...” he clenched his fists, trying to find the right words to tell you.

His mind cleared, he knew what he needed first from you. “I command you to tell me why you were and have been avoiding me!” he shouts, raising his voice.

You sigh, eyes drifting to stare at the floor as your lips open to answer. “It would be best to show you my lord.” you answer, setting down your things, you untie the affixes of your attire.

With the last of the strings untied, you turn around and move your top to expose your back to him. 

His mouth agape, he stared at the lashes on your back, the burn marks, the deep cuts. “Wha-”

“It was your parents, my lord. They did not like it when they saw how close we were.” you added, beginning to fix yourself back up.

You felt him crash into you, pulling you into a tight hug, as his breath fanned your nape. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you feel warm tears fall on your bare neck.

You let him be open with his emotions, as the dam that kept all of the pain in for the past years cracks and floods out. You hear him mumble apology after apology to you.

When his tears falter, you turn around and pull him into a hug. Tangling your hand in his hair and nudging his head into your neck to comfort him.

“Don’t apologize for feeling what you feel.”

His breath hitches as you continue speaking.

“And don’t apologize for loving me.”

That night was spent with Billiam being in your arms as he had wanted to be for years, finally feeling the warmth he did when you were both young.

The next day, your belongings were being moved by the servants outside of your quarters. Under orders from Lord Billiam they answered when you questioned why.

“You will no longer be the head servant, (Y/N).” Billiam stated as he walked towards you accompanied by three maids.

“From now on you shall be mine, the spouse of Lord Billiam III.” he smirked, holding out a hand for you.

You reach out and grab his hand “Yes, my lord.”

Ranbutler (Ranboo):

A fellow servant under the employ of Lord Billiam III.

The both of you were employed on the same day, as your new master needed more servants to manage the happenings around his vast estate.

Ranboo had no time to introduce himself to you as work was immediately shoved upon his shoulders, he would be acting as the personal servant at the side of Lord Billiam.

You, meanwhile, were in charge of managing the storehouse and making sure everything your master needed was in stock.

Life...is hard when serving under an aristocrat, more so under Lord Billiam. 

He was very critical of everything and all he does is done with utmost perfection. Failure wasn’t allowed at his manor.

Thankfully, you were able to adjust easily to your job. Taking walks around the estate to question the denizens of the necessities which were needed. Being able to pick out the most affordable but high quality items.

Which lead to you being one of the few that did not catch the ire of your master. He had even given a sarcastic statement which sounded like a compliment? You were unsure if he was capable of complimenting a mere servant.

When Lord Billiam needed to attend to business away from the city, he left Ranboo in charge of acting in his stead, as one of his closest aides.

Most of the servants breathed a collective sigh of relief when the carriages, carrying your master, had left the confines of the property.

The few servants that stood by the side and watched the others silently knew something.

They couldn’t slack just because he wasn’t here. Lord Billiam has eyes and ears everywhere, so slacking off was something never to be done.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Ranboo walk and stand beside you. “Lord Billiam wants stocks of wine and other refreshments to be present in the cellar by the time he arrives. He specifically instructed to only procure the best, so do not worry about the cost.”

You nod and continue watching the rambunctious bunch of servants. “Of course. I assume Lord Billiam instructed you about that?” you question.

He gives a slight nod and turns to walk back inside the manor leaving you.

The next day, most of the servants had taken it upon themselves to have fun while doing their job. The cooks used ingredients to cook meals for themselves, the cleaners allowing dust and dirt to gather on the furniture.

You took your daily stroll around the place, taking mental notes of whatever the servants you crossed paths with were doing. 

Absentmindedly you bumped into someone’s chest and mumbled a quick “Sorry.”

Looking up you came faced with the trusted aide of your lord. “Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?” he invited, gesturing to the direction of the balcony.

You raise a brow and begin walking with him towards the balcony. In your mind you wonder what his plans may be, knowing Lord Billiam must have trusted him with that.

Arriving at the balcony a gentle breeze blew through your hair as you looked at the table in front of you. An assortment of treats and sweets were laid out, a pot of tea with two cups and saucers present as well.

Ranboo walked to one of the chairs and pulled it out, gesturing for you to take a seat. When you did, he walked to his own and began pouring the hot beverage. 

The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being heard were the chirping of the birds that flew overhead. 

“So...I presume that you are on the same orders as I am?” you break the silence, taking a sip from your cup and staring at him for an answer.

He nods. “Sir Billiam has entrusted me with this job and I must fulfill it dutifully. You must understand so, (Y/N).” he grabs the pot and pours himself another cup. 

“Yes...we must weed out the imperfections that our lord does not need.” you hum, staring at your reflection in the tea. “As our lord’s favored aids, you being publicly known, and I with the others being secret, must serve without fault.”

Your eyes both held a dark gleam, staring at each other with understanding of your orders. “Well, I am thankful for the tea, but I must continue with my work.” you stand and set down your saucer. “I enjoyed our small discussion. I hope to speak with you more in the future, now excuse me.”

The succeeding days were a blur, although your master was absent from the manor, there was still a backlog of work and duties which had to be done. Having to continue observing the other servants, managing deliveries and orders to and from the estate, and making sure your discussion with the butler was kept private.

Oh yes, speaking of the butler. He would be at each of your turns, giving his insight on what sir Billiam would order and keeping the estate running. 

You would catch him in the corner of your eye, staring at you from the shadows. Though this did not faze you as he was just following commands, as was you.

When Lord Billiam III returned a week later all the servants stood outside to receive their Lord. They all stood firmly, heads bowing low, and no noise threatening to escape their lips. “Welcome back my Lord!” you all collectively shout.

You and Ranboo stood at the head of the two lines. Lord Billiam began to stride towards the entrance when he stopped in his tracks. “You two, follow me.” he commanded and continued on his path.

“Yes my lord.” you both answer, raising your heads and following him, keeping a suitable distance. 

Arriving in front of the doors to his quarters, you both took steps forward and opened the double doors and bowing. You could feel the smirk that Sir Billiam held as he walked in, the two of you soon following and closing the doors.

Taking a seat at his study, Billiam put his hands together and set his elbows on the table. “Now, give me a detailed report you two.” he ordered.

You both nodded and gave detailed statements on what happened at the estate in the duration of his absence. Every mistake, every success, every mishap, everything. With him nodding to each explanation.

“I knew picking you two as my personal aides wasn’t a mistake.” he chuckles. “Now leave, I have work to do.” he states, voice turning cold.

In the morning, all the servants were gathered in the main hall. They whispered to one another, wondering about the sudden meeting.

The noises stopped as soon as Lord Billiam stood at the head of the stairs overlooking the foyer, he was followed by two servants, the butler and you. 

“Now, you may all be wondering why I have called you all at such an ungodly hour.” he stated, looking at the servants like ants. “It has come to my attention the problems my estate faces, with regards to all of you.” he continues, taking delight in the looks of fear that some held.

“I hereby relieve you all of your duties, leave at once, I have no need for incompetents who slack around when they believe their master isn’t present.” he seethes, glaring at them, before turning and leaving the room.

You and Ranboo glance at each other as you hear the servants cry, some panic, some running to sort out their departure. No matter, you thought, as the butler put a hand on your shoulder and nodded.

He tugged your arm towards the balcony, a soft smile on his face. “Afternoon tea?”

“I would be glad to have some, Mr. Butler.”

Lord James (Sapnap):

You are a servant in service to Lord James’ family for a long period.

You were present from the beginning of his marriage to his subsequent divorce. Acting as one of his wife’s personal servants, in charge of dressing her and tending to her beck and call.

Having been assigned to her, you were well acquainted with Lord James. Being the one to inform him whenever your lady was unavailable.

Though the first interaction between just you two, not involving or speaking about anyone else happened quite later.

It happened after an argument with his wife, who promptly stormed out of the manor, leaving you with her husband. You felt awkward being left in the same room without your lady. 

You were ready to walk out of the room when you suddenly heard him collapse as he began to sob. 

You crouched down and held him up, comfortingly rubbing his back. You were about to speak when you were pulled into a hug, feeling tears fall on your shirt. 

You stayed on the floor, letting James cry his heart out. You continued rubbing his back but stayed silent.

Once his tears stopped flowing, you helped him stand and walk to his bed.

Turning to leave the room, you were stopped when he grabbed your hand firmly. “Stay.” he softly spoke, tugging you towards the bed.

“My lord, we can’t, what would my lady think-” you protested, worried for yourself and for him, already thinking of the scale of this scandal if word got out.

“I just...want someone to hold me, please.” he pleaded, eyes downcast towards the floor. 

You relented as he brought you into an embrace and pulled you into the bed. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

Within moments, he had fallen asleep, obviously emotionally drained with all the baggage he’d been carrying. You sigh, running a hand through his soft locks. He stirred in his sleep and moved his head closer to your hand.

You stayed there for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you as well. Slowly, you were lulled to sleep with the sound of his breathing...

Awakening, you rubbed your eyes, it was still dark outside possibly nearing daybreak you assumed. Turning your head, you saw Lord James. He still remained clung to your side like a babe.

Although you wanted to stay in the comforts of the soft bed, one which could not be said for your own in the servants’ quarter, you decided to leave before his wife came upon the scene. 

Slowly, you wrung the arm he was hugging from his grasp and stood up from the bed. Fixing your attire you saw as he stirred from his sleep, moving to search for the source of heat that moved away.

You smiled, tugging the blankets over his figure and patting his head one last time before exiting the room.

With a soft click of the door, you scanned the halls, it was empty. You breathed a sigh of relief, it was a good thing no one caught you at this time. You knew what people would assume if they had seen you, a lusty commoner ruins another marriage.

You began your walk towards the servants’ shared quarters, the light of the moon passing through the window lighting your path. 

James awoke the next day, with a blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing you did this. 

He heard a knock at the door “My lord, breakfast has been served and my lady is looking for you.” a servant called out before the clacking of their shoes indicated they walked away.

Sighing, he began to prepare himself for the day, grabbing a new tunic and fixing his disheveled appearance. 

Arriving at the dining hall, he saw servants running around the place, placing plates and utensils on the table. Some were bringing out the food from the kitchens.

Although his eyes drifted immediately to you. You were stood by his wife and listening to the orders she barked at you. With each command earning a nod of acknowledgement from you afterwards.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you and turned to start her meal. You bowed and turned to exit the room when your eyes met James’. You stilled before casting your eyes to the floor and walking out of the hall.

James understood it all too well, once being someone who laughed at the broken marriages of other nobles, caused by them falling prey to their servants’ temptation. He couldn’t laugh, now that he was one of them.

He knew it was wrong though. He was already married, and had a duty to fulfill to his family and wife. While you? You were trying to survive in society, not wanting to be part of any drama.

Snapping out of his trance when his wife called out to him, he sighed and took a seat at the table. Mind still focused on you.

Even though he consummated the marriage and had children with her. His love and yearning for you never faltered. You were by her side every step of their marriage. You took turns with the nannies in watching the children, sometimes being left to care for them when James and his wife went on trips.

Through the years you two did this careful dance. Feathery touches that drifted on your skin for moments before disappearing. Loving glances thrown at each other’s way. The soft tone of his voice when he spoke to you. Though others would think nothing of it, the two of you knew the fragile fantasy going on.

A fragile fantasy that all came crashing down that day.

Screaming could be heard throughout the whole manor, servants stayed quiet and steered away from the room, which you couldn’t really do.

As the personal servant of Lord James’ wife, you stood by the sidelines as they threw words, insults, and the occasional object at each other in their rage.

In her anger she threw one of the decorative stones on the nearby table. Lord James saw it and was able to jump out of the way.

They both stopped when they heard it collide with something else. Turning around, he saw the stone on the floor with blood staining one side of it.

You crouched down from the pain and put a hand on the side of your head, retracting it you could see the red color staining your skin. 

“(Y/N)!” James shouted, running over to help you up when his wife cut in.

“Don’t help that lowly servant! Pay attention to me you bastard! Do you think I wouldn’t notice?!” she shouted.

James paid no mind to her as he caught you in his arms. You had passed out from the blood loss, and probably the concussion on your head.

“Don’t think we aren’t done talking! You still haven’t answered me!” she continued to scream, though her words never reached his ears.

Picking you up he turned and glared at her. “We’ll speak about this tomorrow.” he firmly stated, before walking out and bring you to an empty room so he can tend to you.

You awoke with a headache, it was dark. Sitting up on the bed, you noticed you were one in the spare bedrooms and gripped your forehead as a stinging pain came. Right...you got hit by a rock.

You jumped when you heard the door open. Turning you came faced with Lord James, the upper buttons of his shirt being undone and a hand running through his hair.

He opened his eyes and met yours, then he scrambled towards you. “Are you okay? Is there still pain? Do you want me to call the physician?”

“Please do not worry yourself over me my lord.” you answered, wanting to keep the formality of the situation. Standing up from the bed you put your hand over his, which was placed on the side of your head. 

“I- uh yes.” he coughed, retracting his hand and putting them by his side. “I’m sorry about that, you didn’t need to get caught up in our argument.” 

Your eyes widened, your lady must be looking for you right now. “Excuse me, my lord.” you stated in panic, patting yourself down to look presentable before running out of the room.

“No need, she’s gone.” you heard James state as you stopped in your tracks. “Our divorce will be finalized in a few days, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me or you anymore.”

Thoughts raced through your mind, does she know about the incident, what would happen to you if she did. Your breathing picked up as you stilled.

James brought you into an embrace, your back hitting his chest as he dipped his head into the top of your head and inhaled. Your hair smelled lovely, comparable to that of other noble ladies. He shut the door, wanting to keep the privacy between you two.

“My lord, we shouldn’t it isn’t proper.” you stated, keeping firm on the fact you wanted to preserve not only your reputation but more importantly his.

“I don’t care.”

“But what would others think?”

“I don’t care.” he firmly stated, turning you around and pushing you against the wall.

“For years I’ve kept these feelings inside and now that there isn’t anything stopping me, I can finally express these repressed emotions.” he continued.

“I...I...-” he trailed.

“I command you to love me!” he shouted. trapping you against the wall with his forehead touching your own. 

You sigh in defeat and finally relent, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I already do, my lord.”

[bistaxx]

I love how pretty much my ideal ending for all the characters I care for basically boils down to "I hope they are able to love themselves and be able to love to being alive again without any sort of fear"

and then theres c!Karl where I just go "I hope he kills God"

[years-of-minecraft]

Y’know what would be super cute?

Karl brings Ranbob back with him instead of leaving him alone in Mizu.

Think about it

Ranbob is this awkward, socially unaware character who is brought back to the time where all of these people that he’s been researching all his life are alive

He has to face the fact that all of his research is so completely and utterly screwed and wrong (it only sends him into a slight break down)

“What do you mean George was only king for two weeks?!”

Karl has to explain how this random kid suddenly appeared and “No Sapnap, I didn’t adopt him, that’d be ridiculous!”

Later: “Okay maybe I did adopt him...”

Then there’s the fact that Karl and Ranbob have to convince Ranboo that this random kid totally isn’t your descendant what ever could have possibly made you think something like that-

Some how it works

Then, throw in some Immortal Dream in for flavor and it’s just a jolly ol’ time!

[floja-draw]

C!Karl's Room

Ive imagined c!Karl's room, if you look close you can see all the little "easter egg" of the tales of the smp

dont mind my signature where i put my instagram

[simply-m-a-d]

the real mvp is whoever decided to add subtitles for DreamXD’s dialogues. I love my mans but I lose braincells every time trying to understand whatever the heck he’s saying.

[pixilatedbees]

ash’s little ‘wait’s’ when he thought zachary was dead broke my heart. they were so small and filled with sadness and he even hit him to see if he was actually dead, not believing it, and the angst-

[sussyamogusnutz]

"tftsmp is clout chasing"

the definition of clout-chasing is when someone takes something and puts absolutely no effort in it, just because they want to be popular.

karl took the dsmp and actually puts fucking effort into his lore.

if you think the writing is choppy and shoddy and only the raw concepts are okay, then i have news for you, the entire DSMP lore is also like this, improvised and just for FUN. just say you have bias and go

[milqueandsugar]

🏵 A Bountiful Harvest PT 2 🏵

Warning(s): robbery, cannibalism, violence, mugging, mild sexism, mentions of injury/violence, physical assualt

Character(s): Crops

The thunderous voice of the man behind the bar caught you off gaurd, a quiet gasp escaping your throat. Cursing yourself for forgetting your manners you forced a nervous smile to your lips. "Hello" you greet, you waited a few moments for him to continue conversation. But it seemed his initial greeting was an act of manners and not interest in you or your business. Which was fair, you'd say with your dishevelled hair and clothes you wouldn't want to spark conversation with you either.

After a few painfully awkward moments you cracked and found yourself wandering towards the rather grimy looking chairs. Your arms still ached from unpacking all the shipments of soil a couple days ago, and you swore you did something to your back. With your lates injury as well you really began to wish this town had a proper doctor.

Taking a seat closest to the cell, it was the cleanest one, you wait patiently for the sherrif. As patiently as you could for a woman who's had the worst two days of her life. Feeling lingering eyes on yourself you turn your attention back to the man in the cell. "Is it usually so empty around here?" You humm, biting back the more foul words that came to mind when describing the place.

From sat in the corner he visibly perked up a bit, letting out a slight hum. "Its never empty" he stated matter of factly. Playing with what looked to be beef jerky in his hands. The man piqued your interest to say the least. Everyone in this town seemed like they had an opinion, or something to say. But he didn't, he spoke when spoken too. Admittedly it was a nice break.

Your interest however didn't make the statement any less startling. You guessed the town must be filled with ruffians if the Jailhouse never empty. As much as you'd rather be banging on the walls for some sort of attention you didn't want to get into a fit with the Sherrif already. So you bit your tongue, and you waited.

"I don't believe I ever caught your name, sir?" You lead on, figuring you might be here for a while it might do you some good to make friends. Or at least a friend.

The man shifts on the barrel he was sitting on, turning his attention close to you as a slight rumble escaped his throat. The man had a strange aura, like the feeling you get when told scary stories, what was it called again..?

"Crops"

Oh right, creepy. That's the word to describe everything about this man. From his steely blue eyes and unnaturally sharp incisors, even the name was eerily unfitting.

Crops.

Like the cannibal you had been told ghost stories about. The man rumored to be let out of the jail to deal with certain citizens. The man that supposedly cleared this town. You thought it was a joke at first. But now you were talking to him, goose bumps ran up your skin as he inched closer to you.

"And yours, Mrs?"

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you Crops" you know better then to anger a man who could easily have your life in his hands in a day or two. So swallowing your fear, and blinking away the premature tears in your eyes you gave him a friendly smile.

"How'd you get hurt?" He inquired his eyes seeming fixated on yours. How did he... how did he know? Your confusion must have been clear on your face as he spoke up. "You smell of blood".

Oh god he could smell your blood, nervously you finally tore your eyes from his, choosing instead to stare at the floor boards under foot. Counting the grains in a pathetic attempt to calm your nerves. "I uh, I was mugged the other day. I got stabbed in the process" you explain as vaguely as possible. Seeing as the man was in the same room the Sherrif would be speaking to you in it's easy to assume he would soon get all the details. But for now he didn't need to know everything . He didn't need to know anything about you.

Slowly he nodded, it didn't seem like new news for him and thata what startled you the most. "It's best to stay out of their way" he spoke nonchalantly. Like they were just some immature drivers or some drunkards. Like this was normal. "Everyone's been saying that but it's a bit harder when they come to your front door" you sigh. The people here were friendly, strange but mostly friendly. However they seemed to hold either cowardice or were extremely condescending. You hoped it was because you were new to town, not that you were a woman.

The man- er, Crops however seemed to lack these qualities. Any qualities really, he spoke like he was simply pointing something out, or repeating information told to him. Everything about him was so alien and unnerving. The way he seemed so fixated on your abdomen, the way the occasional growl erupted from his throat when something seemed to upset him. You were beginning to sound like a broken record at this point.

"I think you need to redo your stitches" He observed, gesturing loosely to yourself. With furrowed brows you glanced down, the tiniest droplets of red beginning to seep through your new dress. Had you been so frightened by the man you hadn't realized you had popped a stitch? Your grip on the hem of your skirt tightened as you noticed Crops stepping ever closer to you, pressing against the bars.

Before either of you could say anything you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Turning you felt relief run over your mind as you spotted the sheriff. However that relief was quickly snuffed out as you got a better look at the man.

He was drunk.

Not tipsy, not hungover, drunk. By the looks of it plastered as well. You practically felt your face drop.

"Could I help you miss? You know I'm not the physician, correct?" The taller spoke in a way that indicated tiredness. He slurred his words and rolled his r's in a peculiar way that seemed native to this town. Everything about both the man and the town was peculiar, guess it would be a shocker to see him anywhere outside of this shit hole.

His clothes were even more so disheveled then yours, his hat seated crooked on his strawberry blonde locks and stubble grew in patches lining his chin. Even a cigar hung from his lips to complete the ensemble.

"No, I know, I'm here to report a crime? Not to see the doctor" you reason getting to tour feet to greet the man, though he merely rolled his eyes at your extended hand. "Report a crime you say? What happened Hun?" He slurred. Nervously glancing back at Crops, who now seemed much more interest in his nails, you lowered your voice as you spoke. "Should we be talking in front of a prisoner-".

The sheriff's almost mocking laughter rang out around the room, catching you a but off guard. "Oh Crops? Anything you can tell me you can tell Crops, he knows everything about everyone in this town, dont you?" Thompson assured. But no confirmation came from the black haired man stood behind the decrepit looking bars. "Not much of a talker" Thompson dismissed with a wave of his hand.

Passing a glance Crops' way you couldn't help but hum along. He seemed pretty talkative with you? Maybe that wasn't the right word, but he would at least acknowledge your existence. To be fair, if you had to be with Thompson for more then an hour you'd probably be just about the same way.

"Now sugar, tell me what happened ".