#wild life smp drabble

[listentothelittlebird]

(wild life smp spoilers)

The first time, Grian takes a moment to realise it. After all, they had been hearing thunder for different reasons that day. In another life, the rumbling growl of the sky could have heralded the cheery tunes of the quizbot that, for all they were wary of its anger, had not been overly violent towards them.

In this life, the thunder that crackled right above his head was far louder, far longer. It nearly drowned out the explosion below him in its intensity, the cacophony of noise leaving his ears ringing even as the sound fades.

He thinks he screams his name out. With his hearing temporarily murky, he cannot quite tell. All he knows is that the stone crumbles under his touch as he falls, miraculously, back down into the tower. That his voice reverberates in his throat, in some hysterical replacement for a laugh. That just a moment later, soot and dust settles around him, coating Mumbo’s absent remains like a shroud. 

It feels almost cruel when the sky lightens above him. Grian looks out towards the sunrise, bright orange bleeding colours along the horizon. Its rays throw their ruined tower into a spotlight, its crack-covered bricks casting shadows over the first final resting place. 

The second time, Grian knows it before it happens. He hears the burst of wind, a sound that he is only just starting to recognise. It is nearly gentle, the pop of air that takes him down. At least he knows a death like this is instant, the moment that one hits the ground. 

He knows it before the thunder even sounds. The acceptance is cold, like the wind as the blast dissipates around them, bitingly cold in the night. 

They still have the minecart, spinning so rapidly it almost hurts his eyes to look, and they take aim and fire. No deaths befall them, but he watches them run with quiet vindication. It staves off the anger, for now.

He only gives himself a second to mourn, after he builds the gravestone that matches another. He digs down into the earth, further and further from the torch burning above him. There, in the darkness, he lets his tears fall. Then he stabs the dripstone into the ground, and begins his climb back to the surface.

[wren-kitchens]

it- to be clear, joel kind of knew from the start. 

he’s seen the way etho puts on that pathetic little pout, and that oh-so-sad voice that he knows doesn’t actually mean anything other than etho wants something and thinks joel will probably say no otherwise. joel noticed all of this immediately- it's not like etho's subtle about it, is he? in his defence, gem didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary- or at least, she didn't mention it, so joel wasn't super sure if it actually meant anything weird. and- okay, yeah, fine- etho's stupid little voice and everything may be somewhat effective on him.

of course, joel did spot that mischievous little look on etho's face as he took joel's hand and led him to the bridge, because- well, how could you not? he didn’t seem to be up to anything awful, and he didn't look guilty- like that one time he tried to convince joel into giving him free glow ink. besides, he was still going on about how mean bdubs was to him, and joel didn’t really want to miss it; etho's very funny when he’s offended.

maybe it was a little bit his fault, because when etho started hanging back a little, joel sort of stepped in front of him on instinct. it's not like he died or anything- bdubs didn’t even die and he was standing right on the trap, so it's not like there was any consequence. but- yeah, joel didn’t actually consider that etho was backing away from a danger, he just kind of assumed he was nervous. which isn't far fetched- that guy seems to be constantly nervous about something or other in the life series. 

but- well, whilst gem was laughing at tango and bdubs, joel didn’t even think to be mad at etho for leading him into a trap—even if it was a shit one. frankly, he- well. it's really very stupid, actually, but- he was just. kind of glad to be holding etho's hand still. which is- that's not weird! y’know, they’re soulmates, he'll have you know; that's a normal thing for soulmates to do. if you think that's weird, go have a look at tango and jimmy- they’re the weird ones. not joel. he’s normal. 

gem made fun of him on the way back, because of course she noticed that they were holding hands. not that there's anything weird about it- gem is wrong here. it- she didn’t have a soulmate, so- y’know. she doesn’t know what normal soulmate stuff is. that's a her problem. 

anyway. she didn’t seem to see the way etho squeezed his hand when they were leaving, so. it's whatever.

[ceratedfish24]

People REALLY liked my Scottho post, which I thought might get maybe 17 notes if even that, so, uh, here’s a dabble based on literally one line towards the end of Etho’s 5th episode of Wild Life.

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“Best Decision I’ve Ever Made” -Etho

The rain lashed against the cobblestone roof above Scott’s head. For the sake of privacy and as a defense mechanism against Impulse and Cleo’s snoring, Pearl and Scott had put up cherry wood walls between the four color coordinated beds in the small base. Scott had thought about putting a window by his bed, but he figured it was best to keep his enemies from being able to see into his base in a death game. The blankets were heavy, and Scott was lying on his stomach, completely limp. His cerulean eyes drooped. Grian’s games were fun, but they were also exhausting. If he was being honest, his favorite part came after the games, when he was curling up in his bed with his cat and sleeping for hours and hours after a whole pot of pasta.

There was a knock on the door.

Scott’s shoulders had just settled into the mattress, but he shoved himself up from the bed. His chest was heaving just from pulling himself onto his knees on his bed, and he took a moment to decompress from that effort alone. Nobody else was going to answer the door. Scott is nothing if not selfless. He puts his weight onto his left hand, feeling it sink into the sheets, and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

The teal haired man stumbled his way to the door of his room and leaned against the frame, running his hands through his bed head. If he was going to answer the door in the middle of the night, he may as well look the best he can manage to represent his team. Scott’s feet dragged themselves to the front of their base, shoulders sagging. Impulse’s snores were faint, but they were audible. Scott pulled his head up to look through the small window in the door. A black eye and a red eye looked back at him. The blue haired man shot upright.

“Etho?” Scott swung the door open towards himself. The poor man’s white hair dripped and sagged over his headband, covering it completely. Etho’s eyes were as sunken in as Scott’s, and they were almost hidden in the dark of the night. Water rushed down his skin, dappled with sun and age. The torches covering the base were like a bonfire outlining Etho’s lean frame. Scott was starting to think he had overdone it with the mob spawn-proofing.

“I know this-” Etho couldn’t finish his sentence, before Scott was dragging him inside by his dripping vest. Scott was too tired to notice how Etho’s eyes dropped to look at his lips, momentarily confused as to the blue boy’s intentions.

“What are you doing out here?” Scott slammed the door shut behind them and practically threw himself into his team’s storage. He fished out the thickest wool blankets they had. Cleo had prepared them for the team during the early days of the game, before they had walls and a roof over their heads to keep out the wind. They didn’t need such heavy blankets now that they were in a safe little abode, but Scott was a hoarder. This was exactly why. He wrapped them securely around Etho’s shoulders, and his hands brushed Etho’s neck. The white haired man was ice cold, but he wasn’t shaking. Scott knew cold like nobody else. Etho should be freezing. His teeth should be chattering, and his nose should be running. Maybe Scott would never understand how Etho had managed to reach such a point in his life that such conditions were normal to him.

“Bdubs stole my bed,” Etho shrugged, hugging the blankets closer to him, digging his fingers into the fabric. “You have- uh. Thank you,” Scott would not have been surprised if Etho was about to admit that he hadn’t seen a blanket in weeks. “I know that I was the one who said that we- uh, that we would keep it, keep this alliance on the downlow, but…”

Scott blew on his hands several times and pressed them against Etho’s masked jaw. It was tense. That must be why his teeth weren’t chattering. Etho stared at Scott. The tension in his shoulders, even under the thick wool, visibly relaxed, and his head dropped into Scott’s palms, which felt like a fireplace on Etho’s face. The stiffened joints in Etho’s neck audibly cracked, and Scott could practically feel the knots in Etho’s shoulders and upper back unraveling.

“You don’t have to apologize for wanting to be warm,” Scott murmured. Thumbs rubbed Etho’s cheekbones, which seemed to jut from his face. The blue haired boy made a mental note to feed this lanky man.

Part of Scott wanted to pull Etho’s head into his neck and cradle his shoulders, letting the man put all his, admittedly very minimal for such a tall survivalist of a man, weight on him. He pulled away instead. Scott pulled a towel out from the chest monster and draped it over Etho’s head. A surprised little “oh!” squeaked out of Etho’s throat, as Scott dug his hands into the towel and mussed Etho’s soaked hair, doing his best to dry it. Trying his best to keep his head still, Etho squeezed his eyes closed, as Scott bunched the towel in his hands on Etho’s scalp. The redstoner’s hair was pretty short. Scott didn’t have to try too hard to get it dry enough.

“Uh, do you have an extra, an extra bed?” Etho shuffled in place and rolled his shoulders. Scott did not have an extra bed, nor did he have the resources to make one. The G’s had yet to move their livestock, so shearing sheep would require a fifteen minute run to and from the island far from the rest of the bases in the rain and darkness.

“Yeah. It’s in that room,” Scott handed Etho a water bottle and nodded to his own room, pulling the blanket off of Etho. “You go ahead. I should set up a hook in here to dry this.”

Reluctantly, Etho pulled his mask down. Scott turned away respectfully, but he could hear Etho drinking. He sounded like he hadn’t had fresh water in a year, before he made his way to the ‘spare’ room. He stood in the doorway for a moment and looked back at Scott. The dry man did his best to ignore it, pretending everything was normal. Scott wrung the water out of the blanket in his hands and draped it over his shoulder, opening the chests to look for the materials for a tripwire hook. Etho’s eyes softened, and he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.

“This is your room,” Etho stated. Scott huffed and half-heartedly picked through a chest for string.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scott tried.

“I’m tired, Scott. I’m not clueless. The whole room is blue,” Etho argued. Scott threw the blanket onto the chests.

“We don’t have a fifth bed,” Scott mumbled, defeated, and looked up at the taller man. Etho shrugged nonchalantly. He hadn’t pulled his wet mask up. His lips had a scar running through them. It looked like it might have been from the same attack that scarred over his eye. Scott ignored that he was looking at Etho’s lips.

“So I’ll sleep on the blanket.”

“Absolutely not.” The blue haired boy sped over to Etho and practically tossed him onto the teal sheets. Scott closed the bedroom door behind him. “You’re not a stray fighting for scraps on the street anymore, sir. You’re my teammate, and no less.”

Scott tugged the blankets from under Etho and tossed them onto his frozen form. The warmth from when Scott was still under the sheets not too long ago seeped into Etho’s muscles. The older man had little time to react before Scott climbed in next to him, wrapping his arms around Etho’s neck and tucking Etho’s damp head under his chin. Etho didn’t know what to do with his cold hands. It seemed rude to press them against Scott’s warm shoulder blades. Scott’s neck felt scorching against Etho’s frozen nose. He doesn’t know when he had begun to let his body shiver.

“...If you insist,” Etho whispered. Scott’s hands ran through his damp hair. They felt like a mug of hot chocolate after a day in the snow. He felt like he was melting. “This is, like, the best decision I’ve ever made, I think.”

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Thanks for reading my little drabble!!🩵

[sup3rsp0r3]

Uhhh more watcher Grian stuff bc the trivia bit gave me ideas :3

"Grian! I need your help, this one's about you!"

Skizz had said, right before he ran off toward his bot. Grian promptly went over to help Skizz. The man's voice rang out through the surrounding group as Grian grew closer. "Er... This one's... Odd." A choir of 'huh?' 'What do you mean?' And, 'How so?' Were the response from the crowd.

"The question says, 'Grian is...' And then it cuts to the answers."

Grian felt a chill go up his spine. The small wings on his head fluttered, threatening to close over his eyes. He had a feeling something like this might happen. A feeling that THEY would mess with this game as well. It didn't matter how much he put into the code, they were always following.

"What are the answers?" Mumbo asked, raising an eyebrow. His sword was planted in the dirt, his hands against the handle as he used the weapon like a crutch. Skizz answered with a slightly weary tone. "Well... The answers are, 'An Entity,' 'A Player,' 'A Code,' and- wait a second. The last answer is glitching out. I can't see it." Mumbo stepped closer, glancing at the screen on the bot. Grian shakily moved forward as well. A good portion of the surrounding group had a clue on what was happening.

To Grian, the words weren't fritzing out at all. In fact, they were a bright purple that left the rest of the screen unreadable. The glow was so bright it painted the surrounding area purple. Just enough to leave a film over everything. It was like no one else saw it.

"It's the glitched one." Grian said, his voice coming out almost detached. "They- uhm, the bot's a little glitched. It shouldn't be a problem again." He chuckled nervously, the wings on his head finally closing over the top half of his face.

Mumbo tensed, quickly pulling his sword properly into his hand. He didn't often see Grian with an obscured face. He had stated how much he hated masks before, and he had only recently been willing enough to open up and explain why. Mumbo didn't know all the details, but he knew enough to say, this wasn't good. This was dangerous.

Skizz wearily selected the answer, watching as the bot calibrated and glew green, putting its robotic arms up in the air to signify Skizz's correct answer. Skizz collected the drops, his prize if you will. All though, Skizz wasn't paying attention to what he had picked up. He was paying attention to the newfound purple fade at the edges of Grian's little head wings.

Few people knew what it actually meant.

Everyone was focusing on it.

The ones that did were terrified.

The ones that didn't were concerned, maybe even scared.

Fin.

[nomorethoughts]

Pleaaaaaaase can I have something super cute !

thank you for voting! you didn't specify a pairing so i just went with mumscott! decided to write something sweet and domestic for the change of seasons, i hope you enjoy <3

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“Wait what? What’s this for?” Mumbo asked. Scott had just come back in from the kitchen, having wordlessly handed him a steaming cup of hot chocolate with no further explanation offered. 

���It’s cold, dark, and scary out, and you deserve something nice,” Scott stated matter of factly, settling back beside Mumbo on the sofa. 

“Wow, that’s… really sweet of you. Thank you.”

Scott leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Mhm.” 

Mumbo held the mug carefully, idly drumming his fingers against the ceramic for a moment. “...Is it that obvious that the change of seasons is getting to me?” He asked after a moment. 

Scott laughed lightly. “Yep. You’ve been acting different again.” 

Mumbo groaned. “Agh, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you with all that. I was hoping this year would be better.”

“Bother me with that?” Scott asked. “Mumbo, we’re literally dating. It’s like, kind of my job to take care of you.”

“It’s not your job,” Mumbo insisted. “I don’t want you feeling obligated to like… try to make me feel better all the time.” He fixed his gaze down on the hot chocolate and took a sip of it.

“Okay, fine, ‘job’ was the wrong word. How about this,” said Scott, “Mumbo, I love you so much. It is my honor to be able to try to make you feel a little better sometimes.” 

Color rose to Mumbo’s cheeks, trying to hide his silly smile behind another sip of hot chocolate. 

“...This is really good.” 

“Don’t change the subject.” 

Mumbo laughed a little at that and finally glanced back over at Scott beside him. “...Thank you. It helps.” 

“I’ll always be here for you, okay? Scott said, gazing at him with a sincere smile. He meant every word of it. “Do you believe me?” 

“I believe you.” 

“I love you, Mumbo.” 

“I love you too, Scott.”

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@scottsmajorshipbracket

[foggysilverfeathers]

Jimmy does it underground.

It’s not illegal, exactly, and They can’t watch him (that’s the whole point, after all) but it doesn’t feel right to do it out in the open air, among cheerful, lighthearted allies whose biggest worries this episode are their outfits and what fun little gimmick will be today. His hand trembles as he lights the first candle.

Seven candles in total — the first four a waxy yellow, two a starchy white and the last jet black, dyed with fresh ink from a squid he’d killed early that morning. The sixth one is short, more of a candle than a stub, but it counts. It matters.

Then, trembling, he dips his hand in the pot he’s carried all the way down here and draws the Symbol.

Enderman blood — difficult to explain having and even more difficult to get. It glows purple in the dark, making the Symbol shine eerily.

“Hello?” Jimmy half whispers, then winces at his own voice. He’s not sure how to begin a prayer.

(Is that what this is, then? A prayer?)

But to his surprisingly, the symbol whispered back.

Speak, ask, for your allies grow wary.

Speak, ask, our yellow canary.

The whispers are at once ancient and powerful, but overwhelmed with a feeling of greed and hunger. They rise above each other in a cacophonous wave, their harmony forming words.

(Jimmy shouldn’t be surprised. This is why he’s here, after all, to ask Them for something — but then why did They never answer his prayers?)

(The Listeners. He’d prayed to them, been loyal to them, but as promised, they’d only ever Listened. Listened to his pleas and prayers, listened to his cries of pain, listened to the pain the canary wings brought him, cycle after cycle.)

(Well, he’d had enough. Of course, he’d heard the warnings, but if the Watchers were really in charge, surely they could make sure Secret Life wasn’t a fluke.)

(Surely they could take away his wings.)

“Is my curse broken?” That seemed like a good place to start.

The Symbol flickered, presumably from one of the candle flames glinting off the enderman blood.

First to die, first to sing,

Your song is deadly, and chaos it brings.

But we have an offer, if you’re prepared to take it.

It will require sacrifices, if you’re ready to make it.

Swear off those meddling false gods of yours

And your life before another will be ensured.

His voice was shaking when he next replied. “Which gods?”

(He knew, didn’t he? He knew, deep down, that what he was doing was wrong. He could sense them.)

(They Listened.)

There are those that Listen, who value honour,

We are those you need, and we are Watchers.

Join us now, bird, parrot, canary,

Or this cavern of yours won’t be quite so airy.

They weren’t threatening the existence of his curse, Jimmy realised. They were threatening to invoke it right now, to kill him deep underground with no way of escape.

Maybe he shouldn’t have done it underground.

(But he remembered it later, when the news reached him: Mumbo was dead. Not a new canary — the curse hadn’t transferred — for his death hadn’t been an omen of chaos, but an accidental death. A mishap with explosives, a death alone from others.)

(A mishap, sure, but Mumbo knew his way around tech. Jimmy couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be slightly nudged to the wrong place at the wrong time, his hand guided by some all-seeing force. They waited, and their promise was fulfilled. Now for his end of the bargain.)

(They Watched.)

[maxinemeows]

So multiple things inspired me to write this little angsty Flower Husbands drabble: their interactions in this season, the scene on bread bridge in Limited Life (and how Jimmy seems to be okay to ask Scott for lives as if they're nothing,) and also in general how I am noticing how their dynamic is more antagonistic and violent now (similarly how Joel and Scott are usually.)

Also, Jimmy not knowing who was Scott's soulmate when he was doing the Life Series quiz made me think that it would be cool to include here!

(if you know my last Scott post you'll probably understand why this thing exists- PGFJGHF.)

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A Deal with heartbreak

Session 6 started with a bang, multiple people dying because of the sudden appearance of the wildcard from today, Jimmy being one of them, making him be a red life now.

Scott walks near the cherry wood stairs of the Bamboozlers and looks around to check on them to see if they found out something new about the wildcard.

“Hello? Anyone here?” Scott calls out until he notices Jimmy coming down the mountain. He seems to be wearing the clothes he did last session, but this time they’re different colors.

Jimmy waves at Scott and approaches him rapidly.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” Scott smiles warmly. Sure, Jimmy is red but he wouldn’t attack him out of the blue, even though last sessions he kind of did, but Scott hopes he won’t now.

“Dude this wildcard is crazy! I can’t believe I died so quickly! I mean, at least I wasn’t the only one.”

“You have to be more careful Jimmy, Mumbo died last session so you might follow him…”

Jimmy sighs and crosses his arms shaking his head.

“Yeah, you’re still a green man, I don't know how you do it!” As Jimmy says that he gets an idea.

Scott shrugs at that. He just goes under people’s radars, though he is also good at the games, but better than Gem and Joel? Probably not.

“Scott man, I really need a life… Now that I am red is more urgent than yesterday! Please can I kill you?” Jimmy puts his two hands together and tries to make the best puppy eyes.

Scott chuckles at his request, and for a moment he considers it.

“Uhm, sorry Jimmy, I really don’t want to lose a life now. I gave one to Pearl yesterday so-” He gets interrupted as Jimmy gets closer to Scott, making him visibly more nervous.

“Oh! You gave her a life so she wouldn’t be red right? This is the same situation! Please man!” 

“But that’s different Jimmy! She’s my teammate and I also promised her that if she turns red she could kill me!”

With that said Scott thinks this is over but he then sees how Jimmy is suddenly holding a sword.

“How is that different? What about me asking you yesterday? Also! Our teams are kind of allies right? Don’t you think it’s a good idea to help your ally?” Jimmy waves his sword around, making Scott be very vigilant of the situation he’s in.

“I understand that, but Pearl, Impulse and Cleo are the first people I allied with this season! Of course I am going to prioritize them! Plus if we’re like this then Pearl was my soulmate a couple of seasons back so!” Scott says that without thinking, realizing suddenly why this moment seemed familiar. 

He, for a moment sees a black leather jacket and a long bridge extending on both of their sides.

Jimmy furrows his eyebrows in confusion and anger saying: “What? Okay and? Also your soulmate wasn’t it Cleo?”

Scott finds himself dumbfounded. He steps back and sees Jimmy closing the distance, and as he does that Jimmy accidentally steps on a poppy when he swings his sword at Scott.

In that moment, something in Scott gets broken. His stomach feels like it's turning and his hands buckle into fists. A sword appears into Scott’s hand and he swings it to block the blow; he then redirects his sword near Jimmy’s neck.

“I’ll give you 30 seconds Jimmy, to get out of my sight before I kill you for good.” Scott looks coldly at Jimmy, his eyes beginning to glow, but not only that, multiple more seem to appear and open on his neck and arm, glowing alike.

Jimmy’s sword disappears into his inventory and he huffs as he turns around and walks up the stairs of his team’s mountain.

Scott’s hands tremble. He sighs, and writes a mental note to not visit the Bamboozlers anymore.

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So I thought Jimmy was yellow at the end of session 5- checked, and he is red, but well this is a silly drabble anyways!

I had to make a reference to Deal with Destiny in the title okay? Was it obvious? Was it not?

Hope you liked it! ^^

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What makes this fandom special is four things things

it's a 10k exhange, which is why you have until mid-october to get it done.

you can opt into WILD mediums for your fic— dress up game! poetry! fanvid! in-world reddit posts! spreadsheets! Check out the tag set for the full list, it's honestly hundreds of medium options. You're not guaranteed to get any of the mediums you opt into, but it's a possibility! You can even contact the mods to ask to match on a specific medium if you really want to make a ship schematic, or write a triple drabble, or draw a propaganda poster.

Instead of requesting your fic focus on a relationship, there are also Worldbuilding tags you can request. For QSMP, the WB tags are WB: Any (QSMP | Quackity SMP), WB: Egg Revivals (QSMP), WB: Egg/Code Connection (QSMP), WB: Federation Kidnappings & Cryosleep (QSMP). You could request or offer a fic (or art!) that focuses on any of those!

This part is optional, but you can take your 10k, and go to the mods, and request that you Swap some of your assignment, so instead of 10k for UsernameWaterglass, you have 4k for UsernameWaterglass, 3k for UsernameTissueBox, and 3k for UsernameCinnamonRoll. (Really creative usernames there, drawn from the items around me.) And then you still hit 10k on your gift, but in the form of multiple smaller gifts!

The mods don't promise that you'll definitely get a swap, but the more people in the exchange requesting swaps, the more likely it gets. So that is why I'm here now, looking at you with pleading eyes! I want to do some QSMP swaps, but we only have 4 people signed up for QSMP, and we don't have a huge amount of overlap in characters, so some people are still not matchable. I want us to drop some banger fics into the tag and make everybody go OOOOOOO that looks fun why didn't I sign up for FIAB, and then they weep and wail with joy while reading our fics.

Y'know, normal things to want.

Anyways, you can see the tagset for all the possible tags you can offer and request here (hence why there's ship tags on this post), and you can see all the QSMP sign-ups here, and the event blog and rules are here, and you can sign up yourself here! If you are a multi-mcyt fan, we also have DSMP, Hermitcraft, Life Series, SMPEarth in the tag set, and there are literally over a thosuand other fandoms. We even have a MCYT FIAB discord where you can ask questions and compare notes!

I leave you with some highlights from the QSMP requests so far.

*locks onto you with with a powerful magnet to drag you into exchange* JOIN US.

[mello-when-hi]

A little Drabble for cDnF week! Day 1- Early SMP days

Dream thinks he would like to live forever.

Not as some all-knowing deity or cursed hero, no. That’d be a tragic life to bear.

No, what Dream craves is infinity. To live forever as one with the earth, forever watching over the lands he has brought into existence.

His hand roams over sweet smelling grass, and he thinks that maybe he’d like to be a tree, having his roots become tangled with the earth.

Content with his place in the world, he collapses onto the soft grass, face straining towards the sun as a flower would. His eyes fall shut, the sun bathing his face in a dazzling light. He sighs. Content.

Though the world is still young, Dream knows that he holds a deeper connection with it than Georege or Sapnap or Callahan. He feels tied to the world, some invisible lead wrapped firmly around his heart, proclaiming him to the land.

He’s toyed with the sensation in his heart before, probing it, searching for a reaction. But no matter how hard he concentrates or how earnestly he spins the sensation around within him, it always ends with nothing spectacular happening.

Dream wonders if he should share this idea with George, but he already knows the reaction it will earn out of his boyfriend. An enamored smile accompanied by a sigh. George has long-since become accustomed to Dream’s wild assumptions. It is rare that Dream can take him by surprise.

In the end, Dream caves in and shares his secret hope whilst cuddled up against George. They sit on a fallen log, a flickering fire, courtesy of Sapnap, crackles warmly before them.

Mindlessly, Dream links their hands together before whispering, “Would you love me if I was a tree?”

A smile has already bloomed on Dream’s face, and he waits for George to turn to face him so that they can smile together under the stars. The joy between them is infectious. Dream knows it’s only moments until he hears George’s tinkling laugh, and he grips tighter on the smaller hand kept safely in his.

Rather than laughing immediately, George looks curiously as Dream before a grin cracks along the surface of his pale face.

“What?” He asks, amused.

Without missing a beat, Dream quickly begins his spiel, elaborately explaining the concept of becoming one with the earth, inseparable from the thing he treasures most.

By the time he’s finished, George is listening intently, giving serious thought to the matter Dream has presented.

“I think I understand what you’re saying, but how will you become a tree?” A asks, intrigue in his voice.

Dream only shrugs, attention drawn to the way the moonlight reflects off of George’s pale skin.

“That’s a problem for future Dream. I have my whole life to figure it out.” He says dismissively.

Now that he’s freed his idea into the world, his mind finally knows calm. He relaxes against George’s back, tilting his head so it rests on his shoulder. The position puts an uncomfortable amount of strain on his neck, but it allows him to see his two favorite things simultaneously, so he silently endures.

George scoffs, stars twinkling brightly behind him.

“As long as you don’t become like, obsessed with your pursuit of immortality.”

Dream laughs.

“Yeah no.”

George smiles at him.

“One really good life with you is all I need.” Dream admits, earnest.

He visibly sees George soften, his gaze bearing such tender fondness that Dream fears he may seep into the earth.

George presses a gentle kiss to his forehead, lips warm. Dream sighs.

Life is perfect.

[tea-with-veth]

Teahound Fic Masterlist

The current masterpost of my fanfics! I’ve listed the series here: I have nearly thirty fics in total, but they are almost all condensed into series.  The Pocketful of Rye series, co-written by myself and @lumberjack-halt stars Philza Minecraft, who has been turned into a crow by an angry witch, and subsequently taken shelter with a pink-haired man with a mysterious past living in the forest. The series stars tasty food, friends, and the unfolding stories of people seeking peace in a world where darkness still lurks. Currently ongoing. 

songs and stardust sons is a three-part series: a philza origin story, a technoblade origin story, and the story of how they met and became friends. One of my favorites, both to write and read.

The touch-tone telephone series stars Tubbo as a young intern at a dubious genetics company, who befriends a hybrid Ranboo who is being experimented on and decides to do something to help. The next two works in the series deal with the aftermath of those decisions.

The and the universe! series is my collection of hermitcraft fics and last life fics. There are currently two fics there, but you can expect more on the way. 

a garden of thorns is my collection of Dream SMP one-shot fics, including some drabbles previously posted on Tumblr, and some more exclusive, longer stories. I highly recommend this series- it contains much of my best work, but is much less well known. 

and sometimes, home a collection of SBI one-shots, primarily emerald duo! Some take place within the Dream SMP canon, while others are AUs. 

throw a penny (for my children) is a Breath of the Wild AU where the champions of Hyrule run a frozen yogurt shop and fall in love with being teenagers about to grow up. 

soldiers and spirits a two-part (incomplete) series involving the Dream Team and a world of chaos, spirits and magic.

[landofspaceandrainbows]

nice

Ok, i think it’s totally fucking wild that my absolutely favorite “crack” (taken seriously) theory is somewhat coming true ??  like the one i feel kinda actually emotional about! Srsly!

aka the SMP multiverse

Like it’s def. not *my* version of the theory ofc, but *a* version!  it’s the various creator’s version.  but like good for them.  and omg o m g.

cool.

(It’s the one i wrote a few bad double drabbles and the story “on the origins of lives” on ao3 about)

more rambling about “my version” under the cut

and rambling about why i get emotional about, the idea, at least my version (i don’t want to put any weird pressures on the SMP creators or their version) and why i get emotional about the story too.

and yes, i am thinking of a sequel

the story, https://archiveofourown.org/works/40205097

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so, like, the crack idea (LOSAR’s version) is the idea that all the SMP roleplay servers are linked in a multiverse, though quite loosely.  And also wrapped into my thoughts or ideas are some vague stuff about admin powers and mod powers and viewers - (and watcher / listener lore from Evo and 3rd Life being loosely tied to that)

so the main crack idea that’s kinda grown into this emotional thing, at least for me, (and it is Crack), is the whole joke bit video where Grian and Tommyinnit meet up, aka “I Tried to get Grian to Swear”, also known as “the one where they have a building competition” and also get weirdly posessively desirous about Mumbo Jumbo....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDBeFoZxhIc&t=4s

Anyway, the idea i had is it actually seems to fit well with other stuff with their HC and Dream SMP roleplay characters, and like they actually play off eachother surprisingly well there.  And it’s a chance for both groups to see how “the other half” lives. and they have fun.

~

So the background of these people is that, oh boy, Tl:dr the relevant parts here is that HermitCraft SMP where Grian usually plays is.... you could call it upbeat, cheerful, and pranksterish but friendly, but not romantic at all.  Pretty much anything of that aspect has to be Teen rating.  And that includes explicit “straight” stuff too, btw. it’s like a friend molecule.  Whereas the Dream SMP, where Tommy’s from, does have that aspect, many gay, straight, poly, marriages. and a lot of passion and genuine caring.  also to put what you heard about bluntly, it may not be the worst.... Dream SMP is a hellhole.  This is just to set the scene if you know nothing.

So anyway, (in the joke video i referenced, and in my story) this is a time when the two groups meet.   And see how they live, and swap stories, and yes build a pair of cottagecore cottages for winner’s clout.

And (in my story at least)  they see things in eachother.  Grian sees how scarred Tommy is (and how annoying and weird to be around) but also how *passionate* and willing to express how he feels about Grian and Mumbo Jumbo, even if it’s in a little bit of a yandere stan way lol.  (understatement)

While Tommy sees in Grian and Mumbo.... one: how absolutely power hungry they are.  Like they really like to influence things, really.  and that they are inhuman.  And well... on the Dream SMP, neither fares very well really.  If you’re power hungry (like Dream) you become everyone’s enemy.  and there’s so many inhumans/part humans on the DSMP, but g d do they go through some hard times because of it, and can’t even talk to it with anyone. Ranboo is part enderman and has to deal with Follish killing other endermen in front of him and rain and snow burning hi,m.  Philza is winged, but has his ability to fly stripped due to injury almost immediately upon joining the server.  And yet - to Tommyinnit’s wise eyes - Mumbo and Grian are liked and respected on HermitCraft. wtf.

And ofc, the contest ends with Grian winning and taking Tommy’s prized elytra (a pair of minecraft wings) as a prize (this will be important later)

~

So just like Dream XD is Dream in admin form - a God in the minecraft world.... the two go off into Admin Mode (which side note, in my story is Watcher Mode for Grian)

And they go talk to Mumza.

And For the Third Life/Last Life/Double Life series - Grian institutes a loooot more passion.  and also a LIMITED CANONICAL LIFE SYSTEM like they have in THE DREAM SMP.  And finally gets a chance to cling to Scar and Mumbo (but at what cost? “I don’t feel too good about this”)

And for the ORIGINS SMP - Admin Tommyinnit, Tommy XD, institutes unlimited lives, sure, that dcan’t be understated, but also (maybe more importantly) free use of powers or abilities. yes! Elytras, shulkers, ender pearls, teleportation.  Just like on HermitCraft.  and also * the ability to talk about all this stuff *

(notice any patterns on what species people chose on origins? Tubbo starts as the most highly armed and armored species in the game, Phil has elytra wings, Ranboo is an enderman, Will a ghost, Niki was surrounded by fire, now she’s surrounded by water, Jack had to claw his way out of hell after dying in one of Tommy’s stupid wars on the DSMP and always resented him for it, now he starts in hell on the O SMP and has Tommy come to see him and help him get back.)

Anyway, and Tommy is an Avia, who doesn’t have full elytra and can’t fly but has (cute little) vestigial wings.

And who’s favorite jokingly annoyed phrase is “Phiiiil, i wanna fly like you phil!”

And Tommy’s also said that unlike the Dream SMP the disc thing doesn’t apply here.

~

So....

(now do you maybe start to see where the elytra comes in?)

On Dream SMP, Tommy gives his music discs away to Dream ( XD ) for everyone’s freedom.  and constantly wants them back.

On ORIGINS SMP, planeswalker Admin Tommyinnit XD Gives his elytra to Grian (Watcher) for the ideas of the Origins SMP.  And is like “I wanna fly like you Phil.”

(because if you notice, i think part of the “Tommy” personality in any universe, besides being selfish, and talking about girls, and talking shit to ppl, is being willing to give up things he cares about for his friends ).... (and oh boy, grian will take anything, anything that isn’t nailed down. )

But deep down I think he’s a little “happy” with both cases.

and i know this is a different multiverse thing. And i just like multiverses and planeswalkers in general.

But this is part of why i’m emotional about it, if i am.

~

(and why.... forget grian adopting tommy, how about i ship some Tommyinnit and Grian and Mumbo Jumbo) < 3

~Edit:

P S - and its a bit off topic, but let me tell you about Lifesteal SMP and what happens there since they have an airport to the Dream SMP.

[gardenergulfie]

Emptober day 3: Gold

Rating: G

Word Count: 684

Relationships: None

Characters: Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Tags: Drabble, Immortal Pearl, Deity Pearl, Reaper Pearl, Souls, Emptober, Alternate Universe - Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF), Character Study

Pearl had never picked out a favorite color in all her years of living. They were all so different and special and a builder like her knew better than to choose favorites. But there was a color that Pearl kept seeing, a color that ended up surrounding her. Gold.

Emptober Day 3: Gold

AO3 Link

Fic below the cut

Pearl had never picked out a favorite color in all her years of living. They were all so different and special and a builder like her knew better than to choose favorites. But there was a color that Pearl kept seeing, a color that ended up surrounding her. Gold.

Any citizen of the Farming Empire could tell you about its secondary name, The Golden Fields. Pearl had planted wheat in her earlier days in this world, the base of any farm. Sunflowers and glowberry vines soon followed and now yellow and its brother gold were the signature colors or the empire. It popped up even more without Pearl thinking about it, the ducks in her pond and on her banner, the sunflowers in her hair, the gold in her dress, the shine of her tools. She was surrounded by gold.

Gold is a color with a lot of meaning. Wealth, happiness, even strength some would say. All of those virtues were represented in Pearl’s home. They weren’t the most wealthy in terms of money or treasure but in food and community that had much of. The Farming Empire was a safe place, protected by Pearl. The citizens were happy and content here and never had need for anything. Even when they had worries, like about the Corruption or Pearl’s new ally, they were reassured by Pearl. She would take care of them, she was strong enough to fight any foe. She’d gone toe to toe with Xornoth and the demon had only lost because they cheated. Pearl was strong and so was her empire. The citizens worked hard, planting and tending to and harvesting the fruits of their labor. They had muscle and those who trained with her had skill. Her empire was well defended. Her empire was gold in all the meanings of the word.

Pearl and her empire were gold in ways moss people did not expect. Gold means life: from the golden apples that heal more than a person has to golden totems that revive people who die. For ages gold has been associated with life, soul, everything that made a person alive. Gold was vitality and so was Pearl. The people of this land were long living but she was one of the few immortals here. She could see the golden spark of souls in her fellow rulers and in her own citizens. She could see it in the things that she farmed, livestock and crops and wild foliage. She could see the life that was held in that gold, the memories and experiences twisting inside the living thing. She could tell the moment this gold left, the moment something died. She took gold as easily as one picked a flower, taking it when she knew its time was finished. Pearl was a farmer and a god and so she reaped. Pearl never kept this kind of gold for long, letting it fly from her hands and to wherever it goes next.

Pearl has wings, large wings to carry her wherever she needs to go. Some claimed that they came from some elven blood, like King Smajor’s, but in truth they are much more magical. These wings are Pearl’s gold, her soul, her life, her vitality. She had lived so long, collected so much life of her own, that it simply didn’t fit inside her anymore. It had burst out, first with a fire, formless and writhing, but then it formed into wings. They would keep growing, Pearl knew, as long as she continued to live. Pearl wasn’t planning on dying any time soon she had a lot of gold to collect for herself.

Pearl didn’t have a favorite color but she did have a familiar one. A color that brings her comfort. One she defaults to when building. One she makes her tools from. One she surrounds herself in every way. The color of life and in some ways, the color of death. For Pearl was not just a being of life, she was a Reaper and she would harvest gold from every being once their time was up.