#I CANT HANDLE ANOTHER TOMMY DEATH GUYS

[enneamage]

hi i dont know how to start this so im just going to get right into it

i never understood why twitter got so mad at this clip ever since i saw it live i actually thought i was more good than bad? that might sound crazy but the fact as a 16 year old cis guy got called a lesbian and didnt go "ew im not a LESBIAN!??!" and actually thought about it for a second.

i think thats perfectly normal at that age to wonder that to wonder about your sexual and gender identity. hell i did and i think if i never did that as a teen i would have never accepted the idea of me being a trans guy.

now this brings me to the point of this essay. i think if twitter didnt have a shit party over that clip he would be more comfortable expressing himself femininity and accepting his bisexuality.

sure he doesnt have a problem flirting with guys as we've seen but they've always been less "masc" than his whole "big man" persona i think he finds it easier to flirt with guys (with the exception of ranboo of course) if he views them as more fem or even as a women perhaps

im not one to truthing him being trans or clem being real but im not against it. this also isnt me truthing him as being trans. i think cis people expressing femininity and masculinity is so important male or female (femininity and masculinity are ALWAYS put as things that go inherently together, but for some reason theyre never put as things that compliment eachother but thats a whole different topic)

but what do i really know? i dont have an audience of 12 million on youtube and 7 miliion on twitch i cant imagine that many eyes on you just waiting to judge you on your every move

Anon I admire the drive but I’m afraid you’ve sent this to the person who authored the “Tommy being Bi won’t fix him” post, so I must stick to my convictions on this one.

(As an aside, for those who don’t know, meet Clementine!)

I was not directly around for The Lesbian Moment, but I think I heard the gunshots down the street. I think it’s hugely under-emphasised how everyone was on the back of a world-changing mass death event spread out over the course of at least two years around that time, and the way that it (reasonably, all things considered) affected the way people handled stress. People were very sensitised to a lot of things, and it doesn’t surprise me that this would be a case where zooming out from what the problem was ‘supposed to be about’ would reveal a massive soup of situational stressors looking for a fracturing point to express themselves.

As thousands of people were all suddenly shoved online to share the same spaces, the social processes involved with creating norms and group standards had tons of gas thrown on them. It was going to be messy no matter what, people were electing scapegoats left and right to set social standards about what was and wasn’t acceptable. This is grim but important context (Tw), lockdown was horrific for rates of at-home physical and sexual abuse. Being a woman online in general is a state of psychological warfare against an objectifying culture. I remember talk about how his audience was divided even then, a group of lesbians were like “hell yeah we can let Tommy join /nsrs” and then another group were not even remotely okay with that even as a joke.

People were sensitised to feeling invaded in a time where lockdown had personal agency down to record lows, especially for teenagers and children. In a world where you have next to no agency or personal control over your circumstances, having a say in dominant moral narratives and the accepted behavior of people skyrockets in value, because you’re constantly in other people’s power. People were profoundly invested in the few square inches of control that they could/did have, so they were deeply reactive with it. A lot of pandemic reactivity was the behavior of people who felt over-activated and cornered, so while it’s possible to critique the outrage and take it apart on the terms that it presented itself on, it’s important to understand it as part of a whole as well.

👏 ON TO THE GAY SHIT

I feel like what goes into Tommy flirting with each of the men he’s flirted with in the past has been a little bit different. Tubbo seemed like possessive best friend claiming mushed into a straight lens with a side of teasing (I like girls, I like Tubbo, Tubbo is girl.) Ranboo was a fascinating intersection of girlfriend sublimation and flirtation to raise his self-esteem, also a bit of an apology for the not-so-passive-aggression from when it looked like Ranboo had “stolen” Tubbo. I wasn’t around for TimeDeo, but fuck it, that counts too. I don’t think that the majority of his homosocial flirting was to make himself seem more masc, especially with Ranboo. (I’ll spare you examples but that particular stretch has some moments.)

Tommy had a ‘playing toughguy’ problem when he was younger, and it contributed to some of his worst habits in terms of what came out of his mouth. I would have attributed a lot of this to his environment, the influences that he related to both positively (edgy youtubers) and negatively (macho schoolmates.) He was very teenage boy, but even then he had an off-beat streak that I impressionistically related to as more femme, even when he was being abrasive. Ever since being forcibly civilised through Wilbur and the forces of the internet he’s had much less of that, but his femme streak has stayed in some form or another, just evolving to fit what’s needed of him at a given time.

The rate at which Tommy being a cishet man comes up as a genuine issue that people feel compelled to try and see resolved is interesting, even as someone who occasionally feels it myself. Like there’s got to be something to unpack in that dynamic, that whatever behavioral issue he’s experiencing at a given time feels tied to his identity as a cishet male and something that can be revised if he had the right personal revelations. The issue is, I just don’t think it’s true, or at least wouldn’t make the difference that some people would want it to make. Some of his problems could even be tied up in his Englishness, and that’s straight up incurable. It’s hard for me to imagine that having a sexuality related revelation would make that big of a difference in the grand scheme of… him as a person. He’s got a lot of moving parts.

I do feel some frustration on behalf Tommy in terms of being a target of essentialist thought. He’s not allowed to be as camp as he probably wants to be because it comes off as offensive to gay culture, and he’s not allowed to be overtly femme because people are strict about policing gender expression right now if a given person doesn’t take on a certain label that corresponds with it. He’s assumed to have the worst intentions if he isn’t directly part of a certain group, and he really is clumsy with things that he doesn’t understand so he can be better off sometimes keeping his hands inside his box, but it’s still kind of sad to see the roundabout way that these binaries re-enforce themselves with someone like him. At the same time, try not to mourn over ‘what could have been’, because it’s still a form of essentialism to think that having traits more commonly associated with non-cishet identity would solve his problem-of-the-week, and there’s no guarantee that’s the case.

#Tw: Violence #tw: SA mention #Tw: Assault #Tw: Abuse #Brief mention but still worth noting for being so abrupt #As you can tell I’ve been thinking this topic over for a while #I want him to have Queer Freedom as much as the next guy but it’s not the vital jenga block that will knock the rest of him into place #Him being a sticky little man is his journey. His path #mageessay #since this is the spiritual sequel to the first one

[the-firebird69]

We just put another hit on trying to remember Lord as the last one was used already

And he just hissed at our son death threats again.

It is a very very ugly person is John rima Lord is a moron too it's really Donald Trump and he's a retarded man and he's demented and he's sick has no place next to her son and really he's of no use I want him out and he's here illegally all you have to do is call the cops he's not supposed to be there we get that too. I'm formulating solutions that I'm sending them out wants this guy handled, that's why people driving want some handles or some out and figure it out so I'm tired of hearing about you bud you need to leave. He's grabbing about it all the time so I'm going to do something I understand what you're saying you're 24/7 team on him so I'm going to assign it get him out and keep him out.

We're starting to see what's going on a little more. Terry cheeseman hit our son's mom in 84 car accident. Yes. As a girl. I'm going to bring her him actually up on attempted murder charges. And we're going to meet up the idiot next door John Riva Lord on accessory and conspiracy to commit homicide and homicide and soon with Terry for the hospital in Utah. Where they both were. And we're bringing them up on attempted homicide on our son multiple charges multiple times and going and throw the book there at them.

And we're going to use it of course.

Jennifer is Katya equiz and she is suing Donald Trump for forcing her to have his last name and to pretend that she's a daughter of his. Included in the law suit damages for slander, and multiple attempts of homicide and for breaking up the relationship with our son cuz they forced it. And it was Jenna and Trump did that. And she's also suing for him impersonating people and trying to steal money all the time and other such things from her and for taking personal belongings and for waking her up constantly and for harassment and for stalking her and for attempted homicide on her mom many many times and for killing off her friends and trying to blame her for it it's a big huge list always extremely well documented and there's more treason. And telling her family secrets to try and threaten her he's a scumbag and a slimeball.

In reality of Katya Equiz says single-handedly murdered about 700 million if it is and but he has no proof. Yeah she's killed you and you keep asking for it so have fun in court your piece of dumb s***. Right now Trump has said about 300 million people down to try and harm Katia and it's documented as well and those 300 million are dead and he's sending more. Awesome orders his areas in Massachusetts ripped out and raided fully from Western Mass

They are proceeding and his order in California rated from the totungas, they're up and says fully raid the rip everything out especially Tommy f hardware cuz lose some top signs so people see that Trump took it. And other areas is Galactus is up and she says Galactica is up as well and she's smiling because he's moving it.

The upper Midwest is emptying of satanists the Midwest is too and almost fully are bringing up on clothing facilities now they're coming up fast and putting them in the upper Midwest too doesn't care for the stupid movies. We figured out something too it keeps saying Superman hasn't happened and all this stuff so what happens in one city most of it and doesn't look very full you can fight over something in the dead zone that's fine. We're pulling them up in the upper Midwest area will be closed shortly and they're British Columbia just asking me if there are other areas were sick of clones in. I say here this is a cant very well stick one here we ask why not?, Since I don't know why not, we can move it after if needed. So I'm going to pull a few up and use it and we're pulling into the mouth in the ocean out there like 50 x 70 and they're three of them we need them to slow down and making all these spaceships especially the clones. The three cloning facilities are tommy f is three more in the West. Were pulling one up right now and see how it goes

Katya is giggling his stuff is huge it's always huge that's how he thinks

It's true and we're doing it all over the place now they're terrorize us with clones you're freaking done. Now people can see something that these people are very ugly and mean and oppressing our son and they're taking a beating and not doing much and they want them out of power especially Donald Trump you're supposed to reasonable is not reasonable at all and we're going to start hitting him because he's a little mean child too it's going to learn it or he's going to be gone starting now. I'm sitting in squads I'm going to clear Florida of the idiot I'm going to pull his bunkers out right now.

Thor Freya

Good action I do appreciate it should post them up in Massachusetts so I'm going to do that

Katia Equiz

Olympus were scared for you losers no were not

[olliscowizz]

What is going on with me? Two chapters in one day. Some people would say massproduction, but I just want to let y'all know that I probably wont post tomorrow, since I am going to a party today. So as a small apology I post two chapters in one day. Please enjoy it and let me know what you enjoyed. <3

Also this chapter is a bit longer. Sorry bout that too. :)

____________________________________________

The next morning Sara woke up to a tickling feeling on her nose. After opening her eyes she noticed, that it was Olli who gave her butterfly kisses, which made her laugh. “Why are you so cute?”, she asked him and hugged him as good as she could in her lying position. “You’re one to talk”, he giggled and embraced her as well. This was too good to be true. Sara had a feeling that this wont last for a long time.

And she was right. After Sara and Olli shared a few more kisses the door suddenly opened and in stormed an a angry manager. Perplexed they both jumped away from each other. “What do you think you are doing, young lady?”, he asked and if look could kill Olli would have been fried. “Have you heard of knocking?”, she lashed out at him and pulled her blanket a bit higher, cause she didn’t feel well in his presence. “You can’t just take random hookups into your room! Have you thought about what the public will say?”, he asked her enraged. But Sara was enraged too. Did he just call Olli a random hookup? “Excuse me? A random hookup?”, she whispered. “What else would you call that fling?”, he asked and pointed a finger in Ollis direction. Sara got up. She didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing any trousers and just walked up to him, put a finger to his chest. “How dare you intervene in my life like that?”, she was furious. She finally had enough of his little controlling game. “I am not intervening. When will you see that under my watch you can achieve only great things. But for that you have to listen to me and actually do the shit I tell you to do!”, he was shouting now. But Sara was just as angry. “I don’t need you to control my life like that! I am perfectly capable of making my own decision”, she shouted back at him. Olli on the other hand was completely lost with the exchange that was going on before him. He knew that her manager wasn’t an easy person to be around, but he didn’t know that he was this controlling. He had the urge to protect Sara. He slowly got up, not caring that he was only dressed in boxers and stood behind Sara and put his hands on her waist, cause she was getting dangerously close to her manager. “Aww. Look at that curly headed boy trying to protect the little Sara. Good job, girl. You got yourself gentleman”, he mocked Olli and even though he couldn’t see Saras face, he knew that this was the last bit she needed. “Leave. Right now. And don’t come back today or I swear I will make sure you will never get another job in this industry.” Olli almost didn’t hear her. She whispered. She must be really angry.

Her manager just laughed her in the face and slowly backed up. Luckily he left the room without any side comments. He could handle her now, but he didn’t know what would’ve happened if he said one thing more.

“Are you okay, angel?”, he asked her and looked at her with concern. She seemed stressed. “I don’t know actually. He always does that. You know trying to control me and stuff”, she admitted and had to sit on the edge of the bed. He now saw the deep sadness in her eyes and it all made sense now. The way she never seemed to eat when he and the guys were eating or how she barely agreed to go out with them. It was because she was scared of him. And she had the courage to stand up to him. For Ollis sake. He felt his heart starting to grow with even more affection for the beautiful woman in front of him, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her. A long, intense kiss. He tried to take her hurt away with it, even though he knew he couldn’t. He could try to ease the pain just a little bit. “Should we go to Tommis place later? He’s throwing a small party and maybe it will take your mind of that asshole”, he suggested and saw her eyes light up a bit. She agreed. “Can I come with you to your place maybe?”, she asked hi shyly. She didn’t want to stay here an risk running into her manager again. He surely wouldn’t approve of her going to a party.

He nodded and together they searched for a outfit she could wear to the party. They agreed on a cute black dress with puffy sleaves. After they packed her shower utensils they quietly left her hotel room and made their way towards Ollis apartment. After a short walk they arrived at their destination. “Welcome inside”, he opened the door for her and they went inside. “I really like your decoration. Or lack of”, she joked with him and turned towards him. “Do you, madame?”, he flirted back and pulled her closer to him to plant a short kiss on her lips. “Do you agree with me, that we should keep this a secret?”, he asked her and couldn’t resist. He put his head down and showered her neck with small kisses. She was like his drug. “I totally agree, but if you keep doing that, they will ask where I got all these marks from, and I don’t think I can lie straight to their face”, she laughed and pushed him softly away from her, which resulted in him pouting. “The shower is this way by the way, and if you need help, feel free to ask”, he winked at her, while she softly hit his arm and walked to the bathroom while laughing.

In the meantime, Olli sat down on his couch. What did this girl do to him? He never really let any girl close to him. Not that fast. And here she was, strolling into his life and turning it upside down. But there was one problem. What will she do with her manager? He couldn’t help but feel angry at the way he treated her, and he even dared to say something mean to Olli, which was completely out of place. He didn’t even notice Sara coming back, until she was standing right in front of him with her beautiful black dress on.

“You should close your mouth, flies could come inside”, she said while gently closing his mouth, leaning down and stealing a kiss. “I cant help it: You look absolutely stunning”, he confessed and gave her another all over. She even did a twirl for him, which resulted in him laughing. “I think we stay here the whole evening and I just stare at you”, he joked and pulled Sara to sit on his lap. “No mister! I put on a dress we are going out”, she decided and turned so both her legs were on the side of his legs and she could put his arms on his shoulders. Dangerous position. Were Ollis only thoughts, while putting both of his hand on her waist to stop her, if she decided to start moving her hips. He really liked that she was sitting in his lap, but he couldn’t afford a visit from his friend. Not yet. Sara leaned down and this time it was her who started to kiss his neck. Olli let out a satisfied sigh, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He could get used to Saras soft lips touching his skin. He imagines what it would feel like, if she went further south and he stiffened. Why did he think that? “Angel. I think you should stop doing that, if you don’t want to ruin your makeup”, he whispered and looked into her surprised eyes. “What about my makeup?”, she asked and saw Olli motion down south with his eyes and she got it. “Oh god. I am so sorry”, she said and put her hand over her mouth to stop her giggling. She wasn’t really sorry, but she did not have to tell him that. “You know. I could always do my makeup again”, she winked at him. Olli didn’t know what to say. On one hand he wanted nothing more than to feel her. But he also felt, that it was way to early to take that step. “We should wait”, he whispered and slowly pushed her away from his lap. He wanted to reasonable, but he really couldn’t concentrate with her on his lap. “I mean. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to do it. But now is not the right time, angel”, he explained upon seeing her confused face and gave her a short kiss and the cheek. She nodded in agreement and leaned her head on his shoulder. “When does the party start?”, she asked him. He looked at his wrist and told her, that they had one and a half hour left, and that he also should take a shower. He got up from the sofa, walked to the bathroom, and heard her shout after him. “Let me know if you need any help.” This girl will be the death of him. In a positive way.

#olli matela imagine #olli matela fancition #olli matela #tommi lalli #joel hokka #alex mattson #aleksi kaunisvesi #niko vilhelm #blind channel #blind channel imagines #blind channel fanfiction

[foryouthegays]

spreading propaganda [Dream SMP] liveblog yall lets go. this is so long i am sorry but the end is an actual summary of what happens asldkfa

sellout timer pog: 00:30:20, 01:00:40, 01:31:35, 02:02:03 (for like a second), 02:03:00, 02:34:35

time spent reading donations: 10 minutes, 20ish seconds. 

fanart credit he puts up (all from twitter i think): snumkt, reinneart, lihnsu, sestqr, jester_u, Brigade_Lost, natonyy

also taggin @antarctic-empire-technoblade​ :) theres an actual summary at the end that isnt just me ramblin so,,,,,,ye. i am so sorry its so long a;dkfja i dont know how to condense things 

00:00:35 “i stole a lot of sand recently,” ah yes, a casual conversation starter, the admission of theft 

00:03:55 hE HAS A VILLAGER TRADING HALL CHAPEL IN THE VILLAGE SIR THAT IS ILLEGAL 

00:04:13 

tubbo: -..--...--- 

ranboo: that means beans right

no, ranboo, not it does not (i put it into a translator and it just. it doesnt mean anything. i didnt see any spaces so im just. what was mr tubbo trying to say

00:04:35: relationship advice with technoblade! [reading donation] “‘techno, my boyfriend said he’ll never sub to you, how do i handle this travesty?’ uh, clearly you need to break up with him, and send me more money, is the most- that’s the most unbiased opinion I can give you, it’s just a good life decision, alright? It’s just a good life decision.”

00:16:00 ranboo hi!!!! him garden :D 

HOUND ARMY HOUND ARMY 00:18:10

00:20:15 ‘i have not made a tier list [for dinosaurs] yet’ Y E T? ? ? ?? ? 

00:20:55

“‘Hey, are you uncomfortable with being part of the SBI family dynamic?’ Uh, I don’t really- it’s not a matter of being uncomfortable, it’s just a matter of people making massive revisions to my character and the lore three months into the story without telling me, and it’s like, ‘no, that doesn’t- the story doesn’t- so many things don’t make sense now! What?? What???’ but if you want to make like, fanart of it, it’s fine”

00:21:25 imagine believing in airplanes, couldnt be me

00:21:35 SKLDJFAK a dono is like, hey can u call my new cousin a nerd, and technos like [claps] yOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT MAN im all about bullying infant children 

lakjshdfl 00:26:15 ‘philza this does not sound lore at all please’ poor techno

00:27:30 HKJSFDL :crab: TUBBO IS GONE :crab: also i cant tell if techno says ‘KILL HIM DEAD’ or ‘KILL HIM, DAD’ 

00:30:20 ‘we should have a grinch episode, where i go around stealing presents from l’manburg’ DO IT

also i was in chat at 00:31:25ish and i said ‘subscribe to technoblade’ and RIGHT AFTER techno said ‘did i hear subscribe to technoblade?’ and i felt so heard 

00:33:25 why is his only response to being seen in enemy lines to just stay realllyyyyy still a;lkdfjasf 

00:39:45 ‘this is crucial information coming to you live from anarchy news’ A;LSDKFJA;LSDF

00:46:25 :CRAB: RANBOO IS GONE :CRAB: DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES 

alkdfja; 00:47:55 techno talks (sarcastically) abt how great it is when chat tells him where his stuff is

00:48:50 awww techno showin his not-dad his hound army!!! so cute 

00:55:30 techno specifies that theyre all characters/roleplayin!!!

techno talkin to phil is literally like a kid talkin to his dad after not seein him for a while. like yeah yeah family isnt canon in this but KSJDFLA hes like ‘phillll tommys being annoying also look at this new poster!!!!’ its so cute

01:09:20 A;SDJFADSL THE VILLAGER JUST. FALLS THROUGH THE FLOOR

techno nd phil reference smp earth at 01:19:50!!!!

(ik some people dont like enbyctechno so heres ur warnin, its just for this line tho) techno says ‘no one man should have this power’ but he HAS that power. therefore. mr c!blade is not a guy 01:35:00ish idk im not goin back to check

01:38:35 alright gang lets split up and look for clues 

01:45:20 ‘my chat’s sayin theres a 0% chance this is gonna work,,,,thATS A CHANCE I’M WILLING TO TAKE, CHAT’ skjdflasl;dfjaf (also, bit after, after readin the wiki say its 0% chance: ‘i like those odds’) 

01:48:15 [abt the zombie villager baby] 

Techno: on the bright side, we may have inflicted the optimal amount of trauma onto this child for it to become funny? 

Ranboo: ooooh yeah! it can become a minecraft youtuber!

techno: yeeeeeeah!!

pls get some therapy

a;ldkfassa the mental image of techno ownin an orphanage,,,,paldkfajslfasf 01:51:35

a;ldsifjasdklf ranboo is canonically a villager now, pog 01:56:50

01:57:50 ranboo: ‘they say that im built different, i am built different, in the fact that i have no moral backbone.’

01:58:30 BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD also why is techno so good at the bow like WHAT he looks in third person and turns nd shoots in like a second and hits most of the time its scary literally look at ranboo a;ldsjkfadsf hes like a porcupine 

ASKLJDFASLDF RANBOOS ‘OH NO HE KNOWS HOW TO OPEN DOORS’ AT 02:02:25 JUST HAS SUCH TECHNO SKYBLOCK VID VIBES ADLKJFALSDFJA OH MY GOSH

02:06:35 “i feel there has been an attempt on my life,” "no thats just how we greet each other in our country” nether lore pog?

02:08:45 why does techno casually type at 120 wpm?????  god i hate him so much why is he like thisssss ugh (also it took ~3 seconds to type 7 words (34 characters) which is 140 wpm and 680 cpm if i know how to do math i hate it here) /lh

nd then he types ‘punz we’re all outside your house get over here’ which is 47 characters nd 9 words nd it took him 5 seconds to type which is 564 cpm and 108 wpm so his average (from these two samples which. isnt a lot. should i do a post abt this in the future?) is 124 wpm and 622 cpm. hes so fast. 

SDA;FKJASDF PHIL WHY R U SO VIOLENT 

02:17:00 PUNZ POG ALSO MANIFOLD KILLED IN THE HOLY LAND

technos complainin bout the fights bein boring,,,,,,,fight them all, techno. do it. 1v8. do it, coward. 

02:24:02 ‘maybe the real combat was the friends we made along the way’ 

02:25:16 i love that technos first instinct when someone dies is to check what sword/axe killed them nd what enchants r on it aldskfjads

i love how techno calls the manhunt music ‘dream music’ its so funny to me

right before he ends the stream he says ‘p e r h a p s’ to techno plushies and i just,,,, wa n t 

if ya just want an actual summary and not that MESS:

Technoblade starts the stream in his house. the first thing he does is put another piece of fanart in his house, this one by snumkt on twitter. he goes to l’manburg, where he sneaks around very sneakily (/s) and replaces anti-techno propaganda with pro-techno fanart, stating that “If they take it down, it’s ‘cause they hate fanartists.” (00:09:18). 

While placing posters, Techno checks in on his hound army, and reveals that he thinks someone had been in the area, because a wolf teleported to him while he was home. He thinks someone placed water, the dog stood up, and then teleported. (00:18:25)

After breeding the dogs, Techno reads donations and one of the questions is about the SBI family dynamics. Here’s what he says at 00:20:55 

“‘Hey, are you uncomfortable with being part of the SBI family dynamic?’ Uh, I don’t really- it’s not a matter of being uncomfortable, it’s just a matter of people making massive revisions to my character and the lore three months into the story without telling me, and it’s like, ‘no, that doesn’t- the story doesn’t- so many things don’t make sense now! What?? What???’ but if you want to make like, fanart of it, it’s fine”

He then meets up with Philza, who is being escorted by Tubbo. Techno goes to Philzas house, and hides in his new basement. He joins their VC and finds Phil, Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. talking about birthdays. Tubbo goes to the basement and sees Technos invis particles, hits him, and he is revealed. Techno kills tubbo, and declares it canon as a joke. 

He goes back outside, deafened on Discord, and puts down more propaganda. Philza joins his call, and they meet up to try and find Technos stolen items. They don’t find the barrel, but they do find a hidden room under the podium. Techno puts a piece of propaganda in the room. (00:43:30)

While Phil is killing an enderman, Ranboo finds them, and is killed by Techno. (00:46:25) 

Techno takes Phil to see his Hound Army, but they’re stopped by Tubbo. Techno tries to pretend to be Ranboo, but Ranboo goes up to them, so his cover is blown. Techno’s chased to the portal. Phil and Techno meet again in the Nether, and they go back to the house. 

At the house, Phil and Techno talk about the SBI characters, the sellout timer goes off, and then they go downstairs to cure a zombie villager. While it’s curing, Techno gathers books to make a new bow, with Power V, Punch II, Unbreaking III, Flame, and Mending. 

Philza reveals that Ranboo is coming over to give Phil a present. Techno seems excited at this, mostly at the fact that Ranboo can be his new bows test subject. 

Before Ranboo arrives, the villager is cured, and they find out it is a nitwit, meaning it can’t trade or get a job. Techno and Phil start working on a tunnel to bring the villager to a lava pool, so the other villagers won’t gossip and raise their prices. 

Ranboo joins the call at 01:15:35, right before they’re going to bring the villager to the lava pool. He gifts Techno and Phil four Netherite ingots.

After struggling to get the villager to the right height, Techno forces Ranboo to boat the villager into the lava. Ranboo escapes by throwing a pearl, and the villager dies.

Ranboo, Techno, and Phil talk about duping Netherite, and the current plot, and then Techno finds a zombie baby villager. It’s caught in a boat, and Techno nametags it ‘Orphan.’ They talk about the cobblestone tower, Philzas’ death to a baby zombie, and how if you don’t see a child's parents, you should assume that they are an orphan and attack them. 

Techno talks to Jack Manifold through chat about his axe. Techno, Philza, and Ranboo go around and look for zombie villagers. Techno finds an igloo, with two villagers. Techno was going to try and turn them into zombie villagers, but decides to not when he finds out that theres a 0% chance of that happening on Easy mode. 

They all go back to Orphan, and bully it when they find out it still hasn’t grown up. Techno and Ranboo make a joke about how it’s traumatized, so it’ll be funny and can be come a minecraft youtuber. please get some help. (01:48:15)

After Orphan grows up, Techno trades and gets the Bottle of Enchanting trade for one emerald. They all joke about Techno owning an orphanage at 01:51:35.

Phil, Techno, and Ranboo decide go to the Hound Army, but Techno remembers that Ranboo is part of L’manburg, and tries to kill him (with his new bow) when they enter the nether. He doesn’t succeed, and he continues fighting until he drinks and invis pot on the Prime Path. Techno and Phil meet up in the Bee Dome, where Ranboo finds them. Techno tries to kill him, but runs out of arrows. 

After reading donations, Techno, Ranboo, and Phil are back together at the Bee Dome, and they decide to team up in case someone finds them. They go outside of the Dome, and chase Jack Manifold out of his own country.

Manifold joins the VC, and they try to blame Punz on his attempted murder. After Manifold says “i feel there has been an attempt on my life,” Techno says that that’s how he greets people in his country.

Manifold asks if they want to help him get revenge on Punz, and Techno agrees. They gather more people, and by the time they get to Punz’s tower, their party is Manifold, Techno, Phil, Ranboo, Fundy, and Antfrost. Punz is in the Nether, so they wait until he gets back. 

Ranboo and Techno have a whisper conversation:

Ranboo: are you just going to jump fundy

Techno: no im gonna make jack 1v1 LMAO

Ranboo: good plan

While Fundy is taking a screenshot of Techno for his thumbnail, Philza attacks Fundy with a crossbow and his sword. He claims it was because he was getting bored. 

In the same spirit, Techno asks if they could kill Manifold to pass the time. The mob, which now includes Fundy, chases Manifold. He runs to the Holy Land, and the mob boos him.  Techno tells Antfrost to kill Manifold, and that the mob won’t tell that he was killed in the Holy Land. Manifold hands Antfrost his sword. 

While Antfrost debates killing Manifold or not, the mob chants ‘peer pressure!’ at him. Techno quickly realizes that Antfrost isn’t in the VC, and is extremely confused. The sword gets handed to Fundy, who gets into a battle with Manifold. Philza tells Fundy that he’s forgiven, if he can kill Manifold. The battle calms, and neither of the contestants die.

Techno convinces the mob to go to the pit trap, and tries to lure someone onto the trapped blocks using rotten flesh. Fundy takes the bait, but moves out of the way before the button is pressed. Antfrost sneaks up behind him and punches him into the pit. Fundy survives the fall, but is shot by Manifold to death. 

During the commotion, Punz makes his way back to his house, and the mob moves towards him to end his life. Manifold says that he’s going to kill Punz, and Techno says that the mob’ll have his back. He tells the mob to not have Manifold’s back. 

at 02:17:00, Punz joins the call, and is confused as to why Manifold wants to kill him. Manifold explains that Punz tried to kill him, siting his source as Technoblade. 

also, 2:17:15 technoswear!

Techno encourages Punz, saying “Punz, he actually dropped his sword by accident and now I have it, so it’d be really easy to beat him up,” and “he also just killed in the holy land, so you have a sort of...religious motivation to take him out.”

Punz tries to fight Manifold without armor (Manifold is wearing a full enchanted set of armor, with a Netherite chestplate and everything else Diamond), which fails miserably, and Manifold is killed. 

Techno decides to fight Manifold with his goons (the mob) for the audience retention, and Manifold’s quickly killed. The final hit was from CaptainPuffy. Ponk rushes in and grabs some of Manifold’s items. Puffy takes the rest.

Manifold complains about getting bullied, so Techno gives him his sword back and tells him to avenge himself. While looking for Ponk (or Punz? this is kinda unclear), Punz swoops in and kills Manifold in two hits. 

Manifold finds Ponk and chases after him, trying to kill him. The mob follows, and Ranboo kills Ponk with thorns. Manifold takes Ponks stuff. 

Right after respawning, Ponk was blown up by a creeper, and Techno claimed both as canon. 

The mini fights continue, and Manifold is killed by Punz. 

Ranboo changes the ‘Days since last war crime’ sign to 0.

Phil tells Techno that he’s going back to the base, and the L’manburgians question him as to what base he’s talking about. Phil tells Fundy that he ripped off his ankle shackles and left. While they talk, Techno starts running back to the base, and Ranboo whispers “lets run back” to him. Ranboo follows Techno, but quickly looses him.

Phil and Techno join a separate VC together and they go back to the base. 

At 02:29:15, Phil says “I trust you” to Techno and I am going to cry. 

Right before getting to the base, Phil drinks some honey, and Techno says “that’s the only thing we have honey for, now that we’ve uh...uh I guess you don’t know about that.” He’s referring to the Vault, I think, because the redstone required honey to work properly. 

Philza responds, “the honey- wait, what did you use the honey for?” 

“uhhh....food.” Techno, for some reason, doesn’t want to show Phil the vault. 

Ranboo whispers to Techno: “My alliance isnt with lmanburg, its with the people who help me. phil helped me.”

out loud, Techno laughs about it with phil, saying, “well, I’ve stabbed him like twelve times this week, so, I [laughs] I don’t know if that entirely qualifies here.”

Techno messages Ranboo back with “new phone who this” 

Ranboo replies, “no one,” and then, “:)”

Going back to the honey talk, Philza asked if Techno had been hiding anything diabolical from him, and Techno asks if he would do such a thing. Philza guesses several things he could use honey for, such as a flying machine, TNT dupers, and a door.

Techno takes him to the vault. 02:32:00. i LOVE peoples reactions to the vault, it’s always so good. Philza responds with a surprised ‘HOLY SHIT’ and some laughing. Techno also confirms my math of 55 withers. 

02:34:10 “i’ve seen this government, on the server, and everything to do with government is just bad. I’ve watched it completely destroy and tear down people’s wills and change people, I’ve seen it change the nicest people into complete and utter tyrants, so...I think it’s about time--”

“We need revenge. [sellout timer goes off] and more importantly, we neED SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE DOT COM” phil joinin anarchy pog? 

anyway that was it ;alskdfjas;f

#this ended up bein abt 3000 words whoops #a;ldskfjasldf #technoblade #stream post

[thenervousmedic]

I had a minecraft dream last night...

This is going to be a long post, but bear eith me, and take the time to read it.

I don't dream about minecraft very often. In fact this might be a first. I'm still in bed while writing this, as im afraid if I wait I'll lose a bunch of the memories.

It involved myself and a few members of the Dream SMP getting sucked into MC. Ironic, I know. Dream, George, Badboyhalo, Tecnoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and myself. We all looked like our avatars... mostly, and even had some special skills i'll get into later.

To be clear, they were as they are in real life in terms of personality.

I've not watched the dream smp yet... maybe I should start soon. Anyway, side tracked...

The world worked differently than normal MC. It was more realistic, especially the combat and movement. Anything you can do irl you can do here. The drawback was that it made everything harder and more exhausting.

I was dragged in a month before the others, where over the next four weeks, I'd figure out how the lives system works; how difficult movement was; that crafting was nearly the same as normal mc; and how to build.

Five lives. There was a little tracker on the back of your hand, five squares for five lives. Each life you lost, a square would disappear. But it wasnt that simple. Every tine you died you'd feel the affects of the world more. Eating took longer, everything cost more and more realistic amounts of effort, and most importantly... taking damage would actually hurt.

On your first life damage was less of a danger and more of a 'stat' to just be aware of. Getting attacked, shot, exploded next to, ect wasn't too bad. But the more you died the more these things started to get scary. Arrows would tear their way in and ve painful to remove. You'd bleed and have actual wounds that needed care.

By the time the smp members were spawning in, I'd already been reduced to my last life. I was never good at minecraft, though im alright irl with a bow it didnt help much.

You spawn in unconcious. I'd lost my first life that way. I spawned above water. A painless drowning. I hadn't gone back to the ocean since, it scared the fuck out of me.

The first to arrive was Techno. I went back to spawn for the good sheep spawns there. Found him asleep in the grass. He was lucky no creepers had spawned.

Nearly everyone was bigger than me, I'm pretty small, so hauling this guys limp piglin ass all the way to my little safety shack was really hard.

Then Dream and George one after another. Badboy. Tommy... and finally Wilbur.

Wilbur was... a special case. He was a ghost. Just like his ghostbur skin had been. Fully awake, really freaking out. I was near collapsing from taking everyone else to my home, wasnt really much of a comfort, but I at least managed to convince him to come with me after the sun started to dip.

When we got back Wilbur helped me make beds. Couldn't have everyone sleeping propped up against the walls... Wilbur couldn't grab anything, but he could open and close chests. He also found out he could manafest things like his guitar, and a plushie orca. Things that made him a little less anxious. It was nice to hear music again.

I didnt get to talk to him long. We finished the beds, put everyone on one, then I immediatly konked the fuck out over the crafting table.

By the time I woke up, everyone was already awake and talking. The typical suspects. Why are we here, how, what happened, is this even real. You get the picture. I guess usually social anxiety, especially in the presence of people I admire so much, would've been a big stressor but after a month alone in this world I damn near started bawling at the thought of someone else even existing.

I told them all I know. We are stuck here, we have lives, dont fucking lose them it makes the game harder. The physics are just as janky as regular minecraft, mobs are much more articulated, armour actually has weight and at this point I wasnt aware of the little buffs everyone had to a particular skill.

Dream was incredibly good at exploiting the game's wonky system and parkouring, even of he couldnt nessesarily do it irl.

Techno was suddenly extremely knowledgeable about combat and could handle most weapons effectively. He was also a piglin-type guy which made him immune to fire.

George's coding skills translated directly into redstone knowledge, letting him build ridiculous machines with enough respources.

Tommy had incredible luck with loot and generally got good enchants.

And Bad was, thanks to his skin, some form of demonic entity and would be completely ignored by most hostile mobs.

Wilbur, as you know, was a ghost who could phase through anything and summon ghostly items.

We didn't find out everyone's special trait immediatly, of course. It happened over many days of trail and error trying to collect resources, build, and have fun.

Turns out my skill was useless by myself, hence why I never found it before they arrived. Anything I gave to another person was twice as effective. Healing items helped more, food would fill them on smaller portions, armour would get a free temporary enchant depending on what they needed.

I'd never liked playing minecraft alone.

I'm losing some of the dream, I shoukd wtite some bullet points down or this post will be miles long.

Tommy accidently befriended a wolf, he named it Wilbur to mess with Wilbur. We had two Wilburs.

Bad was constantly driven up the wall by peoples language but truly was using it as a coping mechanism early on because he was afraid of being stuck here forever. We made sure to swear occasionally so he'd get the oportunity to yell at us.

Techno lost his first life when a creeper blast threw him directly into Dream's sword.

Dream never got over it.

Wilbur started making more songs and even made a few targetted at the groups adventures.

Wilbur descovered if he goes into the floor he cant tell which was is up, this terrified him, he never went underground again.

George made automatic farms and eventually even non-minecraft typical things like a morning alarm clock, a compass that pointed to the nearest village, and invented new armour that was more lightweight but still protective.

Wilbur the wolf regularly barked at and mauled giant spiders before they got anywhere near the house, much to literally everyone's relief.

Bad learned how to read and write enchanting table symbols.

I taught Dream how to repair his clothes and in return he showed me how to build traps.

Techno learned he could talk hoglin, piglin, and villager.

Bad learned he could stare at endermen and mistakingly assumed everyone could so he told everyone else its ok to do so.

Tommy lost his first life to an enderman.

Wilbur worked with george for a whole week on special gloves that would let him touch stuff.

I took an arrow dangerously close to the lungs after Tomny's first respawn trying to bring him home.

Dream realised he couldn't take off his mask and wished he could see the world normally again, nobody knew what his vision was like.

Bad descovered a joy for cooking.

Bad also tamed a cat and named it Muffin.

Muffin the cat would ride Wilbur the wolf around.

Dream lost his first life to hunger after pushing himself for too long.

Techno took a wrong step in the neather and lost his second life to a seriously long fall.

I never knew what I looked like...

Tommy lost his second life being overrun by zombies without a weapon. We made a rule to never leave the house alone after this many deaths.

Bad descovered pretty late that milk is poisonous to him and thus cakes will kill him. He lost a life to cake. He was devastated.

Tommy built a cute campfire. He and Wilbur would mess around singing at it. Wolf Wilbur thoroughly enjoyed this.

I would stay up most of the night watching everyone sleep because I worried the house could get invaded or surrounded. They found out after Phantoms started spawning and made a rule that at least one of then would stay awake at night to make me feel better.

George built Dream an obstacle course with lots of moving parts and such. He ran it every morning.

I learned how to play guitar from Wilbur at the campfire.

Torches never burnt out after they arrived. No idea why.

That's all I can remember...

It was a hard dream, I was sad and angry sometimes... but the happy moments made it worth it.

I hope I return to that dream someday.

#dream #badboyhalo #georgenotfound #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #minecraft #a dream #long post

[slashingdisneypasta]

NATM 2 Rogues (Sans Kah) x Teddy Roosevelt (Super Platonically) || Oneshot

Title: I Was Made In A Mannequin Factory In Poughkeepsie

Notes: 

This may become a series. For now though, enjoy the meeting of Teddy! 

Plot: Even though Larry has agreed to travel with the tablet between the three museums, seeing as it wouldn’t be fair to out of the blue bring all these things and people (back) to life and then dump them back into non-existence, it was deemed necessary to move Kahmunhrah’s ‘business partners’ to the Natural History Museum so they’re far away from Kahmunrah’s gate and cant even ponder bringing him back- because that is undesirable outcome, for everyone.

After they arrive at the museum, most of the other exhibits (Sans the good old Easter Island Head and Dexter) keep their distance from them. Everyone’s uncomfortable about this move and change, and that’s understandable but it doesn’t feel good at all… until Teddy steps in.  

Warnings: I guess, exclusion? But don’t worry, Teddy will fix it

~~~

“Its is a… nice museum, I suppose.” Ivan, the first to talk when they leave their crates -Larry had yet to figure out a place to put them or construct exhibits for them,- the first night at their new home, 3 hours after the sun went down. They had been busy wondering around the halls, exploring the new playing field together… thinking. Now they stand together, alone, back with their crates in a hallway.

No one had come to greet them unless you count the Easter Island Head asking for ‘gum gum’- but they had looked at them, for sure. Some scowls, some glares, but most they were wary looks as people walked away. Its not that the three men expected a warm greeting, but they didn’t really expect news about them to spread so fast, either.

Napoleon takes a deep breath, breaking out of his thoughtful trance and glances up at Ivan. It was be impolite to leave him without a response when he’s attempted -however blandly, - to fix the mood… Looking around the place quickly, Napoleon notes the tall ceiling and the railings. “Uh, oui, it has some beautiful architecture, Ivan… “

“I like the colour of the wood.” Ivan adds, continuing the conversation because what else is there to do?? If this aloneness is any indication of how they’ll be living for the rest of their time here, then theirs no point in sitting and being solemn about it. Al, on the other hand makes a face at the Tzar from his place sitting on his crate beside Napoleon. Napoleon nods in agreement, looking around at the floors with risen eyebrows.

“I agree, it’s very, uh, museum-y.”

“Da.”

Theirs a lapse of awkward silence in the conversation, before Napoleon promptly turns to Al. “What do you think of the wood- “

“Oh nah, nah, nah, don’t look at me. I’m not playing this game with you people.” He takes his hands off the crate on either side of him for the first time since he sat down and rubs the lines left there from how tight he was gripping. “We’re all thinkin’ the same thing. You saw what I saw, how they’re lookin’ at us. They know about Kahmunrah and us. We ain’t safe here.”

Ivan’s eyebrows raise up his forehead. “Are not safe??” That’s a little bit of an overreaction, isn’t it? He was thinking maybe they were looking at a long, lonely life with just each other but… peril? What? That was not on the radar!

“Oui, I agree with him. Ivan, haven’t you heard of Caesar?” Napoleon looks forward again, face growing darker. “A great leader… like us… stabbed thirty-seven times in the middle of a crowded room. These rooms feel like that when we’re in them.”

“I’m sure you are overreacting. These are all but peasant, who- “Ivan immediately squints, on realising what he said. He looks for an even amount of time between Al and Napoleon, suspicious. “Wait.”

“If I was gonna kill you, man, I’d do it my Tommy.” Al raises his gun, rolling his eyes at Ivan. “Which doesn’t work, as we all know.” Ivan and Napoleon nod slowly at that, remembering Al’s idiocy that the man himself choose not to mention. He puts the useless gun back down in his lap. “Besides, probably couldn’t get a knife through all those layers on you, anyway.”

Ivan spares another suspicious look at the back of Al’s head. Then they watch some faceless soldiers pass by them in the hallway, ignoring them completely.

“So, what are we going to do about this??” Napoleon asks, a high and impatient tone in his voice and he whips around the face Al. “I don’t know about you two, but I’ve already died once and I do not look forward to giving that red, horned beast another chance at me.” When he was alive, Napoleon would have never mentioned the Devil outright like that. He never would have suggested he was going to that place, in the first place.

… but now he knows how he’s remembered. He knows what parts of his life he’s judged on. The blood, the fear, and the death. He doesn’t see why deaths judgement will be any different.

Ivan takes a deep breath in, hearing Napoleons words like a stab through the gut, and looks furiously at him, but stays quiet. He’s right…

“Me neither. Boys, we need a plan.”

Ivan immediately rejects one part of Al’s phrase. “I am not one of your monochromatic minions, Alphonse, refrain from calling me your ‘boy’.”

And Napoleon, another. “For what?! Its not like we can charter a carriage and travel back to Washington in our condition!”

Al takes in a deep, refrained breath of his own this time, and slowly turns threatening around to speak quietly to Napoleon, first. “Mate, no one charters carriages anymore anyway. They’re called cars, now. And of course, I wasn’t suggesting that- don’t assume I’m an idiot!”

“I beg to differ! I think it would be much safer for us all if we all assumed that!”

“I’ll get right back to you, Froggy. And Ivan! I don’t take kindly to being told what not to d- “

“Ah! There you are!”

The new voice startles the 3 out of their budding argument, and the all turn down the hall towards where the Easter Island head is planted- to see an older man with a brown moustache, a jolly smile on his face and his hand on the handle of a sword coming towards them. Ivan raises an eyebrow, confused about who this could possibly be and why he is coming towards them so familiarly, Napoleon whips out his own sword and jumps to his feet, and Al just watches the 26th President of his country speed walk towards him, dumbfounded. None of them are yet used to historical figures they know, being alive also.

As soon as Teddy stops in front of them, he calmly raises his hands in surrender. “No, no. Sorry, sir.  I just hold the handle of my weapon, so it stays still while I walk. I should’ve known better- my apologies.”

Napoleon holds Teddy’s stare for a moment… Ivan and Al watch the tension a little worried and a little amused… and then the general puts his sword back away on his hip. Something about the way this man calls him ‘sir’, acknowledging their military positions and the kind sparkle in his eyes… Napoleon tries to calm down again, as Teddy smiles to them all in turn, under that moustache of his.

“Good evening, men! I apologise that I’m late. I meant to greet you as soon as we awoke for the night, but I’m afraid there was an unfortunate run in between our night guard and a monkey. Just routine stuff, don’t worry! Its settled now.” He offers his gloved hand to Napoleon, the closes to him, first. “Theodore Roosevelt, 26th US President. Don’t be afraid to call me Teddy, though. I’m not president anymore.”

The way he says it makes them all think he’s joking about not being a leader anymore. Like it doesn’t actually bother him, and none of them understand it.

But they move on, anyway. It’s something to discuss later, anyway.

They all shake their hands and introduce themselves, and Teddy nods his head. Once introductions are over, his hands both touch the sides of his thighs in, nearly a ‘A-Ten-HUT!’ kind of stance, spine completely straight. Ivan and Napoleon appreciate the good form. “So, I trust you’re settling in here well? Everyone is being welcoming??”

Al takes his hands, puts them on Ivan and Napoleons arms and prods them out of the way so he can go toe-to-toe with ‘Teddy’. They just give him dirty looks and shuffle to give him room, Ivan rolling his eyes at Al’s temperament. Such a child. “Actually bub, they been givin’ us dirty looks all night. We feel like them slaves, in Rome, ‘bout to be thrown into the auditorium with the lions!”

Napoleon sighs deeply. Coliseum… not, auditorium…

But Teddy doesn’t disregard Al’s statement because of a small mistake, like any superior Napoleon new, would have. His face fills with concern and frustration. “Well, I’m very sorry you feel that way. I told them to… we had a meeting… “Teddy’s face looks positively stormy, for a few moments there, a stark difference from his earlier cheer. Al feels pride well in him, getting such a serious reaction. He thinks, maybe this guy, who’s clearly the leader of this motley bunch, will get some executions going now! That’ll be great! This place is about to get a real glow-up! -

… That is, until Al truly recognises the expression on the older mans face.

Its not murderous. He doesn’t even think he describe it as ‘pissed’.

More like… disappointed. Like a mother about her children.

Al sets himself back onto the heels of his feet as he had popped onto his tippy toes. Good god, what kind of Brady Bunch shit has he walked into?

Finally, Teddy sighs, kisses his lips and comes to a conclusion. “Well, we’ll fix that. Come along, men! We’ll introduce you to the group!” He starts walking off back down the hall the way he came, calling loudly to the Easter Island head that honestly creeps Ivan out a bit, to please call a meeting.

Napoleon, Ivan and Al look at each other for a moment.

… Follow? Or stay behind?

Or, more specifically, go force themselves out of their comfort zone and make acquaintanceships, or cage themselves in to a lonely rest of their time here and possible assassination?

Ivan turns, squares his shoulders and follows the ex-president first, followed by Napoleon with his nose in the air, and finally an uncertain Al. “Fine, but I aint trust none of ‘em.”

#Night At The Museum Fanfiction #Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian #Al Capone #Ivan The Terrible #Napoleon Boneparte #natm al capone #natm ivan the terrible #napoleon natm #Teddy Roosevelt natm #Larry Daley

[talesfromtheshatterhome]

6) “Billy where are we?” Kimberly asked. Concern in her voice. “Radial scans are showing that we are… Fascinating… We’re on Earth… OUR Earth… just outside of Angel Grove.” “Great… must be some kind of illusion… What’s next? This thing going to bust out one of Rita’s monsters?” Zack asked. “Or Goldar. Imagine if Goldar had a power boost? That would be hard to handle.” Trini stated. “Well it looks like we’re about to find out! Get Ready Guys!” Jason commanded. A Flying object appeared on their radar systems. Before them a flash of gold… “Is it Goldar?” Kimmy asked. “No… Worse. It’s King Ghidorah.” Trini said. Before them a gigantic three headed golden dragon landed before them. Ghidorah’s roar sounded like it was mocking them. The dragon dwarfed them, almost double their height. Its roar echoing through their cockpit. There was no hesitation from the monster. It rushed in. It wanted them to know that the Power Rangers would die here. The two titans clashed. No words could describe the battle that ensued. Ghidorah was beginning to gain the upper hand. “Guys this is getting a little rough!” Jason stated. The Zord held its hand to the sky. “We need the power sword now!” A rift opened in whatever this world was, masked by tremendous storm clouds. With a flash of lightning the Power Sword came stabbing down into the ground below. The Megazord grabbed it and charged ‘Ghidorah with renewed force! The battle dragged on. The power rangers struggled to gain any true headway against their foe. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but proximal sensors are showing we are under a false sun. Which means that under current conditions and lack of any true solar luminous we have no way to recharge The Megazord’s core batteries. We will run out of energy if we don’t end this soon.” Billy postulated. “I’m not sure we can do this alone…” Jason admitted. “Good thing youre not alone Brother!” a voice came over the radio. Suddenly a loud trumpeting was heard out side and from another rift came the Dragonzord! ‘“Tommy?!” Kimberly exclaimed “Hey guys, didn’t think youd go into battle without me did you? I stashed away in the Mastadon until you got here. Figured you could use the hand!” “Awesome!” Jason entered a code in on the consul and thrust forward on the control stick. “Power attack! Lets bring this Golden Clown Down!” With a thunderous slash the Megazord slashed through one of Ghidorah’s heads. “That almost completely drained our battery. We cant continue in this form for much longer.” Trini stated. “Then lets bring it together!” Tommy exclaimed. A miraculous display of power brought the Dragonzord together with the other zords, The Ultrazord launched a final assault on the wounded Ghidorah. Death was coming for the hydra like dragon. “ENOUGH OF THIS. YOU HAVE WON. YOU SHALL NOT BE SO FORTUNATE NEXT TIME RANGERS. SUCH A TRICK SHALL NOT AID YOU IN THE FUTURE.” Diablo’s voice roared over the battlefield. “I guess six heads were better than three huh guys?” Zack joked as the others laughed. A happy moment.

#godzilla #gamera #ultraman #pacific rim #diablo #king ghidorah #mighty morphin power rangers #power rangers #tales from the shatterhome

[stvrs13]

Got a request: AU where The Last Of Us and Castlevania are in the same universe so Ellie x forgemaster reader who uses her magical tools on corpses to either bring people from the dead or have demons posses them. The reader isn’t well liked by by Jackson but they need her to protect the town. One day the reader is invited to the party and stands alone only for Ellie to talk to them.

a/n: hey thanks for the request! hope this is what ur looking for lol, sorry in advance if its shitty. 😹

The Tale Of The Forgemaster In Jackson

ellie x fem reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death and demons

y/n...y/n is her name. the ghost, the nobody and the curse. she live in this small cabin near the lake, she probably live there alone, her neighbour would move into another residence, afraid of her and her stuffs. stuffs. people would always talk how weird she is. some of her neighbours talk to maria and tommy that every night they always hear a howl of the wind and voices whispering from y/n's house and that totally freak them out. people would always say she can live on her own outside of jackson because everyone is afraid of her. but maria and tommy wouldn't let her go, because she's important.

- 7 years ago -

maria and tommy went on to check some supplies on a nearby old shack, when they got there, they saw you and your mom, your mom was laying on a ripped blanket unconscious, and you sitting beside her, tommy immediately point the gun at your mom but maria stop him, " maybe their a threa- " tommy stops. he saw your stuffs, the books, the tools you have. " what the fuck is this? " he ask, looking at you. " hey hey calm down, its a child and probably her mom " " i dont care as long as their still a threat " " tommy, let me handle this. " maria declares. she look at you and crouched down, " hey there, do you guys live here? " maria asked. you nod and look at your mom to see she's awake. " mom!! " you immediately hug her. " who are these people? why are they here? " your mom ask. maria smiles towards her, " im maria, and this is tom- " " hands up, what is this place? are you both with someone? " tommy interupts maria with a gun pointing at your mom. " tommy calm down! " maria mutters. " i'm m/n (ur preffered mom's name) and this is y/n. we live in here for about 10 years now. Look, i can't live longer and i cant bare if my child is dying. would you take her with you? " mom! what are you saying? " you said, worried about her. " not until we know what this is? " tommy mutters. maria glance at tommy then stands up and look around, making sure not to touch your things. " what is this? " maria points out at the wooded trident with vines covering it. " is that a trident? " tommy questions. curiousity in his mind. " yes it is. " your mom says weakly. maria went back to the both of you and help your mom sat up, leaning on the wall. " i dont have much time, i need to tell you this. " your mom tells you to give her and maria space. tommy then goes behind maria and listens to your mother. " take my child with you, she cant stay here longer for she is in great danger when she's with me. " " why? " tommy asked. " kruxzbër, their taking me. " " what? " " they are demons from another universe who kills my people and their coming after me. " your mom sobs. " we're a forgemaster, we summon demons and sometimes brings back the dead. y/n... she can protect your place when she grows up, just promise me one thing, take her and leave me here. " after she says that, tommy and maria glance at you as they caught you secretly watching behind the door, you ran towards your mother, crying. " please dont let go mom, please! " you cried out. " i love you " your mom whispers and that your mom pass away. the kruxzbër stole her soul, leaving her body fading like the dust. tommy and maria frowns, then they realize what your mom said. " im sorry kid, you should come with us. " tommy sighs. you look at them with tears spilling on your cheeks you got up and pack your stuffs and head out with them.

- present day -

" c'mon y/n! live a little! im sure your gonna have fun " maria says. you rolled your eyes, " maria it's not really my thing and im sure no one wants me there " you protest. " ellie's been talking about you. " tommy says, smirking. hearing her name gave you these weird flying insect on your stomach, you sometimes wonder if your dying. " ugh, okay but i wont stay long " you said. " good good now get ready, the party will start around 6 pm " maria says.

- 6:21 pm -

you walk inside the gym, people were dancing and jumping around. happy smiles applied on their face. you can hear them chattering, you can even hear them talking about you. oh boy this people wont get tired talking about you. you look around and lock eyes with green ones. its ellie. she immediately looks away. you walk towards tommy and maria who is happily talking to each other. " well well, look who's here. " tommy smirks. " im so proud of you, y/n! you look so pretty!! " maria slightly jumps and hugs you, you rolled your eyes. " yeah yeah " tommy then gently grabs your hands and walk towards ellie with a bashful face. " finally! y/n this is ellie and ellie i assume you know who this is. * winks *, i'll leave you with ellie okay? just tell us if your going home. " tommy says teasingly. weird. " but- " " no buts and have fun kids! " tommy then walks away.

" uh hey im ellie " ellie says with a shaky voice. " im y/n " you look at her and gave her a small smile. you stand beside her, both of you leaning on the wall " do you want a drink? " she asked. you hesitantly nod, you drank some potions but afraid of drinking a whiskey, you mentally slap yourself. " i'll be back " she says looking around you. she then walks away, then you got nervous, realizing your talking to the girl of your dreams, what should i do?! you thought to yourself. not long after, ellie came back with a red cup, handing it over to you, both of your fingers brush, you swore your heart trembles when that happen. she then get back to her position, " so um i heard a lot about you, are you hiding something? " she asked. how brave. " no " you said sternly. she looks at you, " well are you into witch craft or demonic things? " " no im not " " then what's that? " she pointed at the bracelet your mother made, surrounded with some demonic signs. you sigh, " look im not here to talk about myself " you tried to walk away but ellie lightly grabs your wrist. " what? " you asked sternly. she lets go of your wrist and shook her head. you walked towards maria and tommy, telling them you have to leave and they just nod. you got out of the gym and after trying to drink the whiskey, you gave up and threw it on a bush. then you heard some shuffling behind you. you look back but there's no one, you walk away from the gym and got into your house.

you sat at your couch and look at the bracelet, remembering your mom have the brightest smile when she gave this to you, your eyes getting blurry now, tears trying to spill but you hold it. you shove your thoughts away and walk towards your table, reading the book, you decided to possess a demon to have an entertainment. you prepared a bowl full of blood of a black sheep and cried out some words, then you heard the door creaked open, " ellie?! what are you doing here?! " ellie was crouching and looks at you, nervously and giggle. she stands up, apoligezes and began to open the door to leave but the wind howls inside your house, a loud thunder just roar and a shining light was infront of you, ellie ran towards you and wraps her arms around your shoulder, pushing you away from the light, then there was a loud thud, everything went black until you saw a white figure infront of you, ellie lets go of your shoulder and her eyes widened to see a woman figure, your mouth was ajar and eyes widened when you realize the familiar figure, " mom? "

part 2 ? 😹

#tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us part ii #the last of us part two #tlou ii #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams imagine