#this is the only smp where he was taken seriously

[paragal]

Day 7: 30-Day SMP Jack my evil little communist dictator

[bleue-flora]

Now after covering the past events, Dream references in the finale [here] it is perhaps only fair I also cover what Tommy says, specifically this line which I feel like we don’t talk about enough.

[28:17] Tommy: “The first day I’m here what do you do, you fucking banned me! You send to me to the Antarctica!”

Because the thing is, Tommy could've been just referencing Dream trying to banish him as his sentence after killing George and breaking the rules [17:05]. A sentence, Tommy blatantly ignores and doesn't follow instead going on to break even more rules and public property.

But his highlight of Antarctica means he's referring to Dream's attempts after just trying to force him to leave, where he straight up teleports Tommy 1,000 blocks away to the artic - making Dream's op power of teleportation canon.

Even further, Dream /gives Tommy many beds [clip of one example] so he will set his spawn and stay in his banishment in the artic because he continued to kill himself to end up at spawn again (huh and suddenly Dream's surveillance during Exile makes so much more sense...) - meaning that Dream can /give people items canonically.

After this, Dream does literally ban Tommy from the server.

And given that it is something he does to Schlatt later it does seem to be implied that - banning too is canonical. In fact, in the later stream that begins the disc wars, he even threatens to do the same thing to Sapnap - [50:18] Dream: “You’ll be banned for a week–” (should he burn Alyssa's house down) which given it's a threat that’s taken seriously and he's using it to enforce rules in a canonical war, I'd say that it counts as lore.

Dream’s op is canon.

Tommy’s words in the finale make not only getting banned, but also getting teleported to Antarctica lore, which means Dream is canonically op-ed or at the very least able to /tp, /give and /ban and like do we even realize how big that is? What that means? It implies that from the beginning, Dream has access to commands, presumably all commands or at least a bunch of commands… and oh how that paints lore in a whole new light…

Dream, I have so many questions…

[tubbytarchia]

want to hear your thoughts on jimmy and joel. all your thoughts. all of them. across universes.

You ask you shall receive. I love them a lot

I can see them as a ship (and no Joel white knight can come at me when those two frequently engage in questionable exchanges) but mostly I see them as best friends with a brotherly bond. Joel is kinda similar to Martyn to me when thinking of Jimmy, where he's always been there and taken him for who he is and just fucked around, carefree. He's a mean bean but his banter doesn't give off maliciousness, to me he hasn't ever seemed as overstepping and making Jimmy genuinely upset

Unfortunately ESMP2 happened and it really pains me how much Joel drove the "toy Jimmy" bit into the ground, resulting in all the seriousness that Jimmy wasn't ever offered. Maybe Jimmy wouldn't have become as much of a joke as he was were it not for Joel. Maybe it would have all hurt a bit less if Joel hadn't built massive walls around Tumble Town. This does pain me always, but you know what, at least "bullying Jimmy" is not his shtick that he needs to rely on throughout various SMPs as much as it feels like certain other people do. He decided to lean into it this once wirh some thought that wasn't just "haha Jimmy sux!!" but unfortunately it devolved and absolutely everyone went along with his bit. But as far as Joel goes, from a brotherly sort of friendship perspective especially, this kind of teasing and banter is more excusable than it would be within a romantic ship etc, but regardless it still pains me lol

Aside from that though, they're buds... Joel I don't think could ever comfort Jimmy in any decent way just because of being the rabid creature that he is, even if he were to know of and understand Jimmy's horrors (to the best of his ability). But what matters is that he cares... He doesn't ever express this outwardly but he cares and that makes me happy and enjoy them as a duo. Things like how in Limited Life he really wanted to help Jimmy get some time to stay in the game longer and his downward red life spiral pretty much beginning with Jimmy's death. How in Secret Life he expresses confidence in Jimmy having his back, and how in spite of his anguish after Lizzie's death, he doesn't say anything to ruin Jimmy's fun upon him not being the first one out. Even when Jimmy's not there, all he says is "Jimmy's gloating about it, which is a weird thing to gloat about? But we have to give him every little win, don't we"

Also in 3rd Life, Jimmy kind of jokingly (I guess??) left a sign on Joel's property that just said "I miss you - Love from Solidarity" and I never stop thinking about it. It pains me a lot, especially when that came before the FH ordeal kicked into proper gear. It honestly reads like one last effort to get away from something awful that he's anticipating, for someone to help? Something something canary, he's sensing the danger. But Joel is stupid lol and I can't blame him for not paying that sign any mind. Anyway this is a stretch I just. I never stop thinking about it.........this reads like a cry for help..........

It genuinely surprises me when I think back to the traffic series' and realize how little Joel has made fun of Jimmy. Sure he laughs, with him it's more excusable because of their friendship, and yet somehow he doesn't make a fool of or comment on Jimmy's reputation as much as some others do. He doesn't seem to think Jimmy to be notably incompetent like some of the others do. Can't say too much on other SMPs because I've seen very little of them but the vibes seem to be more or less same. I love them a lot anon, I love them a lot... Joel, for a change, is someone Jimmy deserves (because he deserves someone who cares) and is fortunate to have, if only it weren't for all the unrelenting horrors that Joel can't really help with in any case. Pensive

[tyxaar-fics]

I wrote a thing vaguely based on Scar’s tweets recounting Grian’s fishing addiction lol.

Fishing spot

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: GoodTimesWithScar & Cubfan135, Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135 & Grian Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, Cubfan135

If there was anyone who knew what being possessed looked like, it was Hermitcraft's resident Vex population.

"He's still at it, still fishing."

Scar adjusted his binoculars from his perch atop Magic Mountain, eying up where his friend stood unmoving by the inlet. He'd been at it for weeks now, the last break Grian took was to build a little pier space for more fishing, and it was around that point that his suspicions got strong enough to warrant a proper investigation. So, he called in Cub for company.

"That makes it... three days at this point, three days of fishing without breaks. No sleeping, either." Cub muttered as he made a note in a little chart they were putting together. Scar didn't think it was needed, but a record didn't hurt he supposed.

Grian pulled in something, a salmon? Certainly a fish of some kind, and dumped it in a barrel before throwing his cast again. Some of their friends occasionally joined him in his fishing, (Gem seemed strangely into it as well, something else to investigate.) but other than that, everyone was running around, making traps, mining, and were just generally too busy feeling the high of a new world to really notice just how strange and off-seeming Grian was being. Even when he wasn't fishing, he seemed to itch to go back to it, a weird pull towards the ocean. He always carried his rod and tackle box around now.

Scar put the binoculars down and rubbed his eyes, he probably shouldn't stare through them for so long, but this was fascinating.

"I told you Cub, he's possessed! Do you think whatever's got him is also behind Big Salmon?"

That got an eyeroll out of his friend. "Nah man that’s just a joke that got out of hand." 

"Well, that’s just what Big Salmon wants you to think."

Cub chuckled slightly at the comeback, leaning back on the grassy cliff.

"That's some definite possession right there though. He seems to have some partial control in more lucid moments, but the ocean’s got him good."

Scar blew a cherry petal from his nose and flopped down on the grass as well. 

"I told you the fishing wasn't normal. You know Cub, I'm surprised you're not trying to get your claws on whatever's got theirs in Grian given your track record.”

As they chatted absentmindedly on the mountaintop, it occurred to Scar that anyone else would probably be taking the situation more seriously. After all, a friend of theirs had been possessed by some strange entity binding him to the ocean and it clearly didn't care about Grian's wellbeing, given that he hadn't slept in three days and only ate raw fish. Every part of this should be concerning.

But, Scar and Cub were exactly the wrong people to get concerned. After all, it'd been years since their Pact with the Vex and those first couple times waking up 500 blocks from their beds and panicking, and the feeling of giving in to the Hunger when it got too much… It was old news, that. The Convex were intimately familiar with the feeling of drifting to the back of your head and letting something else take your body and mind for itself, as well as the strange empty euphoria that came with it. Eventually, they just... got used to being possessed every now and again. It was just how life came and went now. Perhaps it was why Scar so eagerly gave in to the Boogey curse and red haze when they came during the games.

"Fishing is fun, but I’m good. I also don’t think the Vex would like me to be taken by the ocean." Cub gave another eyeroll and went back to reading through their Grian fishing notes again.

There was an argument to be made that his fellow Vex had gotten addicted to it, the feeling of being possessed. He denied it, but Scar knew better than most. After all, he seemed positively eager to let himself be taken by the Skulk, the infection spreading and taking root far quicker than one would expect. And a similar situation also happened with the Pharaoh. Not even mentioning that when Demise came both times Cub went overboard, he gave in to the violence and the traps. Scar could practically feel the buzzing bloodied magic wrapping its claws around his friend's mind.

Regardless, this wasn’t them this time, it was Grian. He was new to the whole thing. Scar frowned slightly and sat back up to take another look at his angler friend.

”Do you think we should be more worried?”

”Hm?” Cub paused his note-taking to glance over.

“Do you think we should be worried that Grian’s possessed?” He waved towards the pier, where Grian was busy reeling in a particularly stubborn catch. ”I mean, it doesn’t seem to be taking good care of his body.”

Cub seemed to take some pause and consider that fact, staring at Grian for a few seconds. “Uuh maybe? I dunno how worried we should be, Scar. If he gets that enchantment he wants and doesn’t stop the fishing it might be good to intervene.”

He gave a nod in agreement. ”Sounds like a plan.”

Scar then flopped back down on the cherry-scattered grass, letting the sun dance through the petals falling on his face and taking in the soft evening light. Cub and him would continue their watch from from atop the cliff and keep an eye on any developments for a while. Although, now seemed like a perfect time for a nap amongst the blossoms.

After all, it’s rude to try and take away what something else had claimed for itself. The ocean could keep Grian for now.

[xerith-42]

Actually legit not even a joke I think I sit in my home and think about C!Dream and everything he could've been at least once per day. It's such a frequent train of thought for me I've gone down so many times and I always end up somewhere new and beautiful.

(also I'm gonna call the character Dream and refer to the content creator as Clay cause I hate typing out the tags before hand)

Cause like. Listen. A character like Dream can really work in any story if handled right. And he really could have worked in the SMP as a force of unrecognized unmitigated chaos with seemingly no end or way to control it. He did do that for a while but there was something externally, something outside of the narrative that never let his arc be realized.

While a lot of stuff influenced DSMP arcs in weird ways outside of the narrative (scheduling, drama, literally not knowing where the story was going), the worst offender has to be how much potential Dream could have had if Clay was willing to let go of his ego and be cyber bullied more.

Okay hear me out--

Dream is an asshole. We can all agree on this, right? He sucks, he's a shitty person who did awful things for seemingly no reason, a mad man desperately holding onto power and control because it's all he has in a world literally of his own making. The key to having a character who sucks this hard in your story is to have them be properly humbled.

The issue is that Clay, almost as a reflection of his character, refused to be humble. He seemingly always had to be in the right, his character always had to have a way out of situations, and if we take his word on it, Dream planned out everything.

But that's just. Not entertaining.

You wanna know what is entertaining?

Techno bullying Dream.

I'm so serious when I say the Prison Podcast might be my favorite individual DSMP stream. Dream keeps always trying to hold onto power both physically and psychologically, and it keeps failing because Techno is right there, being stronger than him in both regards without even trying.

When Dream is always beating everyone down and making them miserable we need scenes of the same happening to him and the only character to ever do that was Techno. Techno was so good at bullying Dream that 80% of their interactions were just him bulling Dream. Which is a needed contrast to show that as much of a manipulative little fuck Dream is, he's not immune to the very torment he puts others through.

He too is not above judgment, and the person judging him has kicked his ass in the past that he's known as one of the few people who's ever defeated Dream and considered his top competitor. And the best part is that Techno doesn't care even a little! He bullies Dream like it's breathing because Dream really is that easy to ridicule the minute he doesn't have power over someone.

Dream's such a loser that it's always fun to watch someone clown on him. The DSMP needed more moments where Techno or even other characters got to absolutely clown on Dream unchallenged. It would make his antics far more bearable and also his constant need to push against Techno's bullying is a revealing thing about his character but that's a whole other post.

Needless to say, Dream being bullied would be beneficial to the SMP also in terms of balancing out the comedy. Dream, despite being really funny sometimes, has a hard time being comedic once he starts being taken so fuckin seriously all the time. And his actions carry weight, I don't want to diminish that, I just want someone in the story to belittle him for everything he's ever done.

But I mean... We all know Clay wasn't going to let too much of that happen. Which is a damn shame.

Shout out to the timeline where the prison podcast was actually a subathon that went on until Phil checked on the stream and let Techno out of prison, I hope you guys know how good you have it.

[kiwibirdlafayette]

you heard of the kites and nightingales, kestrels and herons... but little do you know, another faction hides in the caves and unseen crevices of the faction isles...

I've been brainrotting about a Krimson Krakens (+ mianite pirates and Tom because I do what I want) cameo in Pirates SMP, so have some worldbuilding and lore ideas! Of course, all for fun, moreso an AU/Headcanon than anything, not meant to be taken seriously at all :] If it turns into anything more, cool beans, but for now! I'm just vibing

(Made in collaboration with @kaye-memer-kurrentvertz who helped with the Dave, Krinios and Krakens dynamic stuffs :D)

Little prologue and ficlet below the cut; Enjoy!

Meet the Krimson Krakens.

Comprised of mystical and mysterious individuals- some of more human in appearance than others- no one is sure when this faction formed. Unlike the others, it holds no precedence over the many generations of pirates in these Isles, nor is their presence heard of other then in whispers between pirates across the land.

Carrying with them an infamous reputation of a crew like a Kraken; in search of breaking curses, solving the mysteries of the Isles. Who would find their target and take it over like tentacles wrapping around a ship reaching into its deepest corners until they've found what they're looking for, no stone left unturned in their wake.

The crew is headed by the elusive Captain Kara Corvus, adorned by many snakes upon her shoulders, and Captain Jordan Sparklez of draconic origins; the latter said to have begun life in the End, given humanity by a deity and brought into the Overworld as a curse. While they bicker a lot sometimes, they are a powerhouse of a duo who know each other very well, being a force to reckoned with especially while wielding their respective weapons- Kara's ruby-adorned Leviathan Blade and Jordan's unbreakable enchanted prismarine trident with a name in Enderian spoken only once ever by the deity that crafted it

But they by no means hold any sort of superiority over the others, for like Nightingales, they value friendship and comradery over power over one another. By their side is the former Kestrel cyclops Krinios- a man with a keen eye for treasure and an ability to loot a ship in the heat of battle which has been considered unmatched, only having been caught a few times. - and Dave Krtzy, a fighter from a bloodline stretching generations in the Kites who broke it to join the Krakens. A master with any melee weapon he can get his hands on, he's usually the first to jump into battle, and if someone's in danger, his waterman abilities come into play.

However, while these four make up the core of the Krakens they are not alone in their adventures, and have picked up other friends along the way

Joining them are the Dulahann siblings, Katherine "Capsize" and Redbeard (his birth name has been all but forgotten by the others) and family friend Rupert, a skeleton reborn from an island of purple goo who gained sentience thanks to Capsize's mother. The Dine-at-Night is their family's tavern-BnB that was expanded into a base of operations after the trio met Jordan, who one day washed up on the beach with little memory of where he came from- and sort of became his family. While not a Captain in this universe, she still takes up a leadership role of her own right in being rather good with a sword, solving mysteries, collecting evidence and giving the realest advice to both friends and passing bar patrons. Red's a little more loose headed but alongside Rupert is a skilled ship engineer, and the guy to go to if the boat's got a leak or a steering system has gone awry. Not much is known about Rupert besides him being known to be a jack of all trades, a powerful asset to have onboard. He has said to have had said he has a claim to fame in his past life before dying on the taint-covered island, but has yet to share it with anyone..

The most recent member to join them is the undead Tom Syndicate, a blue-haired zombie with an explosive personality and fighting style, who had been known to frequent taverns across the Isle. Having once belonged to a rival independent crew of the Krakens, rumor has it that he betrayed them after years of mistreatment, turning instead to choose to join Cpt. Sparklez out of admiration and perhaps a kind of affection that turned romantic over the years (to the point of claiming to be married to the captain, no one knows for sure how true this is). Despite coming from a very different background than the others, including a lost memory of who he was before he had been zombified he fits in quite well, his willingness to jump into battle like a cannonball flying through the air and explode on enemies without second thought brings a certain chaos to the Krakens that they have accepted wholeheartedly.

While their ship is stored away in a sea cliff hidden behind a waterfall somewhere on the island, the tunnel system leading there from beneath the Dine-at-Night, the Krakens enjoy a relaxing life on land, chilling at their tavern base of operations, or being a living legend amongst the other inhabitants, familiar but unfamiliar faces in the crowd. Some have started to believe that their swashbuckling days are few far between in the lack of comings and goings since the new recruits have arrived, but contrary to that they still have been traversing under cover of night to seek out what darkness could be brewing just around the corner. From the growing amount of purple in Rupert's hair to a sudden glow of the rusted coin around Dave's neck the Krakens have had their suspicions for a while....

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"Oi! Ye heard what happened?"

Jordan jolts awake off the bar when the bottom of a mug hits against his shoulder. He glares at the Scottish accented, freckled face that passes him, an eyebrow raised.

"No... Heard what Kat?" He grovels, and sits up a little straighter, turning to check the time. 1am. He rests his hand under his chin, hoping that propping it up would keep him awake for the time being. "It better be important, I was having a nice dream for once in my life."

Capsize rolls her eyes. "I don't think that's all gonna matter all that much one ye hear about what I heard today."

He eyes her cautiously as sets the mug she was drying down on the bar. There were a number of things that she could be alluding to, from their own personal affairs, to Tom causing trouble at the Heron's base to something as drastic as their ship had been stolen, or worse burnt to the ground. He hoped it wasn't the last one, but even if it was, he and Kara had a contingency plan.

He murmurs. "I mean maybe... what'd you hear?"

She sits down on a stool across from him, folding her hands together. "The Factioning was a few days ago, right?" She waits for him to nod in response, ensuring that she had the dragon's full attention. "Turns out, that's not the only thing that happened that day. Something calls them out to the Isle to the north, spoken through the recruitment officer."

"The fox man? He told them to go?"

"From the looks of it, yeah." She fiddled with her bracelet, the clacking of the beads breaking through the ambient sound of distant ocean waves and the crackle of torchlight. "I mean, I wasn't there so what would I know. for sure, but they listened."

Jordan shrugs. "I mean PK's a trustworthy guy, I'd probably go if he told me to."

"Yeah, well you'd trust Tom if he told you to walk the plank, I'm not surprised." Despite her little quip, Capsize's face becomes more serious solemn in expression and her voice lowers. "I don't think they were meant to because turns out, twenty-four of them went over there, two of them didn't come back. Kestrels and Kites apparently both lost a member of their faction."

"... Like they stayed? Why would anyone wanna hang out at the wasteland, there's nothing there but-"

"Jordan. They died."

A gust of wind howls outside through the barely cracked windows, the flame within the lantern beside her flickering briefly twice.

The wings on the captain's back droop slowly downward as he lowers his hand onto the bar crouching over ever so slightly. "Died? From what, the island?"

"I don't know, but from what it sounds like. Yeah." She gulps. "One get taken away on a boat.. of sorts? The other follows and lands onto the island probably to chase after their friend, and never comes back."

Jordan feels his heart drop further down into his chest. He finds himself fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, already a million possibilities running through his head "Did they get a look at who took the first one away, at least? So there's somewhere to start?"

"All that I was told is that they were dressed in robes. Could've been a cult, bandits in disguise, ghosts for all I know- Not much to go off of." She solemnly runs her hand through her hair, reaching to untie her bandana allowing her bangs to fall into her face. "It's a feckin' shame really... after all these years. I didn't think anything of that damn accursed land would ever come back. Because here I thought they'd be able to recover properly this time, not let whatever still lingers take back over."

A glaze falls over Jordan's expression. Memories of dried violet entrails wrapping around buildings, skeletons not unlike in appearance to Rupert buried in the masses of warped wood and sunken docks. Wind howled over the tops of the valleys and mountains carved out, through temples that had been thought to be abandoned for centuries. The time he, Kara, Red and Dave travelled there in search of another medallion there was a certain eerie silence, the sign of a land that no longer had any visible, breathing life to it, but remained haunted by all that came before, and all that was yet to come.

Jordan furrowed his eyebrows together. "That means… the island's alive again?"

Capsize nodded. "Aye. The island is alive again."

[mcyt-peach]

Okay I just have this idea in my head🙈 Dream, Wilbur or Karl admiring the reader (idk like on the stream) who is the author of the new fantasy bestsellers, and just gushing about it (maybe in the dono or on reader’s twitter they would be like “Thanks I love your work too ;) “

Haha ok i just love the idea😅🥺

dream, karl and wilbur getting attention from author!reader

⋆｡˚ summary: Dream, Karl and Wilbur send some praise to an author who inspired them, but are surprised to receive to get a response

⋆｡˚ including: cc!dream, cc!karl and cc!wilbur

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns

⋆｡˚ note: this was seriously so cute nonnie!!! I loved coming u with these headcanons :)

Dream

Dream can’t help but brag about his accomplishments and while some may see him as cocky, he really just enjoys sharing how far he’s come

on one of his common twitter benders, he reminisced on the journey the Dream SMP has taken

he thanked his fans for their support and went on to praise the other members who made his success possible

what his followers weren’t expecting was the name of a fantasy author to pop up among his ‘special thanks’ post

“You may never read this, but to Y/n L/n, thank you. Your books have always been an inspiration to me and I’ll never forget your writing. Your stories from the villain's point of view will always be the reason I chose to be “the bad guy” in my own story.”

needless to say, twitter was shocked

without realizing it, he’d dropped a bombshell on your community and his

people were tagging you left and right, trying to get your attention

only an hour later, Sapnap’s busting in through the door, telling Dream to check twitter

he sighs, expecting some sort of drama or canceling, but is more than surprised to see you responding to his tweet

“Someone pinch me, I think I’m dreaming! Can’t believe genius, millionaire Dream thinks my work is anywhere near as good as his world building <3”

he just sets his phone down and covers his face with his hands

he can’t even tell Sapnap off when he says “Man you’re such a simp.”

Karl

Karl had started up stream with the intention of announcing a new season of Tales of the SMP

this inevitably led to people trying to sneak any information they could out of him

who’s going to be in the new season? will Karl lose his memory completely?

you get the jist

he tries to keep as much as he can secret, only answering questions that won’t give too much away

finally he finds a question he likes and lights up

“What inspired my series? That’s a good question! I’m not sure if you guys will know them, but there’s this book by Y/n L/n.”

he goes on to describe one of your earlier novels, where the main character travels through time and struggles with the realities they’re pushed into

it’s been about 5 minutes and he’s still gushing about your writing style

suddenly chat starts speeding by and Karl has no clue you joined until you donate

“Did THE Karl Jacobs of Tales of the SMP just compliment MY work!!! Chat, catch me, I’m swooning.”

the text to speech ends and he’s just staring

wide eyed, jaw on the floor, totally stunned that you were here, watching him

within seconds, he’s giggling and covering his face

“What the honk! How long were you here for?” he hopes you didn’t hear all his ramblings

another dono comes in “Long enough to hear you say such sweet things :)”

Wilbur

while filming Anthony Padilla’s “I spent a day with WILBUR SOOT” video, Wilbur knew there would be lots of questions for him to answer

he went into his music and content, even dipping a bit into his personal life

though he was expecting to talk about his role on the Dream SMP, he was surprised to be asked about his writing process and style instead of the usual questions

“Well, I suppose a lot of my early work was influenced by this wonderful author, Y/n L/n. They write a lot of historical fiction, but with a sort of fantasy element in it. It actually helped me figure out how to use canon lives effectively instead of just pretending characters never die.”

“Sounds like you’re a big fan!” Wilbur only met the comment with a smile, before they moved on to more questions

he didn’t think much of the interaction

in fact, he didn’t think about it at all until the video was released

Wilbur had joined a call with Phil, hoping to have a chill stream before he tucked in for the night

a strange donation came in, alluding to his earlier rant about your work

Phil chimes in too, teasing Wilbur about your response

“What? We’ve never talked before, Phil. I’m just a fan?”

“Mate, they literally just tweeted about you.”

quickly pulling up the app on his phone, he searched for your profile

the latest tweet read “Nearly died when I heard him say my name in Anthony’s video. Can’t believe the guy who made half of the Dream SMP lore is complementing little old me! I’m glad this is a tweet, or I’d be blushing up a storm.”

some of the viewers think the stream’s lagging with how still Wilbur is, just staring at his phone

he looks up to see the messages being sent in, but quickly gets embarrassed and turns to another monitor

“Shut up, chat, I am not turning red.”

[thespoonisvictory]

The Exile Problem, essentially

The Exile Arc is considered far and away one of the best arcs of the dsmp, which I completely agree with. It is most definitely the strongest arc of s2 and shows off some of the best features the dsmp has to offer: fucking with a sense of time via daily twitch streams, a sense of dread even through comedic relief, shockingly good improv, and Tommy’s shaky breath. 

The core of the issue with it, however, is what comes after. You see, the fundamental plot thread that hold exile together, the one that is the thematic basis and sets up a problem that is resolved in the disc finale, is this: nobody cares about Tommy Innit.

P1: Why Season 2 Works

Well, they do care. But not more than Dream cares about stopping them from doing that. Not more than they care about their own problems. And for exile, that works! The main players who would go after Tommy are taken out of commission: Techno is on bad terms with him, Tubbo has a number of logical pre-established reasons, and Wilbur is literally dead. Everyone else cares for Tommy, but not enough to check up on him when it was assumed he was fine, or when they thought maybe he deserved a bit of time away and didn’t understand the full situation.

The plot works. It makes sense.

Following this, Tommy’s inability to talk about it to Techno is logical, and Techno’s refusal to acknowledge the extent of it staring him in the face is plausible. While it likely wasn’t an intentional flaw on cc!Techno’s end, c!Techno choosing to ignore it so he would not have to adjust his world view is quite spicy. Through a variety of plot threads, no one else takes Tommy quite seriously enough either, and then Doomsday happens, and it’s all functional. Some of the characters might seem a little stubborn or oblivious, but because this is necessary for the plot to function, we nod and move on.

What we don’t want, is for the characters to be cognizant of how awful Dream is, the extent to which he was power hungry and abusive, and then nod their heads and move on. Because that turns characters from morally gray to pretty fucking reprehensible really fast. It is one thing to be a little bit silly, and another to be fully aware of the danger a person poses to not only other people but free will and the server as a whole, and side against the kid he abused. (This is foreshadowing)

The disc finale happens, and while I have my qualms with it, it gets what it needs to across: people do in fact care about Tommy Innit. When the chips are down, the majority of the server backed him when it came to it, and helped Tommy finally score what appeared to be a victory against Dream. They saw firsthand how he treated Tommy and Tubbo, and the existence of the vault, and all agreed that death would be best (later modified to life in prison).

This upholds the general principle of the server: these people are morally grey, but they aren’t awful. Deep down, people want to help each other, want community, and it is this truth that lets the dream smp continue to be a relatively hopeful place that isn’t just grimdark suffering. Even with the atrocities of exile behind them, when Dream’s work was exposed to the light, it showed that the will of the people was enough to contain him. Everything has damages, Wilbur saves Niki at the festival, Ghostboo gives Tubbo a flower, Eret apologizes et etc. The inherent goodness of human nature. Hooray. 

However, problems soon arise

P2: Why After Season 2 Doesn’t Work

After the ending of exile and plots like the Syndicates plan to break out Dream begin to form, something is made clear: the special weight that exile was given in the disc finale, was not going to last, and could never have lasted. Those problems are as follows:

Tommy doesn’t lay his plot with Dream to rest. While I don’t dislike what they did in s3/4 with Dream and Tommy, Tommy keeping it as an active part of his character while he’s no longer isolate causes a few problems: if Tommy wants his plot to function like exile, where Dream is impossible for Tommy to stop, it requires the reinstating of “no one cares about Tommy Innit.” Except. They do, right? They do. We were just told they did. Despite nearly the entire server witnessing how awful Dream was, suddenly its small potatoes for a lot of them.

Dream being a menacing villain hinges on Tommy being isolated, because if people were to actually care about Tommy, all of Dream’s power would be gone.

But cc!Tommy already played that trump card in the s2 finale, pulling on all our heartstrings. But now he wants to go back to how things were and it’s just... that’s not how that works, you can’t have it both ways.

Even beyond that, the darkness of exile makes it hard for the ccs to engage with his plots at all. The ccs can only engage with Tommy to support him, unless they’re a monster and incredibly morally reprehensible, or completely oblivious. However, if ccs are engaging with Tommy to support him, it makes no sense for Dream to be an actual threat, because while Dream is powerful, its shown that there is safety and strength in numbers he cannot stop. 

I’ve seen some blogs talk about how it seems like “everyone just hates c!tommy”, and yeah, that’s true, but if they like him, they look like absolute dick heads for not supporting him. But if they support him, Tommy no longer has a plot thread to stand on. Therefore, they kind of have to hate him.

And if cc!Tommy and cc!Dream hadn’t decided to make exile as dark as it was, this wouldn’t be as much of a problem. Despite Wilbur’s actions, for example, Ranboo and Tommy can still hang out with him and not seem awful, because he was nowhere near on the scale of Dream. The same goes for most villains on the server: yes, they did awful things, but nothing so blatantly unexcusable in our eyes as child abuse. People can still support them and go against them without seeming like they’re taking a giant stance on it.

Take, for example, Niki’s support of Techno, vs Niki’s support of Dream. Techno is a reprehensible character who has hurt people, Niki included, in many ways. However, narratively, we are given a strong enough reason for why Niki supports him, and Techno isn’t so immoral that while we might sideeye her, it makes her characterization more complex and interesting rather than worse.

However, her helping Dream get out of prison is another deal entirely, aside from it being ooc, it makes her look like a nearly irredeemable person. Niki knows what Dream did, and yet she still helps him. It’s not a Techno situation, where it makes her interesting. It makes her worse, and hard to root for.

But, if the entire syndicate thought that way, there would be no one to free Dream, and Tommy would have no conflict. Dream isn’t powerful enough when isolated to be that evil, anymore. So, we’re watching Niki, or Phil, or others POVs, knowing they’re meant to be sympathetic, all while knowing that they are supporting an abuser, and it is really hard to come back from that. Exile is a conflict so much darker and unambiguously worse than any other on the server, and yet in order for Tommy to keep this conflict going past its natural end point, characters we are supposed to like and sympathize with can’t believe that.

Exile was great, but it caused a fundamental disconnect between Tommy and the rest of the server, and there’s no real way to go back and retcon that into working. It indirectly made so many characters looks so much worse for the sake of the existence of conflict, and there’s a sense of dissonance about it that has existed far longer than it should have for a plot this serious.

[sn4pdr4g0n]

Please do birthday sex for Jschlatt? With aftercare too?

Birthday sex and aftercare with Jschlatt and gn!reader

As it wasn't specified I'll assume this is for c!Jschlatt, sorry anon, luv u tho ♡/p

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You made your way into the White House holding a binder full of important papers in your arms. Fundy had gotten them from Tubbo and it was your job to sort through them and pass them on to Quackity before Jschlatt would actually look at them. Not that he'd care about the hard work you put into this. Rebuilding all the laws in a nation after exiting the last president seemed to get harder and harder by the day.

"Honey!" You heard Jschlatt yell, presumably towards Quackity. Jealousy squirmed in your gut. You pushed forward, moving into your small office and dumping the papers onto the desk. "Sweetie!" It was going to be a hard day, especially with Schlatt yelling in your ear the entire time....

"Need any help with that." The shadow of Schlatt loomed over your desk, the outlines of his iconic ram horns covered up the documents.

"No, I'm good, Schlatt. Quackity, seemed to be having some difficulty with the new flag, maybe you should help him with that." You sighed, flipping through the papers, some seemed to be from as early as the first declaration papers when L'Manburg was still fighting against the Greater SMP.

"Really? You seriously can't be ignoring me on such a day like this..." His footsteps moved closer until his breath was tickling the back of your neck. "It's my birthday, Sugartits, and I'd much rather you'd spend it on my cock rather than... what are you doing?"

"I'm filing the documents for this nation." You turned to look at him, defiance sparking in your eyes, "Its incredibly important if we want to become an established-" Jschlatts lips pressed against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The faint taste of alcohol was ever present with him.

"Take that dumb suit off, baby." You nodded, undoing your blazer and fumbling with the buttons on your blouse. Schlatts hands quickly unbuckled your belt and trousers, pulling them swiftly down. "Your so slow. Hurry up I want you now."

"I didn't get you a present, I can get you one when-" "All I want right now is you, I don't care." Schlatt murmured, pressing kisses to your neck, fingers quickly working you open much to your protests of moving somewhere more comfortable.

Your hands tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your neck, some unfortunately placed hickeys would definitely get some looks from the other members of the nation. It didn't matter now though, as the ram hybrid had taken it upon himself to line up to your already stretched. "Schlatt, could we atleast move to your office, ya'know the one with the lock!" You whisper yelled, hushed tone turning into a drawn put moan as Schlatt pushed inside of you.

"Now where's the fun in that, babycakes," He scoffs, hands gripping onto your hips as an anchor to thrust into you ruthlessly. "Let a man do what he wants on his birthday."

Slick, lewd noises fill the room, oxygen feeling almost nonexistent as you panted for you breath in-between moans. His lips peppered sloppy kisses over your face and neck, going as far down as your collarbones, an angels grace compared to his harsh thrust.

"Schlatt, Schlatt, please," you whined, fingernails clawing at the back of his suit attempting to find a steady grip.

"What is it, baby?" He quickly answered, although he seemed procuring with pile driving into you he was paying special attention just for you.

"I'm gonna cum, please, Schlatt," begging only seemed to drive him on more, the tip of his dick managing to find his sweet spot again and again, no matter how much you squirmed in his grasp.

"Cum on my dick, sweetie. Just for me." His thrust stuttered, signalling that he was close too. You, of course, obliged, legs shaken and eyes rolling up towards the blurry texture of the ceiling. You feel him cum inside of you, white dribbling down the insides of your thighs as he pulled out. Schlatt gulped, seemingly to gain his composure, "so good for me, as usual. Do you want to get all cleaned up with me or would you rather-"

"Get cleaned up, please," your hands held steady on his shoulders as he pulled your dress pants up and buckled them swiftly around your waist. You grimaced at the slimy texture of the fabric but it was better than walking around naked.

"Really made a mess of you, huh? Should probably invest in some towels around the Whitehouse..." Schlatt picked you up bridal style, cradling you into his chest as he checked the halls for any passerbys, after seem none he rushed you to his office, when he had his own private bathroom attached.

"Why couldn't we have done it here, would've been much cleaner, and private," you grumbled lightheartedly as you were stripped of your clothes once again.

"Maybe I'll keep that in mind for next time. I just couldn't ignore you though, I really wanted to show off my birthday suit." You chuckled slightly and stepped into the tub, hot water melting away your cramps and aches after being fucked so ungracefully on your own work desk.

"I would never ignore you in your birthday suit, now get in here with me I'm cold and lonely," you teased, pulling Schlatt in with you once his clothes had been abandoned on the floor.

"I wasn't too rough, was I, my dear?" He asked, concern fixed in his eyes.

"Never, my love."

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Sorry this took so long, college has been kicking my ass recently 😪 so this is kind of short. Hope everyone reading has a nice day/night

[pinkseas]

so many tubbo fans are eldest siblings and im just thinking about like.

c!tubbo 

being shut down any time he tries to be open or honest about how he feels

having his emotions not taken seriously

being manipulated or lied to or hurt or taken advantage of or used as a means to an end over and over again with no regards to his feelings whatsoever

reaching a point where he’s constantly minimizing his own emotions, repressing them, and assuming people don’t actually care about how he feels and even if they did it wouldn’t matter because he shouldn’t feel that way in the first place

reaching a point where he’s only able to openly talk about emotions or trauma when he’s either alone and talking to himself, talking to someone he assumes will forget so there’s no consequence to honesty, or so emotionally shattered that hes physically unable to repress the emotion in that moment

asking others for validation of his own emotions and whether or not he’s allowed to feel

every around him younger or older assuming he’s fine and perfectly capable of looking after himself

some people in positions of power over him or people who’ve flat out witnessed how often he’s used as a means to an end still assuming he’s fine, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be hurt or powerless, or still deciding to then use them themselves regardless of how much they know it’s happened

people in positions of power over him forcing him to make unreasonable, horrific choices where neither option is good so that the responsibility for the inevitable negative consequences falls on his shoulders instead of theirs

being called a yes man and spending a very long time never sticking up for himself, feeling purposeless when he doesnt have someone asking him to fulfill their purpose or using him for some end goal

attempting to carve out a life for himself but not actually knowing how to prioritize his own safety or wellbeing and not caring enough for himself or his own health to know what he wants in life anyways 

and even now on the bear smp with beep, like,

outright being rude, lying, talking over, deflecting, changing the subject, going quiet, or straight up shutting people down any time anything vaguely emotional is brought up or aimsey tries to learn more about him as a person

talking about this past significance he had and power he held only to end up banished and have everything he knew stripped away from him, creating something on his own but seeming to find no real joy or meaning in its existence (being miserable even living in a galaxy potentially of his own creation)

simultaneously seeming to actually like aimsey and be attached to her, either trying not to express that he wants her around and failing to hide it out of desperation to keep her company, or just flat out not knowing how to express that he doesn’t want to be alone even as he’s trying

overall struggling a fair bit with actually expressing emotion, either not caring to or clearly being unused to it even when someone is actively asking him about himself or how he feels

like damn this man’s two biggest characters, in order of creation, are just the downfall of eldest daughter syndrome* no wonder it’s a bunch of oldest siblings watching his content

edit: i was wrong ive been corrected c!tubbo is in fact middle child syndrome who all the eldest daughters flock to 

[unfortunate-songbird]

WHY LEO DIDNT DESERVE ANY OF WHAT HE WENT THROUGH: an essay by me

movie spoilers :)

ok so at the beginning of the movie he’s shown screwing around when he should be training, yeah?

okay, yes, arguably irresponsible, but considering it’s been 2 years since shredder and there’s no mention of any other formidable foes besides your typical Large Pig, Married Couple, and Bug Man, it’s understandable that he’s pretty lax about everything. Dont get me wrong, I totally get Ralph’s side! He’s constantly worried about a new threat appearing when they least expect it, plus even their regular missions can be life threatening if they aren’t careful

but dude Leo’s just goofing off and having a funky time, he doesn’t deserve the Epic Emotional Beatdown he gets in the movie

“Oh, but he’s just in general egotistical and braggy”

yeah. he’s 16. Donnie has probably broken the Geneva convention at least twice man idk. He’s a dumbass turtle doing dumbass things.

Then we get to the argument. What really gets me here is that Leo is visibly listening and taking what Raph says to heart- until the moment it gets too dark for him. Saw this pointed out somewhere else, but man really does use humor to cope. of course, in doing so he brushed off Ralph’s very real and important concerns, frustrating him

the fight over the key? Yeah, not his best work.

in his defense tho, if he actually knew the severity of the situation, he’s proven before that he can be completely serious (even while keeping his jokey persona) when things get more drastic. I truly believe after they meet Casey, things stop being about straight overconfidence. Leo goes into the fight jokey, but it’s been proven many times that he will often quip while putting his all into his battles, so that’s not the best judge of how seriously he’s actually taking it. he doesn’t insist everyone stays behind to get the key. he goes out himself, taking the risk because Casey is desperate to get it for really good reasons! I think his actions there- while somewhat reckless- would’ve been seen in a positive manner in most other movies. He’s taking the risk to grab the literal World-Destroying object.

then Raph gets taken

Leo has a panic attack, and he’s more visibly distraught than we’ve ever seen him, to the point where he gets actually, genuinely, dangerously angry for the first time in the entire franchise. He’s probably blaming himself for getting Raph caught.

His stubbornness next isn’t because he’s overconfident. He’s just so focused on getting Raph back, no matter what. He HAS to get his big brother back. Leo doesn’t consider waiting to plan, or retreating, not when it would feel like giving up on his brother. He’s blindly consumed by his fear and desperation. He makes a lot of bad decisions because of it, don’t get me wrong! They were Bad Decisions! But I really think they weren’t about ego, not really.

I’m glad he learned a lot of valuable lessons but I’m also worried about the like

MASS amount of trauma he has now. Like, that’s some Heavy stuff. The trade off of character development vs whatever all this new trauma and greatly worsened self-sacrificial tendencies (bc they already existed in the show and are probably going to get concerningly worse) might not be the best. worried about that guy

anyway I really want to see what they do there because that was a roller coaster and the long term effects could be really interesting to watch

Also does anyone else see a lot of parallels between Leo and c!Tommy from the dream smp or is that just me? Like:

-cocky/confident persona to cope and also bc it’s funny

-self worth issues lmao

-the amount of character development needed could’ve easily happened with like,, some minor trauma but no they get the whole sha bang

-ping pongs between overconfident and low self esteem and also “nothing is ever my fault” vs “everything is my fault”

-16 y/old brutally beaten by an unbeatable foe in an inescapable prison only to eventually get out alive despite all odds

This post is kind of a mess lmao

[wasflypaw]

Talking about L'Manberg as someone who watched the creation + ALL of the OG era live

When people mention L'Manberg, their minds go to "corrupt government" or "shady drug empire" or anything similar but... it wasnt.

Yes, the drug empire is what inspired the revolution, but though the drug van was There, drugs quickly stopped being a part the second L'Manberg was made and they were mentioned way less. Anyway, this isnt the point I wanted to make

L'Manberg was good. It was good, at first. Despite how it was created, it was genuinely a nice place, and the alliance between the members proved to be needed on the SMP. The Dream SMP is a very "survival of the fittest" type world, if you're not intimidating or rich enough to protect yourself and your belongings, they'll be destroyed or your pets will be killed.

In early DSMP, the main victims of this were Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy. Tommy's house was griefed constantly, people took Tubbo for a pushover and would steal his stuff all the time, Fundy was never taken seriously, ever, and would have his stuff stolen or griefed constantly. When Wilbur joined, and created L'Manberg, he created an alliance between the three, and Eret. With Eret, betraying L'Manberg was no big deal, he could protect himself easily, he was intimidating enough for people to leave his castle and himself alone, (though he let them go through his chests) he didnt Need others. Though he would regret it later, Eret betraying L'Manberg was seen as a win-win situation to him. Then Jack and Niki joined. Jack, who would constantly lose his items even back then, and Niki, who wasnt very good at PVP, had very little items, etc.

Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Jack, and Niki were very active members on the SMP back then. I'm not mentioning Wilbur bc he only logged in whenever something important was happening. Individually, these people wouldnt really be able to fend for themselves, but together? They could!

See, there were so many examples of this! Fundy having trouble with Punz > Tommy + Tubbo arriving to help, with all three of them managing to kill him

Niki's fox was killed > Niki goes to Tommy for help, who gets Tubbo, and later Jack would run over to help. All 4 of them successfully tricked Dream and won that day. This would also lead into the pet war, where..

Niki + Fundy's alliance was born! Fundy and Niki would ALWAYS fight together, making sure to wear their L'Manberg uniforms while doing so.

A L'Manbergian would very rarely, if ever, fight a battle alone.

The L'Manberg uniforms were so important - they showed that they were 100% allied with eachother. New L'Manberg and Manberg were different, they had members constantly leaving and joining, but OG L'Manberg members were LOYAL and had the outfits to prove it.

And there wasnt even that much conflict during the OG L'Manberg era. Because L'Manberg as a whole was a genuinely nice place where you'd regularly see members having fun together. Tommy n Tubbo playing without any worries, Niki running her bakery peacefully, Jack being able to hang out with his friends, Tommy being able to focus on the discs without endangering the entire nation... Most OG L'Manberg streams consisted of just having fun, building houses/docks/the flag, very chill times. When there was conflict it was never conflict that would endanger someone's life, back then they never feared for their lives.

The civil war that inspired the election was quite minor actually, it was just a fight between Fundy n Tubbo after Fundy stole Netherite from Karl. Tommy told them this is stupid and they should stop and everyone was like "....Yeah" and the conflict just kinda went away

When Wilbur decided elections were a good idea, and Schlatt was elected, this all went to shit. L'Manberg started being seen as corrupted and bad, new members joining would only see them as such, and this became their reputation

The OG L'Manberg members, minus Jack who had Manifoldland, fought for L'Manberg back, but on November 16th their hopes of ever having L'Manberg back the way it was were all destroyed

Tubbo was elected, and wasnt taken seriously, at all. He wasnt intimidating and didnt have the charisma and ability to do speeches n stuff like Schlatt and Wilbur. People undermined him immediately, nobody listened to him, and any mistake he made would be compared to Schlatt. Tubbo was a figurehead. President by name, but barely by power. Dream orchestrated Tommy's exile, and Tubbo let Quackity do his Butcher Army plan. Tubbo has admitted he knows nothing about governments and presidency, again, unlike Schlatt and Wilbur

New L'Manberg didnt have any power, let's be real. The ONLY reason they were able to capture Techno was because Quackity stole his horse. They put Philza in house arrest who was just like "lol nah" and escaped every 3 seconds because, again, they were powerless to stop him. Tubbo was desperate to keep peace, and protect the nation that was once so special, that it lead to its downfall. Techno was an active threat in their eyes, as he threatened to blow up the nation and then disappeared into the shadows, not telling anyone he was retiring so letting Quackity go through with the Butcher Army plan seemed like a good idea. A very stupid, reckless idea, that they shouldve thought more about. Tubbo was not corrupt, he did very not-so-good things, but it's not like he wanted to oppress innocent civilians. The people the army went after were Techno and Dream. He refused to let Quackity execute Ranboo, he let L'Manberg members leave the nation wishing them "good luck" and not holding it against them..

I wanted to talk about this because I always see people bring up how Techno is as rich and OP as he is because he plans and grinds, like anyone else can. Or saying he's more responsible because his pets and his house are still there and not destroyed. But that's the thing - Techno can protect himself, members of the SMP arent ballsy enough to touch his stuff because they know they'll get destroyed. Meanwhile people like Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, etc (hey see a pattern in the people I keep mentioning?) have TRIED to get their own resources, but have repeatedly had them stolen or accidentally lost them. Dream killed Tubbo and stole ALL his fireworks, one hour before the November 16th war. Tommy has lost many Netherite sets, as has Quackity. Fundy had a battle chest that people would steal from with no issues, there was one time Tubbo spent HOURS grinding just for his shit to be stolen, again, right before a war. See the difference? People are scared of Techno, but they arent scared of Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity, Fundy, Jack, Niki, etc. And that's why they need eachother

[nullifi-blr]

CaptainSparklez is Z (the headcanon/mini theory)

Note: this is just a fun little speculation, which is in no way intended to be taken fully seriously. i’m just having some fun :D

On Ranboo’s 18/7/2021 stream, he built a block-for-block cobblestone replica of an End City building. He claimed that it was “just an idea” he came up with.

Afterwards, the twitter account for Z (the enderwalk researcher) tweeted this:

This tells us 2 things:

Z is currently watching Ranboo and knows how to talk with the particles

Z knows what an End City is

This means that Z is the first person we know who has a knowledge of the End. Now, how does this relate to Sparklez?

There’s only two things we know about Sparklez in the Dream SMP

That Wilbur has plans for him

That he has horns, much like Tubbo and Puffy

There’s really only been one other place where the Captain has been seen with sort-of animalistic features like we see in Tubbo and Puffy. That is Mianite Season 2.

In Mianite, Sparklez has dragon wings and a tail. You could say he is a dragon hybrid. which if the dad sparklez thing is canon that would make tubbo part dragon instead of goat but that’s besides the point

Not only that, but Sparklez worshiped the goddess of balance and the End, Ianite. So he would clearly have an immense knowledge of the End, seeing as that’s what he’s basically the Champion of.

CaptainSparklez would make the most sense to know about the End. Mianite was a huge pioneer for live lore-based servers, and it would just be sweet to have Mianite’s existence be canon in the smp.

How exactly he is watching Ranboo or knows what an Enderwalker is isn’t exactly clear, that could just be chalked up to Ianite-champion-knows-End-stuff shenanigans, but since we don’t know a lot about Z, we don’t know how they got started on this path of researching Enderwalkers.

As for other small things that kinda just fit with this, CaptainSparklez’s name ends with Z. It could be an easier way to sign off on things.

I haven’t really thought about this one much, but in the Voltz Wars series there are 3 groups. One is the researchers, who are (you guessed it) Ranboo and the Captain. Just something silly I realized while writing this.

Do I in any way believe this is the exact story that Ranboo is intending to reveal with the ARG? Not at all. Is it a silly thought experiment to put the Captain into the DSMP lore? Absolutely.

[ayamturd]

imprisoned│dsmp hc

warnings: inprisonment(?)

prompt: (requested) “Could I request headcannons for platnoic dreamsmp x teen!reader where the reader if put into prison without reason and how some people may react?”

pairing: platonic! dream, technoblade, tommyinnit, and ranboo

a/n: this hc might be a little outdated but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! i also apologize for how late this request came out ;-;

this is roughly in place before prison arc (for dream’s sake)

wc: (0.6k) - m.list

dream -

he would be calm yet internally livid

the idea that others thought they could use his prison for someone he actually cares about一

while he may hold some power in how to physically get you out, he still had an image to maintain 

would promise to you that he was going to first find out who was the reason or why you’re in there before freeing you

will guarantee make hell to whoever was the cause and cause loss in their life for their ignorance

considering the warden takes his role very seriously, even in spite of dream, they would often clash when he tried to visit you

“Dream, your time is up.”

“Well I’m not done.”

“Leave before you are restricted for future visits.”

“Like you could try.”

only cooperates with him for your sake and safety

sees you as his responsibility and refuses to let your wrongdoing go unjustified

“I’m getting you out of here, y/n. No matter what.”

technoblade -

definitely wreak havoc on the entire smp

refuses to let you suffer more than you should, confined in a cage of all places

unlike dream, he enjoys seeing those at fault suffering for their mistake physically by his own hands 

he has no connection to the prison or fear of the repercussions that follow, will break you out immediately 

when he sees you for the first time since you were taken away, he sees red to the injuries you have and the state you are in 

but he’s still him and doesn’t outwardly show his concern

“Techno? You came for me?”

“Nah, I was just exploring this heavily secured and maximum prison and stubbled upon you.”

“…”

“Let’s get you out of here, kid.”

no matter how strong or skilled you may be, he will always look out for you instinctively

tommy -

outwardly is the most verbal in his frustrations (it’s tommy ffs)

will confront everyone and anyone he can find to argue how wrong it was

when he finds out who was responsible, impulsively tries to confront them in blind anger

he lacks the power to get you out of the prison forcefully, but will not rest until you are rightfully freed

quickly becomes frustrated with himself and lash out at anyone that tries to comfort him

while he tries for the tough guy exterior, becomes extremely worried for you

“Tommy! You came to visit me!”

“Obviously I would, you idiot.”

“…”

“…sorry. A一are you alright?”

goes as far as to try and bargain with dream

will risk everything he can for you and your freedom

ranboo -

since this hc is considered before dream is placed in the prison, while he lacks the confidence to express his frustrations, he is beyond upset

he doesn’t believe in sides, only people, and you were more than likely someone close to him that he values over any objective

will stress over what to do and become agitated that he feels helpless to your situation

likely blames himself even when someone else is at fault

“I’m so sorry y/n”

“Why Ranboo? You didn’t put me in here.”

“But I should’ve done something. I should be doing something, but I don’t know how.”

will go to anyone he can (no matter the side then) for help and bargain

resources aren’t important, finding people who can and have the power to help is

will visit you the most out of the four, and try to reassure you in place of take action (since he’s like tommy and lacks the ability to do so)

let’s be honest though, most of the time, you would be reassuring him of the situation

will stand by you, no matter what, for however long he needs or can 

[crazydoughnutlady]

Here, an AU for fable SMP

What if Rae grew up in the end instead of the overworld?

(TW for torture and cult activity)

Soon after Orchid left Rae had been wondering about looking for his sibling when they happened across a manor, owned by a wealthy family. The Mistvales a large group of people who enjoyed farming. Who happened to have a young son around Rae’s age. Rae, who was lost and turned around, looking for his sibling. He decided to stay the night.

That night he was taken to a secret basement, where they decided to try a ritual on him. He survived the first of the nonmembers to survive the first infusion. they then began to keep him below the house, scared that they lose him. He began to gain scars. Wherever he had been hurt and damaged, thanks to the infusion, it would scar over with Enderman skin. On the third and final infusion, one of the members forgot to close the cellar door. Young Centross curious about what was happening in the seller snuck down to watch them do the third and final infusion.

They finished the final ritual, Centross watched as Enderian spoke to all of them. Shocked by the fact that they not only sacrificed a child to her, but the child sacrifice had worked. taking Rae to the end, she realized that he would probably be lonely and the Mistvales, helpfully offered up Centross as a bonus.

Both children were brought to the end, where Enderian gave them a large house with a lot of land to play with. On each of their birthdays, the children could ask for one gift of any kind.

The first gift Centross asked for was one of every plant Enderian allowed him to get the dirt and materials necessary to grow everything. the young boy instantly fell in love with glow berries and filled his entire bedroom with them.

The first gift Rae asked for was an entire library filled with books on other dimensions, the gods, curses, and empty notebooks for him to write in. Enderian also included dictionaries in all known languages including Ender, Telchin, and Vo’lète.

Centross next asked for a single dog. He was given a small dog that he named Hope. She always follows him around while he works in his garden.

Rae asked for an abundance of fabric and thread. He began to make his and Centross’ clothes.

Centrist asked for a clock that responded to the time in the overworld so he could finally nag Rae about a proper sleep schedule.

Rae asked for an animal that would be his companion. Enderian gave him a white cat with dual-colored eyes. He named it Bucket.

This went on for several more years-resets. Rae eventually began to forget the overworld and how he got to the End. Centross didn’t forget how his family gave him up to a random goddess. He didn’t forget how they tortured and sacrificed Rae. He promised himself he never would.

One day Ray, in his curiosity, decided he wanted to go see what was in Perix’s prison he discovered that there was an overworlder in there. And although the overworlder was asleep, he could easily tell that that person had been seriously injured and abused. Making up his mind to do something, he snuck into the alchemy room with the help of Epros.

He found the warden’s journals and how they didn’t match up with the reports and how Perix has been going behind Enderian‘s back and trying to take her place as leader. he instantly delivered this information to Enderian. He also found the love letter however, he decided to keep that bit of information to himself.

Enderian furious puts Perix into the mirror and keeps it as a personal trinket on herself at all times. Rae then advocates for the release, and to apologize to the overworlder, for the unjust treatment as a prisoner. Enderian agrees to his release from prison however, he is not to leave the dimension and will stay with Rae and Centross.

Ghosty who had grown used to the constant abuse and torture wakes up in a very different place with two people he’s never met before.

The more Endermen-like one introduces himself as Rae, he’s taller than Ghosty, but not as tall as the purple-eyed overworlder, he wears nice fancy clothes and has long dark hair and piercing green Eyes Of Ender with round glasses.

The purple-eyed overworlder introduces himself as Centross, he’s easily taller than Ghosty, and a few inches taller than Rae He wears simple clothes, but there’s still very nice. There’s dirt and mud caked on hands that are calloused with work. Obviously, he is someone who is used to working outside though he doubts the soil, in the end is similar to that of the overworld.

As for himself, Ghosty has a ripped and torn jacket. His memories of the overworld are foggy and hazy much to Rae’s disappointment. The ender-hybrid seems to be fascinated with the overworld. Not that he’s complaining these two make far better company than the warden.

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A Day in the Life (Lost Ones)

Summary: A day with the new parents and how some of their friends reaction to their new bit of joy. 

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings : (In Phil’s Specifically) Death, Violence. (Generally) Swearing

A/N: Just so you know (F/L) means First Letter of your first name. Hope you guys enjoy! ♥

Tommy

        Tommy didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

        Tubbo was even more clueless.

        When Tommy first came onto Tubbo’s doorstep frantically talking about being a father with a crying baby, Tubbo was in a state of great concern for his best friend. Tubbo knew Tommy as a scammer and a very…bold individual, to put it nicely. He did not think his friend had what it took to be any sort of fatherly figure. He was just too young and he was too…outgoing.

        The first day, the pair worked hard to figure out how to make the infant stop crying. They found out she just needed food and a diaper change. Tommy had groaned in relief, sitting on Tubbo’s floor as he held the baby feeding her the milk. From there, Tubbo questioned where he even found a child.

        “She was abandoned in a basket, in a tree. I decided to be a big man about it and take her in.”

        “Are you crazy? Tommy, you didn’t even know her gender until two minutes ago.”

        “Shut up.” Tommy huffed looking at his friend as he stopped giving (Y/N) milk for the moment. “I can figure it out, I’m still new to this Tubbo.”

        “I think maybe we should give her to one of the other guys. We don’t know what to do, we just ran around my house for five minutes trying to make her stop crying for god’s sake.”

        “I’ll figure it out! Even without your help.” Tommy looked back down at the infant, continuing to feed her.

        So, Tubbo went along with it. Tommy was stubborn and to make sure the baby didn’t get hurt, Tubbo said he’d help his friend. To be fair, they didn’t have to do much, it was just a lot of work to do the few things and barely any time to do the same adventures they use to do.

        Tommy was determined to do most of it on his own, only going to Tubbo when he was desperate for help. Which were a few times a week. He got better and better though, learning what (Y/N) needed and when.

        Tommy had managed to make a crib all on his own (with a couple of tries) and he discovered, (Y/N) liked her crib at the end of his bed. She just liked being close to Tommy often and he actually didn’t mind. He was proud to show off his baby.

        When he had shown her off to the others, they had all been in various bits of shock. Of course, when he first introduced her, the first thing he shouted was always;

        “I’m a father now bitch! Meet (Y/N)!”

        As he would, (Y/N) would giggle and babble, his excited energy rubbing off on her. After their various bits of shock (and Bad telling him to watch his language even more now that there was a baby), they would indeed think (Y/N) was cute but give him the same advice as Tubbo. Give her to an adult.

        “None of them! None of them think I can take care of you.” Tommy huffed as (Y/N) finished her milk for the hour. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

        Tommy did struggle often. He didn’t get as much sleep as he once did, he stayed inside with (Y/N) more. It was a big change, but he was taking it seriously despite all his jokes. Just, no one could see it because they only saw Tommy as a child.

        “Well, they’re all idiots. I know I have this.” Tommy told the infant as he sat back in bed, holding her. “Right Little (F/L)?”

        (Y/N) squirmed slightly, babbling and Tommy smiled.

        “Right! It’s that time.” He grinned as he stood up, going into his chests next to his jukebox.

        As he pulled out one of his discs, Tubbo knocked on the door as he came in.

        “Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

        “No, you’re actually in time Big T!” Tommy said as he put the red labeled disc on.

        “For what?” Tubbo questioned confused as Tommy sat down.

        The music started to play and (Y/N) relaxed in Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled softly, gently rocking her in his arms as he hummed along to the music. Tubbo was staring in amazement from behind Tommy’s seat.

        “Do you…do you do this often?”

        “Of course.” Tommy grinned at his best friend. “She’s got to learn great music. And look, she loves it so much she falls asleep.”

        He was correct as when Tubbo looked, (Y/N) was giving a tiny yawn as she nuzzled into Tommy.

        “Every day after lunch, I play the disc I got when I found her and she takes a nap.” Tommy quieted down; startling Tubbo as Tommy never quieted down. “I want to find more to let her hear more.”

        Tommy put her down in her crib once she was fully asleep, motioning to the door. They both left as the music kept playing.

        “We should go get more discs tomorrow.” Tommy declared, keeping his voice level as he went through his chests. “(Y/N) needs to hear them all and I want to have them all.”

        “You…do that every day?” Tubbo said, still caught up on Tommy’s gentleness.

        Tommy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I do. (Y/N) likes it and I like it so that’s our routine Tubbo. Sometimes it takes a while though and I have to move around the room.”

        He didn’t mention that he danced to the music with her though, laughing with her as she would giggle, slightly embarrassed about the cute routine.

        “So, are we going to go out tomorrow and get some discs or not?” Tommy grinned at his friend.

        Tubbo stood there, thinking over what he had just seen. He thought about how he was actually wrong about Tommy. His best friend really cared about the girl; his own little girl. Tommy had acted drastically different than what he usually did to make sure she was well and happy. The taller boy was actually taking this very seriously and Tubbo couldn’t help but be proud of his friend.

        “Tubbo.” Tommy snapped his fingers, looking at him disapprovingly.

        “Oh, yeah. Let’s get some discs tomorrow. It’s been forever since we’ve gone on an adventure.” Tubbo smiled.

        He thought Tommy could do this whole dad thing right.

        …

        Then he slightly regretted his words in the morning when Tommy showed up with the little girl and his adventuring gear.

        “We are not taking (Y/N). It’s dangerous Tommy!” Tubbo protested.

        “Nothing will happen to her; I wouldn’t let it. Neither would you. And try and say no to this face.” Tommy showed her off, grinning. “Come on now Uncle Tubbo.”

        Tubbo paused, getting slightly giddy. “Uncle Tubbo?”

        “Of course! Now! Let’s go get some discs!” Tommy took lead.

        “…Wait! You distracted me!” Tubbo called exasperated as he followed his best friend.

        (Y/N) giggled as Tommy grinned wider. Tommy was stubborn but in the case of being a father, it was a good thing as it meant his baby would grow up healthy and happy and he could care less about what others would say.

          Wilbur

        L’Manberg didn’t have many secrets but it had one well-guarded one. That would be the simple fact that (Y/N) existed.

        After the first night with the new baby, Wilbur had gathered all the men inside the van.

        “Time to greet the people little one.” He smiled as he heard the commotion of Tommy trying to command the others.

        Coming out, he put on a serious face as everyone went quiet. Of course, Eret and Fundy already knew. The teenager had his arms crossed, looking away from his father and new sister, as Eret gave a small smile. The other two of L’Manberg…

        “Did you fuck another fish?!” Tommy shouted in exasperation to his brother.

        Fundy gave Tommy an offended glare as (Y/N) squirmed at the sudden loud noise.

        “Tommy, quiet down now,” Wilbur told him as he gently rocked the little girl, Tubbo awing at how adorable she was. “Eret found her left outside the walls last night. I’m taking her in as she was obviously abandoned. So, meet the first woman of L’Manberg, (Y/N).”

        “(Y/N) is a wonderful name.” Eret smiled a bit wider.

        “She’s so cute and small,” Tubbo said, taking a step closer to get a better look at her.

        Tommy huffed, already bored as Fundy simply stayed quiet.

        “That being said, we are in the middle of a war.”

        The weight of everything came back to rest on their shoulders as everyone with a smile stopped holding one. It was a dangerous time for all of them, no one able to leave the walls without a friend. Walls that were supposed to mean their freedom.

        “That’s why no one must know (Y/N) exists. She must be a secret from all of the Dream SMP. They’ve shown how ruthless they can be and I don’t want to think about what they’d do if they knew about her. So, beyond these walls, (Y/N) doesn’t exist.”

        Everyone gave a nod at the same time as (Y/N) had started to play with the ruffles on Wilbur’s uniform. He smiled gently as her as he took her hand, letting her play with his finger instead before looking dead serious at his men again.

        “I can’t have just a nod. I need you to be verbal. This will not be taken lightly.”

        Tommy spoke first as he gave a salute. “You have my word, Wilbur!”

        Wilbur cracked a small smile; he could always rely on his little brother. “Good, now quiet down a bit.”

        From there, it was a chorus of promises and she was their biggest secret that united them. Not even a traitor would dare breath word of her place in their walls.

        The men could see a difference in their leader every day since then.

        He left the van more often, actually going to his own home in the walls. Daily, everyone would see him carrying (Y/N) with him in her own little uniform he made on a walk within the walls. He sang more often like he used to before the declaration of war was made in order to soothe the little girl or simply to make her smile. There was a reason for him to relax and be soft and everyone was rather glad after all the weight he had been forced to hold.

        Wilbur also saw the change in his men as the days went on.

        Tubbo found joy with such an adorable new addition. He would sometimes join Wilbur on his daily walks within the walls to have a chance to hold the small girl. The young boy loved to also give her little gifts, usually toys he thought she’d like. He was very excited when Wilbur told him that she slept with a bee plushie he had gotten her.

        Tommy was curious about her. Such a small thing, he was certain he was way bigger than her when he was that young. Wilbur let him hold her on the occasion if Tommy asked, but wouldn’t wonder if Tommy was holding her. He had faith in his little brother, but his eccentric energy just put Wilbur a little on edge. Often, Tommy would brag to the little girl that he’d be the coolest uncle and teach her many swear words when she got older, much to Wilbur’s dismay.

        Eret did like the little girl, he really did as she was such a precious little thing, but he tried not to put too much attachment to her. He had begun…he had begun a different path and he didn’t want to also betray the little girl. And, the more separation he felt from her, the easier it was to lie about her existence. Though, there was the occasion he would do the same as Tubbo and gave her a toy or two, unable to help it as it put a smile on his face.

        Fundy was different. He had been an only child for most of his life and now he had a little sister? It was only natural that he was jealous and sulked at all the attention she got from their father. Their father did try to include Fundy though; inviting every day on their walks, offering to let her feed instead, asking to play his piano while Wilbur sang. Unfortunately, Fundy wanted nothing to do with his little sister, often saying he hated her, which repeatedly broke Wilbur’s heart but he had faith; he’d change his son’s mind.

        “I’m trying to have a peace talk with Dream today,” Wilbur told Fundy as he shrugged on his jacket while Fundy was sitting in the front seat of the van.

        “Ok, and?” Fundy looked up at him.

        “I’m taking Tubbo and Eret, Tommy’s staying guard and you.” Wilbur handed him a piece of paper. “And you are taking care of your sister.”

        “What?! What the hell?” Fundy exclaimed, jumping up.

        Wilbur put the paper in Fundy’s hand. “I have to go and try and make peace. I have faith in you son. (Y/N) would love to spend time with you anyways. Take good care of her alright? I don’t trust Tommy to watch her for so long but if you really need help, get him.”

        “What…Why do I have to watch the brat?”

        Wilbur gave him a stern look. “Fundy, she is your little sister. She is a part of our family. And family takes care of each other. Now, I want you to be nice to her and take care of her. Understood?”

        Fundy clenched his jaw, shoving his hands in pockets. “Yeah, yeah.”

        “Good.” Wilbur smiled at him now. “She’s still sleeping in my room. That paper is what she needs and when. You can do anything with her in-between. I’ll see you in a few hours my son.”

         Wilbur left; his heart heavy as this was the first time he’d leave (Y/N) alone but hope helping it float as he hoped Fundy could love his sister as Wilbur loved her.

        Fundy went into his father’s bedroom and saw the little girl already waking up slightly. He gave a heavy sigh as he picked her up carefully, holding her close.

        “I hate you.” He muttered as she looked up at him.

        The little girl giggled and he lowered his head. She gave pet to his face to feel the soft fur.

        “I hate you’re too fucking adorable to hate.” He huffed. “Just don’t tell dad. Now, come on dipshit, time to eat.”

        Fundy was jealous, yes. But he could never actually hate his adorable little sister. He’d keep her safe and make her happy too.

        Wilbur got back later than he expected as Dream and his goons had chased their peaceful band like sport but they managed out relatively unscathed. The moon was already up and Wilbur was worried as he hadn’t written instructions for this long in the night for Fundy. After Tommy reported no incidents along the walls, Wilbur rushed home but froze, his heart-melting. In the living room, there was a long finished playing record on the jukebox and on the couch, Fundy laid with his arm over (Y/N) securely as she laid on his chest, both of them asleep.

        “Thank you, my little champion,” Wilbur muttered with a smile, gently picking (Y/N) up before putting a blanket over Fundy. “I’m proud of you.”

        Wilbur held (Y/N) close to him as he walked to his bedroom.

        “And you, my little star, a day won’t go by where you won’t be loved. You’re our little star of hope in L’Manberg. You remind everyone what we fight for and you bring everyone smiles. We will bring peace, just so you can see how bright you shine my little star.” He kissed her forehead before putting her in her crib. “Sleep well love.”

          Philza

        Walking took longer than flying but it was definitely safer for his new little angel. He had tried to find her parents, asking around with the survivors but they weren’t there. So, Phil took her with him to meet his sons. When he started this journey, of the list of things he’d thought would happen, he didn’t think he’d gain a new child. Yet, there she slept peacefully in the sash Phil had made to carry her and keep her warm rather than carrying her in his arms the entire walk.

        She most certainly quieter than most of his other children had been when they were this small, which Phil did not mind one bit. When she was awake, he would talk to her to fill her world though. He’d tell her about her new brothers and how he was sure they’d all love her in their own way.

        “Techno will take a little convincing, he has a thing about orphans.” Phil scrunched up his nose. “But he’ll learn to you like you (Y/N).”

        He hadn’t been able to find a name either for the new baby so he gave her one on his own.

        Finally, after days of travel, Phil reached a crest of a hill and was able to see a beautiful town laid before him. From the looks of some decorations, they had some sort of festival recently. The worrying part was the people in armor down below, but, a large portion of them were celebrating. Phil scanned them over then he grew a large smile. Wilbur was patting Tommy’s shoulder as the younger boy was screaming with one of those celebrating, Techno to the side smirking.

        His sons had managed to figure it all out.

        “Looks like we were a little late angel. Your brothers can be smart when they choose to be.” He chuckled. “We’ll wait here and let them have their moment of victory.”

        He sat on the edge of the hill, giving (Y/N) her afternoon milk as he watched the crowd below and listened to the start of celebratory speeches. As he quickly burped the infant, he frowned as Wilbur left his seat in the crowd, walking away as Tubbo was getting on stage.

        “Let’s go see what he’s up to.” He muttered to the little girl, putting her in his sash securely before carefully flying over.

        He landed as Wilbur walked into a room in a hill behind the stage. His eyes went wide as he remembered one of Tommy’s letters.

        Will keeps saying if he can’t have L’Manberg, no one can. He made a room rigged to TNT under our nation. I’m hoping to talk him down but I don’t know if I can.

        “Shit.” Phil sprinted over, walking into the room after his son.

        Inside were mad scribblings as Wilbur stood with his hand on the wall next to a button.

        “What are you doing?” Phil asked him.

        Wilbur jumped, whirling around to see his father standing there, wearing a sash, unable to see the child it was holding.

        “Phil…?”

        “What are you doing?” Phil repeated.

        Wilbur ran his hands through his hair as he looked back at the button then his father.

        “How’d you…do you know what this is?” He motioned to the room around him.

        “I do.” Phil nodded, stepping carefully forward.

        “Have heard the songs on the walls?” Wilbur asked in turn as he ran his hand over a few of the words. “I was just saying to myself, there was a special place where men can go, but there’s not anymore! It’s not…” Wilbur sighed as he looked back at the button.

        “It is there,” Phil told him as he put a hand on the side of the child to calm her down as she squirmed. “You just, you’ve just won it back.”

        “Phil! I’m always so close to pressing this button, Phil! I’ve been—I’ve been here like seven or eight times I’ve been here.” Wilbur threw up his arms as Phil stood his ground when he saw the crazed look in his son’s eyes.

        The little girl tried to give an uncomfortable babble at the loud shouting but Wilbur talked over her, having yet to notice the extra body in the room. In comfort, Phil put a hand over one of her ears as he pressed her close to him.

        “Phil I-I’ve been here so many times.” Outside of the room, they all could hear the sound of fireworks going off. “They’re fighting. They’re fighting.”

        “And you want to just blow it all up?” Phil questioned.

        “I do I think I—”

        “You fought so hard to get this land back.” Phil tried to discourage one of his older sons. “So hard.”

        “I don’t even, I don’t even know if works anymore Phil,” Wilbur said, his hand hovering over the button, making Phil take a step forward. “I don’t even know if the button works I could, I could press it and might not…”

        Wilbur looked back, grinning like a mad man and Phil squeezed the young girl lightly.

        “Do you really want to take that risk? Wilbur…” He went to continue to say, hoping to bring up his new little sister to discourage the man but Wilbur looked away, staring at the button.

        “There was a saying Phil, by a traitor. It was never meant to be.” Wilbur pressed the button, grinning at Phil as the hiss went off.

        “No!” Phil shouted, quickly pulling his son close as he covered the three of them his wings as the blast went off.

        He winced as the blast and the heat singed and damaged his feathers but he didn’t move as he held his two children close. He wouldn’t let them get harmed.

        The sound of white noise rang in their ears as the explosions slowly stopped. Phil raised his wings slightly to look in horror at the destruction before them. Outside their half-destroyed room, Phil slowly started to hear the voices crying with terror at what they just witnessed as Wilbur stood before the hole holding his arms out as he grinned.

        “My L’Manberg Phil! My unfinished symphony forever unfinished! If I can’t have this no one can Phil!”

        “Oh my god.” Phil breathed, the ringing dying down enough for him to be startled at the cries closest to him.

        (Y/N) screamed out cries in the aftermath of the loud explosions and shouting, her own ears ringing. Phil held her close, trying to calm her down despite his horror and disappointment. Wilbur finally heard the cries himself and looked over to finally notice the little girl. For a moment, he could see through his madness.

        “Who’s…who’s this?” Wilbur muttered.

        “She’s (Y/N),” Phil told him as he put his forehead on the little girl’s. “I came to help you and found her. I brought her to show her what her new brothers made. What great work you’ve done.”

        “What great…” Wilbur looked over at what he had done.

        Behind him, he could hear the cries of his new tiny sister he hadn’t been aware he had. Phil had brought her to show her a place of peace and beauty, but instead, Wilbur showed her terror and destruction. Across the explosion, he could see Tommy’s horror-struck face at the sight of their once great nation gone. This was his fault…

        He pulled his sword, holding the handle to Will. “Kill me, Phil.”

        “What?!” Phil looked at his son shocked, still clutching onto the crying girl.

        “Stab me with the sword. Murder me now. Kill me!” Will demanded as he motioned to the crowd. “Look, they all want you to!”

        Phil was stood in shock as he held a crying child in one arm while looking over at the crowd of terrified and horror-filled faces.

        “Kill me, Phil!” Wilbur shouted.

        “I—You’re my son!” Phil yelled. “No matter what you do—I can’t—”

        “Phil!” Wilbur shouted, shoving the sword handle into his hand. “This isn’t—! Look! Look! How much work went into this and it’s gone! Do it.”

        Phil looked from his son to the crowd, to the child in his arms. He couldn’t…why’d…(Y/N) should get a chance to meet her own brother! L’Manberg had ruined his son. He had gone mad…

        “I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath before plunging the sword.

        Tears filled Phil’s eyes as he let go of the sword and held his son. (Y/N)’s wails only got louder and Phil cried with her.

        “I’m sorry, I’m sorry both of you.” He muttered

        He wished everything could be different…

        …

        Phil sat by the fire with the L’Manberg citizens, one of his hands shaking slightly as the other gently rocked the no longer crying child.

        Tommy had been speechless since the betrayal he received from both of his brothers, but looking up at his father across from him, he stood and spoke.

        “Who’s she?” He asked.

        Phil looked at him as the others looked over as well.

        “This is your new little sister (Y/N). I found her when the village I was staying at was raided and I saved her. Would you like to hold her?”

        Tommy came over and sat in front of his father. Phil helped him before letting his now second youngest hold her on his own. Tommy’s face had held no emotion after everything today but now it softened as the little girl met his eyes. He hugged her lightly as Phil held onto his shaking hand with his other to stop it.

        “I wish you could have seen what L’Manberg looked like (Y/N),” Tommy mumbled to her. “Wilbur and Techno betrayed me but I promise. I won’t betray you. I never will do that to you.”

        Phil looked at his son sadly as Tommy put his forehead on hers softly. At least Phil knew that she’d be well-loved by the brother she got to meet properly.

        From there, the next few days were made for rebuilding. Phil helped the group as best he could but he had to rest to let his wings heal and he also had to take care of his little angel. Tommy made sure the others built Phil one of the first houses so his sister could be in a proper bed.

        It warmed Phil’s heart that Tommy cared so much about his new little sister. Tommy would visit the pair occasionally just to see her, Phil giving him a little bit of trust to take care of her. Of course, Tommy used that trust to be his usual self and brag about how cute his little sister was to anyone that would listen to the boy’s antics. Though many couldn’t deny the boy, she was a very cute little girl and often brought smiles to other’s faces.

        Phil was glad that his quiet little girl could bring joy to people that had been through so much. He just wished that she had had a chance to bring smiles to those that didn’t walk beside them any more…

          Technoblade

        “Phil,” Techno called on his walkie, trying to quiet down the girl crying in his arms.

        “Yes?” Phil answered.

        “She won’t stop crying,” Techno told him, Phil, able to hear the girl, chuckling quietly to himself. “Don’t laugh at this!”

        “Sorry, sorry. Alright, you feed and changed her right?” The older man listed.

        “Yes.” He had done it a few minutes ago, on his usual schedule to do so.

        “Did you burp her after she ate?”

        Techno paused and huffed before burping the child, the cries dying down after she released the gas that had built up.

        “I forgot, she stopped.”

        “Good. Just relax now, alright Techno?”

        “Yeah.” Techno sighed as he put his walkie away, looking down at the little girl. “What now brat?”

        It was often that Techno called his father to ask what to do. To put it simply, he was worried he’d fuck this all up. He had never exactly taken care of a child before; it had been all anarchy and blood before he decided on retirement. Hell, he barely ever took care of Tommy when he was a child, that was usually Wilbur’s thing.

        He didn’t know the first thing he was doing nor did the voices. They always threw out different ideas contradicting each other. So, Techno always did his best and when it didn’t seem like enough, he went immediately to Phil.

        When he did have things under control though, it was just any other day. Brew some potions out of habit, take care of the animals before collecting food for himself and milk for (Y/N), and trade with some of the villagers close by. The only difference was that he brought (Y/N) with him while he did anything.

        To his relief, she was a quiet child and didn’t mind his quiet nature. She didn’t need pointless noise to be happy so he could just simply work. Techno did get Phil to make her a warmer outfit and Phil took it seriously but also made it a joke. He made her a pink outfit from wool and leather and with a bit extra, put fake pig ears on the hood of the outfit, which Techno would never admit looked adorable on her out loud.

        He most certainly didn’t put it on her even if they weren’t going out that day, why would anyone think that?

        Phil most certainly did spoil her though when he would come over. He’d always have something new for the little girl, clothes, and toys. His father also often tried to discourage Techno from using some of his nicknames for his child when the older man was over, such as brat.

        (Y/N) yawned quietly and Techno chuckled, a small smile cracking on his face.

        “Tired early huh? Yeah, ok, I can use a nap.” He nodded as he went up to his bedroom.

        He sat on his bed, leaning back on the headboard as he racked his brain for their daily ritual.

        “I got a good one today.” He laughed quietly. “Let me tell you about the story of Theseus.”

        Every nap and bedtime, there was always a story for Techno to tell. Sometimes he’d tell her about his adventures around the world, about the places he conquered. There were other days when he’d tell her about myths he had memorized. It was when he’d talk the most to the little girl and he rather enjoyed these moments in his day.

        It was their special little thing and he wouldn’t ever want to miss them.

        Close to the end of the story, he stopped as he noticed (Y/N) was asleep. He nodded as he laid back, resting her carefully on his chest.

        A crib was one thing Techno had not invested his time in. He didn’t move in his sleep and it was rare for the little girl to move in hers. So, he slept with her on his chest, giving him and the voices a better piece of mind. No one knew where he was, but he was still paranoid. This was the safest place for her.

        “Sleep well little goddess,” Techno muttered, a hand on her back.

        Despite the trials, he didn’t mind being a father.

          Eret

        Eret put a small flower crown on the infant’s head that matched the one he was wearing, smiling as she giggled, before picking her up, continuing on their daily walk through the SMP.

        It was a lot of trial and error with the pair but Eret was a quick learner and adapted to the needs of his new child. He didn’t do as much as he once did with his friends, fewer prank wars with Fundy, and less involvement with Tommy’s antics, but he didn’t mind. He spent those hours with his little princess now; taking walks with her, playing with her along the way and in the castle, and making clothes that made her the adorable princess that she.

        Of course, he did still sometimes get involved.

        “Eret!” Tommy yelled on the walkie.

        Eret chuckled as he took it from his pocket. “It seems Tommy is having troubles again princess.” She gave a babble and Eret nodded. “You’re very right. Let’s see what he needs. Yes, Tommy?”

        “I need your help at my base ASAP!” Tommy demanded.

        “It’s nothing dangerous right?” He asked.

        “Of course not, now if you could hurry.”

        He shook his head chuckling. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

        Putting the walkie away, he hugged his little girl lightly as he changed direction.

        “Sorry princess, we need to go check on Tommy. I know you won’t mind though.”

        There were other times that had happened similarly and Eret would take (Y/N) with him to meet the younger boy. The younger boy’s energy would rub off on the infant and she would get excited as well, babbling and giggling constantly. As long as nothing dangerous was going on, Eret was glad to bring (Y/N) over as it always brought a smile to his face at how adorable she’d get.

        Walking onto Tommy's property, he saw the young boy waiting impatiently outside his dirt home.

        “There you are! You brought the brat?” He huffed.

        “Come now, Tommy. (Y/N) loves being around you, at least be kind to her.” Eret smiled, knowing the boy meant no ill will.

        “Right, now!” Tommy said dramatically as he opened the door to his base. “I need to make a plan!”

        Following him in, he saw Tubbo was also there looking over a paper with Tommy’s handwriting on it. Tubbo looked up as they came in and grinned seeing the little girl in Eret’s arms.

        “You brought (Y/N)!” Tubbo exclaimed excitedly as he came over. “Can I hold her?”

        Eret laughed as he nodded, helping the other boy hold her. Tubbo enjoyed seeing the little girl, loving to play with her and spend time with her. There were times when Eret would let Tubbo babysit his princess so he could do a few more dangerous tasks.

        “You got a little crown, you’re really a princess now.” Tubbo grinned as the girl babbled at him.

        “We’re not here for (Y/N), we’re here to plan!” Tommy protested now.

        Tommy didn’t mind the small child, he just got annoyed when the focus would come off him.

        Focus went back on Tommy but Eret left after a little while to give (Y/N) her lunch for the day. She had gotten energetic after seeing the two boys, babbling and giggling as Eret played with her on the walk back. As they got back to his castle, he saw a wrapped package and note at the main door. Picking it up, he saw it was Fundy’s handwriting.

        You stand no chance, it’s for (Y/N)

        He raised an eyebrow, opening the package then laughed.

        “It seems Fundy wishes to make you love him more than me.” Eret showed her the fox plushy, making her eyes sparkle as he gave it to her. “But I know that you’ll always love me, princess.” He booped her nose, (Y/N) looking at his sunglasses, babbling. “That’s right. I think this prank was an automatic failure. I love you princess.”

          Dream

        “Come on (Y/N), you just got to hold out your hands to me,” Sapnap told the infant in the crib at the community house.

        “No, she’s going to me,” George argued.

        The little girl looked between the two as they went between bickering and encouraging her to hold her hands out to them. Then she looked directly between them and held her arms out giggling.

        “What?” George looked behind them and yelped seeing Dream.

        “What are you idiots doing?” Dream laughed as he picked up his daughter.

        “We were trying to get (Y/N) to choose her favorite uncle, but then you ruined it.” Sapnap huffed, crossing his arms.

        “Well, I am her favorite person.” Dream bragged as he pulled his mask up while looking at the little girl. “Peek-a-boo.”

        The girl gave a little squeal of laughter and Dream chuckled rubbing his nose against hers.

        “She loves both of you idiots.” Dream told them, put his mask back on. “You’re her uncles.”

        “Yeah, but I got to prove Uncle Sapnap is the best.” Sapnap pointed to himself.

        “No! I’m better than you of course.”

        The two bickered and Dream shook his head at his friends before leaving the community house.

        “Your uncles are stupid.” Dream whispered to the little girl, tickling her stomach making her giggle. “Why don’t we go look at what the new people have built today, sound good sweetheart?”

        After Dream had taken in the little girl, his life had most certainly brightened more as their world around them grew. She was a constant ball of happiness that always made Dream and his friends smile. Of course, they had to power through learning how to take care of a baby, a lot of screaming coming from all parties the first night they had the child. But they were starting to get the hang of it.

        One thing Dream loved to do that always seemed to please the little girl was taking her around to see the new buildings that were slowly starting to appear as more people joined their land of the SMP. She seemed to like taking in the new sights so Dream took her whenever someone new came or a new build appeared.

        “I don’t know what I’m going to do with your uncles when you get older. They’re going to be falling over each other to get your attention.” Dream told her as he walked. “I think they think I’ll like whoever wins. You’re my special little girl after all. But what they don’t know, is I don’t care as long as you’re happy.”

        It was very true that Dream’s two best friends were always falling each other to get the attention of the infant already. They got her many things to win her over, having similar competitions when Dream wasn’t looking. Right now, the score was even.

        To try and balance the two-out, Dream would alternate on who he took out for dangerous adventures and who would stay with his little girl. He couldn’t send the both of them on their own, unfortunately, least one of them “trips” into a lava pool.

        Dream stopped on the edge of the new property, (Y/N) looking at the colorful flowers decorating it.

        He was a bit hesitant to show her off to others as he wasn’t the most trusting but if they were going to be part of his land, he would introduce her out principle. He did say she was going to be the princess of his land.

        “No new faces today doesn’t seem Tommy is around.” Dream said to her. “We’ll see him later I’m sure. How about we go visit Punz for a bit?”

        He walked away from the property. There were so many people on his land now, he was sure it would become a bright place where his little princess could always be happy.

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