#I wonder if tubbo even slept

[keirawantstocry]

Heyyyy it’s me, Fitpacbo. I didn’t want to send the ask from my main blog and tumblr is stupid and won’t let you send asks from secondary blogs so I’m anon today. However, I have a prompt for you, if you are willing to entertain my word vomit.

So we’ve all seen the fics where Tubbo is sleep deprived, blah blah blah, we love to see them. BUT. There’s a severe lack of fics where Fit is the one who refuses to sleep. Maybe, just maybe, he needs to be the one who’s being taken care of by his two lovely boyfriends for once

fitpacbo I love u and ofc I will entertain ur word vomit ans ur so right! that man needs babied by his two lovely bfs!

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Exhaustion sunk into every single bone in Fit's body. He couldn't remember the last time he slept. Every night he sat awake for every minute staring down at Ramón's sleeping form. He had to make sure his boy was safe. Even if that meant he sacrificed. He would sacrifice everything for Ramón if it guaranteed his safety. 

Pac and Tubbo were starting to notice how dark the circles under his eyes were. Fit noticed the looks they gave each other when he stumbled over something he shouldn't have stumbled over. 

And there was Phil. Fit blinked in surprise. “Oh hey Phil!” 

Chayanne ran over, his typical yellow duckie floating around his waist. The children started to bounce around and smack each other lightly. 

“Chayanne was wondering if Ramón could come over today for a play date.” 

If Fit was any less tired he would have noticed the glint in Phil's eyes. But he was exhausted so he just sighed and tried not to let his eyes drift shut. “Yeah, we'd love to come over.” 

“OI!” came a yell right after and then there was Pac and Tubbo. “Fitchie, we need your help.” 

Fit stared despondently at them. “I have to watch Ramón.” 

“Don't worry about it, mate,” Phil chirped. “Chayanne wants him over anyway so I can just watch Ramón for you.” 

Fit hesitated. But ultimately he trusted Phil so he agreed. He let Pac and Tubbo each take one of his hands and drag him off to Tubchunk. There he was immediately confused about the pile of blankets in the middle of the factory floor. 

“What?” He said before he was being pulled down by the two of them into the pile, their limbs holding him down. They were both a lot stronger then they looked so with the both of them they could hold him down easily. 

“Did you guys trick me into coming here to sleep?” He asked.

They both shushed him. 

“Bedtime, king,” Tubbo said softly. 

“Boa noite!” Pac chimed in. Then Pac reached across Fit's chest to wind his fingers in Tubbo's hair who relaxed into the touch. It was nice seeing them both so soft with each other, Fit did have to admit that. Their eyes, different colors, but equally as wide and content. 

He could feel the exhaustion reaching his brain, feeling himself start to drift. Before he could utter a syllable, sleep drug him down. 

-

Fit woke up with the sun shining through the factory window. Tubbo was spread across his chest on his belly, face tucked against Fit's shoulder while Pac stood above them with a wide grin. 

“Bom dia, Fitch. I made you some breakfast.” Sure enough there in his hands was a giant bowl of oatmeal and a plate of avocado toast. “Wake Tubbo up.” 

Fit reached down to gently shake Tubbo's shoulder. Tubbo woke with a start, his hair messy and his eyes bleary. “What's happenin?” 

“Breakfast!” Pac proclaimed setting himself down beside them. Tubbo slowly peeled himself off of Fit to allow him to sit up. 

Fit had to admit the food was delicious. “This is amazing, Pac,” he praised and Tubbo murmured something that was probably meant to be agreement. 

Pac's face began to flush. “Aw thanks Fitch. It's no big deal.” 

“Really though,” Fit continued. “Thank you guys for this.” 

“Obrigado,” Pac said with a soft smile. 

Tubbo fell down against Fit's shoulder with a quiet yawn. “Bedtime,” he murmured and despite it all Fit found himself still incredibly bone tired. He let Tubbo's body weight push him back down once again and wrapped his arms around the man as Tubbo threaded their legs together. 

Pac gathered up their plates and bowl. “You two okay here by yourselves?” 

Fit nodded. “Yeah I think we're both just gonna sleep a bit more.” 

“Okay,” Pac said leaning down to press a kiss to Fit's forehead and another one to the crown of Tubbo's head. "Sleep well you two."

#poly morning crew #morning crew more like sleepy crew am i right #dead silence and crickets #my writing #fanfiction #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac #fitpacbo #qsmp #q!philza #ramon the egg #chayanne the egg

[fr0gleggs]

Hello! Yes fitpac are a genuine gay minecraft couple! Even better it was a slow burn. And when i mean slow burn i mean they met in april and got together in january.

Q!pac is interesting because he canonically crushed on people before q!fit (most of which all were threatening in some way which isnt important rn) and is the more emotionally open out of the two

Meanwhile, q!fit went through a whole denial arc where he first just called them “really close friends” and then “roomates” despite the fact they never lived together. This continued for a long while until his son ramon, got him to confess a. That he prefered men to women, and b. That he liked q!pac.

This whole denial arc was in part because q!fit is bad with emotions after spending many years in 2b2t where trusting someone is more likely than not to end with you getting stabbed in the back as well as because he was sent to the qsmp on a mission that if he failed could potentially end with everyone he cares about getting hurt.

Other fun facts:

- they’ve not had their first kiss or said “i love you” to each other yet but it’s been implied that they’ve slept with each other??

-q!pac has a chocolate bar that q!fit gave him for valentines day that he was able to enchant to be an infinite food resource

-q!fit’s favorite flowers are any that q!pac gives him except for dandelions because those are weeds

- while playing kiss mary kill, q!pac said he would kiss mary and kill q!fit to which q!fit replied that he likes his men dangerous

-their close friend q!tubbo (who is queer irl) decided to become violently homophobic after the two got together even going as far as to try to ruin their first date by photoshopping q!pac to have gone on a date with someone else

Hope this helps!

Thank you so much!!! It really does. Also side note all of this is so funny to me because I have been into fit’s 2B2T content for YEARS and he’s just. Roleplaying a gay man on the side ig. Wonderful.

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

hello possible oneshot? /nf

The chair to Tubbo's desk creaked as they leaned back, stretching his limbs out as far as they could go until they heard that satisfying pop. He'd been sitting here for six hours, and gods were their bones feeling it. Whatever. He could take it. And they were so close to finishing up this last blueprint, he couldn't stop now. 

The ram suppressed a yawn as he picked the graphite back up. They wouldn't go to sleep. They couldn't go to sleep. He was on a four day no-sleep streak, and he's never been one to back down from a challenge- even if that means beating his record of eight. 

A soft knocking on the door snapped Tubbo out of their thoughts. They huffed out a small sigh in annoyance at being interrupted. “Come in!”

Ranboo’s tall frame stood in the small crack they’d made in the doorway. Ae leaned down to see into the room due to aer height. Tubbo’s face cracked into a small smile at the sight of their spouse, gangly, awkward limbs, perpetually nervous face and all, as he came better into view. “May I come in?” They asked softly, most likely keeping aer voice down both for Tubbo’s and a sleeping Michael’s sake. 

“Sure thing, boss man,” The brunette agreed, turning back to his work as Ranboo made its way in. The sound of papers shuffling and something being gently set down next to them pulled their gaze. The enderman had placed a steaming mug of tea on the space they’d cleaned of various paperwork. It was even in their favorite #1 Bee cup Michael’d made him for Father’s Day a couple months ago. “What’s this for?” He questioned, peering up suspiciously at Ranboo through their bangs. 

“Though you might need it,” they responded. His long tail was waving around lazily and Tubbo vaguely wondered what time it was as he turned back to the desk and took his first sip of his newly-acquired drink, pausing as the taste hit them. They looked up at their spouse again. “Chamomile?”

“Tubbo- when was the last time you slept?” He questioned sternly, staring the shorter in the eye. This time it was Tubbo who squirmed under the gaze and broke eye contact. 

“Uhhh… Like, a bit?”

Ranboo placed its hands on its hips which the ram would’ve made fun of for being sassy if they knew a lecture wasn’t coming. “And how long is ‘a bit’?”

Tubbo winced as they were backed into a corner excuse-wise. “A- a few days?”

An unsurprised sigh left the enderman as it dragged a hand down its face. Tubbo’s face twisted into a frown- mostly because he felt like a real shithead right now. “Look, we’re going to bed,” Ae stated rather than suggested, “You can finish up your tea in bed.”

The brunette stammered out some sounds of disagreement. “But I’ve gotta get these blueprints done by the end of the week!”

Ranboo lifted an eyebrow- well, he would’ve if it had eyebrows. “Tubbo, it’s Monday.”

“Yeah, and I’m only half done!” They argued.

“Alright, Mister, I’m forcing you to sleep.” That was all the warning Tubbo got before large hands gripped the back of his chair and lifted, Ranboo pushing the chair’s back legs and its contents across the floor toward the open door. 

Tubbo squawked in surprise and ended up laughing as they were pushed down the hall to their shared bedroom, protesting half-heartedly the whole way. 

It only took a little bit of convincing to get the man to brush their teeth and change into clothes that weren’t stained with sweat, soot, and other fluids that even Tubbo wasn’t quite sure the origins of. Ranboo didn’t even bother trying to get him to take a bath. Ae knew it’d only end up being a tussle and not being able to touch water would put it at a steep disadvantage. 

Tubbo yawned as they stripped back the sheets and climbed into bed and Ranboo was back swiftly with the tea, setting it on the nightstand. The ram got comfy as he watched their spouse. “You gonna tuck me in too, big guy?”

Ranboo rolled aer eyes and leaned down to plant a quick kiss to his forehead, teasingly tucking the blankets around their shoulders. “Go to sleep,” they whispered.

Tubbo was already half asleep when they felt the other side of the bed dip and felt arms wrap around their waist. “Night, Tubbo,” was the last thing they heard before drifting off comfortably into a peaceful night’s sleep.  

#fanfic #my fanfic #asks #dream smp #tubbo #ranboo #beeduo

[cherryelectricboogaloo]

Letter (#33)

Day 1: Stars

Been some days since I updated you, so here we go, things've been just a little busier!

Moved houses again. You know the one near the 10000y? Yeah, that one! The house's fine, but I've been spending a little time closer to the lake. I set up a shack there for when it's too late to go all the way home—I've been fishing a lot there. It's pretty relaxing, y'know? It just makes me happy. Also helps that some of the villagers like the things I fish. I mean, I think so? They do give me stuff in return. Still don't understand a lick of what they say, but hey, it's been working better than with the last village.

I'm practicing a bit of painting on my free time, between the fishing and the sewing and the building. It's a whole hell of a lot, but I enjoy it. Keeps my head busy and all that, you know? I've got enough time to enjoy all of my hobbies for once, and I'll put some pictures of what I've been doing recently! All for you. I did a lot of building for the villagers, I did a lot of writing (poems, so many poems), I did a lot but I've been thinking a lot.

I miss you.

There. Said it. I miss you a lot, alright? I miss talking with you in person. Are things still that bad there? Did no one find Dream? How is Tommy? How is Tubbo? How are you? I'm really worried about you recently. Have you been taking care of yourself? Sleeping? Making sure to take care of any wounds? Please don't get into fights you can't win. Don't forget that, right? I'm still waiting to see you here.

Actually, I found a beautiful place. You might've seen it since you lived here once, but there's this small hill nearby with many trees, south of the village. There's many birch trees, and I climbed up one of them when I couldn't sleep. (I've been having some issues, but it's been getting better. I'm still thinking of… that, so I can sleep well. Don't make me say it again. I'll get embarrassed.)

The sky was really starry. It looked really pretty, you know? I rarely have the chance to watch the stars.

It reminded me of you.

Fucking hell, everything reminds me of you at this point. Leave my head for once, will you? I gotta have SOME space in my mind for my thoughts!

But yeah. I was watching them, twinkling and sparkling all up in the sky. After all the work I did today, I needed that. I could watch stuff under the sky, the builds with the moon lighting them up, the night sky right behind the tallest bits. I don't think Lusitania had such a pretty landscape, and I'd say the main Dream SMP doesn't even get close. No great craters, no weird builds all close together, just a village and the things I've been doing near your builds. Wonder if it's the same stars you can see from there? They're not the same depending on how far away you are, right?

I hope they're the same. It's a bit comforting to think we might be seeing the same sky, you know? It makes it feel like we're a bit closer.

Well, I slept like a baby after watching the stars for long enough. Don't worry about my back, I made a small platform above the tree and put a mattress there, so it was all pretty refreshing. The night breeze, the open space, it was all really cool! Maybe you should try that from time to time, even if you have to lean back against a tree or something. Make sure your science juice's not sloshing around too much on your helmet, alright?

I hope your day goes well. I'll be trying to get a small treehouse set up so I can repeat this whole thing, but the main project of making that fancy library is still going. This place has a librarian, so I think this is gonna work out!

Following, a picture of Biscoito. He's chirping a lot lately.

Love,

Cher.

#naty cherry #cari the beloved #dsmp oc #dream smp oc #dsmp sona #dsmp citizen pov #long post time #mcytblr's fancharacter fest #purrduo #← everything to me

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Half Doomed - Semi Sweet

by crimeboys_shithead (goldenboy_gav)

He had drifted so far, playing truths and lies like such an innocent game that he was now wondering if there was any way back, if he even wanted to return to before.

    The universe whispered to him the answers.

  “A perfect fit,” Murmured the moon, its voice turning to sweet cherries while he fitfully slept.

  “Ours to cherish,” Promised the sky, its command forcing the stars to shine- in such a way Tommy wasn’t sure he’d ever seen them properly before.

  “Our sun, to complete us,” Echoed the stars, “Ours.”

  “Ours.” It pledged.

  Somewhere deep in the fae forest, a pebble slipped into a waterfall. Tommy awoke.

  or

Lies, truths and a mushroom ring make Tommy think about where he actually stands in his life.

Words: 5703, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Sam | Awesamdude & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fae, Orphan TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Fae Wilbur Soot, Fae Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Fae Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Found Family, Protectiveness, Lightly but still, How Do I Tag, lmk ab missing tags thanks

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40615947

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is

[mumza-superiority]

TECHNOBLADE GIFT EXCHANGE!!!!

wiiiitthhh 5 MINUTES LEFT OF THE NEW YEAR !!!! @jeanbean16 IM SO SORRY *)FHEOHIOICHU I WAS SPEEDRUNNING THIS BUT I HOPE U ENJOY

It was a slow day in the Antarctic Commune. The sun was hidden behind clouds as its inhabitants slept, granting them a few more blissful moments of sleep.

Well, everybody except a certain Technoblade, that is. 

He was out and about, gathering firewood, brewing potions, the like. Chat decided it’d be a great idea to wake up before sunrise to ask him his opinion about his favorite ice cream flavor. (It was chocolate.) He sighed, adding in a fermented spider eye into his already-concocted night vision potion, watching as it glowed atop the flames. A few minutes later, the eye fully dissolved before turning the potion a clear color, marking the newly-brewed invisibility potion as complete. 

Techno took the completed potion and put it into the chest. He walked over to the brewing stands and put a few more water bottles from the table into it when he heard the doorbell ring. He fixed his posture from the bent-down position he held while working with potions and went over to the door before opening it. 

Outside the door was none other than former president Tubbo and Ranboo, holding their kid. Now, Technoblade had no qualms about the zombie piglin child, seeing as they’d never met, but he wondered why they brought him here– Techno was known for not being the kindest to children, after all. 

“Ranboo, Tubbo, what a surprise. What’s goin’ on?” He asked, inviting them inside. He was on good terms with Tubbo after they helped retrieve Michael together, but Tubbo was still weary around him because of their past…incidents.

“Well, me and Ranboo want to go out with Tommy today, and we were wondering if you could, well, take care of Michael for the day? I’m so sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if anyone else was available.” ‘Hm. That’s something.’ 

Now, Technoblade couldn’t exactly take care of kids. They’re way too loud and energetic, and they run off too much for Techno to want to willingly take care of one for a whole day. But as the kid babbled happily, Techno couldn’t help but agree. He didn’t want to, but his instincts were shouting at him that Michael was a runt, he should be protected, taken care of, and he knew that if he didn’t agree, he’d be worrying and moody for the whole day. So he accepted, Ranboo thanking him profusely and telling him to “call me if he gives you any trouble, he loves mushroom stew,” and “we’ll be back by sunset, he should fall asleep by then” and “thank you so so so much Techno”  before Tubbo had to drag him off to go meet Tommy. 

Now he’s here, a baby zombie piglin sitting on the other side of the couch, staring into his eyes. 

Techno tried to ignore the child in his midst the best he knew how–keyword being “tried”. Right as he was about to shut his brain off and go on autopilot, he felt a tug on his pant leg. Michael looked up at him, his head cocked to the side in what was either deep thought or confusion. Techno couldn’t tell which was which. 

Eventually, Michael decided whatever he was thinking about and spoke. “Uncle Tech…Hungry!” 

Techno’s eyes widened for a split second before relaxing. Of course the kid knew Piglin– he was a literal pigman, for Prime’s sake. Techno just hadn’t heard it being said in… a long time. He hadn’t needed to speak it, either, so his Piglin was more than a little bit rusty. Techno had to admit, though, that Michael calling him “uncle” was kind of cute, even though Michael was saying it to him just because Techno is older. 

Still, it was his native tongue, so he knew enough and mustered up the courage to speak. 

“Do you want some stew, kid? I heard you liked mushrooms.”  He said, stumbling over a couple of words. 

Needless to say, the child was ecstatic. He jumped back–physically jumped back– and started to question him, stars in his eyes. 

“You know Piglin??” 

Techno lips quirked up in a soft smile. 

“Yeah, kid, I do. I’m from the Nether, you know.”

Michael’s smile only widened as he jumped up and down, his ears flapping happily.  

            “Is that a yes for the stew, Michael?” Techno asked, laughing. Michael nodded. 

           Techno grabbed some mushrooms from a chest and chopped them up, placing them in a pot with some water to marinate and make the base of the stew. As he was waiting for that to cook, he placed a stool on the floor. 

           “Wanna help me cook, kid?”  He asked. “I can show you how to use a knife.” 

          “But Boo and Bee told me not to go near those …” 

         “Eeeeeh, it’ll be fine. I know what I’m doing.” 

Michael laughed as he jumped up onto the stool. Techno placed a small knife in the kid's hands, guiding him to some onions that he had placed on the cutting board.  “Okay, so- you wanna chop it up into fine pieces, like this,” he said, taking Michael’s hands and cutting a few bits of the onion. He let go, and watched as Michael very slowly cut up the onion into (albeit larger than normal) slices. He didn’t hurt himself, which Techno is very grateful for. He didn’t want to sit through Tubbo yelling at him for five minutes about letting his kid use a knife. They gotta learn young, anyways.

#technoblade gift exchange #last post of 2022 ig #long post #dsmp fic #ill post this on ao3 later!!!

[ask-lmanburg]

Wilbur! I'm back to bother you.

I see you’re missing your gun.

Yeah, I kinda realised a gun is pretty useless if you have no bullets.

I wonder where those wound up.

Can I please have them back? I won't shoot you for a week!

Hmmm… no.

Oh come on! It was a gift, Wilbur, you can't confiscate a mans gift.

You still have the gun.

Yeah, but I'm missing the important half. I can't just throw a gun at your head, it's not as funny.

I mean you could, but I’d kick your ass.

Exactly, it doesn't work! Please, man, what do I need to do for these bullets?

Math.

Oh you're evil.

Yup.

You can't do this to me, there's gotta be something else!

Hmmm…. Nope, not that I can think of.

This is cruel. This is so cruel, I can't fucking believe you right now. How much math are you gonna make me do?

Let’s see…. A question a bullet?

You can't do that. At least two bullets, Wilbur, at least two! Do you know how many bullets there are?!

How many?

Too many! You should know, you're the one that got shot.

I counted… about 75. I think that’s a fair number.

No! No it's fucking not! Wilbur, be reasonable. Math's barely even important anyway!

Fine, I’ll just keep the bullets then.

No! That's not fair! Fine, fine, I'll do your stupid math. I still get the bullets if I'm wrong though!

Nah, nah, you need to learn this, Tommy.

Why can't you just give up on me? My life would be so much more convenient!

Why can’t you give up on me?

That's different. Math is just a lost cause, okay? Me and numbers do not mix. We're not even acquaintances. Numbers punched me the first time we met.

You also punched me the first time we met.

That's different! I punched you out of instinct, numbers punched me because they don't want me to be happy.

What’s six times four?

Fuck man, I don't know. Twenty? Twenty four? I think there's a twenty in there.

It is in fact twenty four.

Can I have my bullet? You owe me.

Here. 74 more to go.

You really are evil sometimes.

Yeah. How’s Tubbo?

Better. I had to drag him back to bed though, he fought his way out just to sit in the grass.

Good, good. I worry about you two, y’know?

Yeah, I know. We're fine though, so it's alright. I mean, Tubbo did just die but other than that we're fine.

[Wilbur sighs.]

Yeah. We need to speak with Schlatt soon, about the whole… murder thing. And I need to call Eret….

You've got a lot to do. Don't worry, if Schlatts a dickhead I've got a gun. I'm sure 75 fake bullets will do something.

Yeah, you can injure his back too.

Perfect! It's a foolproof plan.

Yeah…

You alright, man?

[Wilbur throws himself at Tommy, wrapping him in a tight hug.]

Hey, Wilbur!

[Tommys hands hover in the air before he slowly hugs him back]

Are you okay?

I don’t know.

What's going on?

I don’t know.

Okay, uh… I guess we can just hug for a bit. Yeah man, that'll probably help a little.

[The hug lasts for a while longer before Wilbur let’s go.]

Sorry.

Nah, its fine. Don't worry about it, big man. Are you feeling a little.. better?

I don’t… sorry. Yeah. I’m okay.

Okay, good. That's good, I'm glad.

I think I should probably go to bed.

Yeah, alright. All Wilburs need their rest, I'll see you later after you've slept.

Alright. Goodnight Tommy.

Goodnight, Wilbur.

#public speaking #aiming the vlog gun

[bluedragonfairy2000]

Sweet Dream~

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (Here), Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 3: Real World Troubles

Tommy’s eyes opened to see a wooden ceiling above him. He was about to question where he was when he felt a familiar pain in his back. His crummy bed had little to no support causing his back to hurt anytime he slept on it.

Tommy got up to look in the mirror to see if his assumptions were correct. He was greeted by the reflection of a tall, slightly too thin, sixteen-year-old wearing a worn-out red and white baseball t-shirt and faded tan slacks. The boy in the mirror looked like he had seen far too much for his short lifespan. Now that Tommy had confirmed that he was awake he was pleasantly surprised to see that his mirror no longer looked blurry.

“It must have been because I was so tired last night,” Tommy thought to himself.

Tommy opened the trap door covering the window to see what time it was. Judging by the position of the sun it was around eight o’clock in the morning.

“Wow,” Tommy thought you himself “I haven’t slept that good since before the war.”

Remembering that the L’Manberg council was having another meeting about the Peace Treaty with Dream today Tommy started getting ready for the day. Tommy dawned his L’Manberg uniform, grabbed a cold, cooked steak, and headed out towards the newly constructed capital building. As he walked he took note of the areas that would need to be repaired later on. Arriving at the capital building Tommy walked in and went up the stairs to the meeting room. Once Tommy had walked into the meeting room he saw the three other members of the L’Manberg council Quackity, his nephew Fundy, and his best friend and adopted brother Tubbo.

“Morning Tommy I hope you slept well, now that you are here we can begin the meeting.”

As the meeting began the L’Manberg counsel talked about several things such as the rebuilding of L’Manberg, tracking down Technoblade so that he could pay for his crimes and the issue of the peace treaty with Dream. The last point is where problems started to arise. They were evenly split and had no way of breaking the tie.

“Please guys” Tubbo implored “I don’t like it any more than you do but if we don’t make a peace treaty with Dream now he is just going to attack us, and we are in no position to defend ourselves. Not to mention our nation is currently in shambles and if we refuse his offer of peace then it is likely he will prevent our nation from ever recovering.”

Tommy groaned “Tubbo this is a bad idea. We built this national get away from Dream because he always tries to control everything. If we sign that peace treaty then we would be giving him control over this nation and us. The war we fought for this country would be worthless. What if Dream doesn’t keep his end of the bargain he could find L’Manburg’s weaknesses and take us down before we even knew what hit us.”

Tubbo sighed “ok well now that we have heard both arguments let’s put it to a vote those in favor of The peace treaty raise your hands.” Tubbo and Fundy put their hands up.

“Those who are against the Peace treaty raise your hands.” As Tubbo said this he and Fundy put their hands down and Tommy and Quackity raised their hands instead.

“Well it’s tied again, we will discuss this issue at the next meeting tomorrow. Thank you all for coming, now let’s get to work repairing our beautiful nation” Tubbo said ending the meeting.

With that, the rest of the L’Manberg counsel went to their respective areas and continued to rebuild L’Manberg After a couple of hours of fixing up L’Manberg Tubbo went to talk to Quackity. Once Tubbo had found Quackity he called out to get his attention.

“Quackity! I need to talk to you for a minute.”

“Sure,” Quackity said, “what do you need Mr. President.”

“Well I was wondering why you keep voting against the peace treaty with Dream, surely you know why we need it,” Tubbo asked

Quackity replied “Look Tubbo, I understand where you are coming from, as the president of L’Manberg it’s your job to make the country thrive, and given what little you were left with it’s no wonder why you wouldn’t want another war. However, Dream is a threat to L’Manberg’s prosperity in the same way that Technoblade is. They both think that they have control over everybody just because they could kill anyone in opposition to them. They think they can hurt people and not face any repercussions. I think they need to be taken down a notch if for no other reason than to show that they are not untouchable like they think they are.

“You make a good point Quackity, but I am not making this treaty to appease Dream. I am making this treaty so that we can keep an eye on him. Part of this treaty is the fact that while in L’Manberg Dream must follow our rules, and if he breaks them he will be punished like any normal citizen. If he gets out of line or tries to take control of L’Manberg then I will give you full permission to do what you think is necessary.”

“Hmm ok, but Tubbo I have a question.”

“Yes Quackity, what is it?”

“Why are you trying to convince me to vote for the peace treaty. Why not try and convince Tommy instead?”

Tubbo sighed “you know how Tommy gets, once he has set his mind to something it's nearly impossible to get him to change it. He is my best friend and I trust him with my life but he is way too stubborn for his good.”

“Yeah that’s true, alright I will vote for the peace treaty at the next meeting, but I wouldn’t trust Dream if I were you. Keep your eye on him and don’t let him get into your head.”

Thank you Quackity this means a lot to me, and I will keep your advice in mind when dealing with Dream.”

After finishing up their conversation they went their separate ways. The L’Manberg council worked on repairing L’Manberg for the rest of the day. Once the sun started setting over the horizon each member of the L’Manberg council stopped the reconstruction and headed back to their own homes so they could rest. Tommy was happy with the amount of progress that the council had made on L’Manberg. It seemed to Tommy that it would only be another day or two before L’Manberg was brought back to its former glory. Tommy got home and ate a cooked pork chop along with a slice of cakes that Niki had gifted him. Then he got ready for bed. Tommy began to notice how tired he had become. He figured that he had simply overworked himself. So he climbed into bed and hoped that could sleep as well as he did last night. As he laid down he noticed that the mirror was blurry once again but he could see his reflection, he looked very tired. With that, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, his reflection watched him sleep with a soft smile.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #Tubbo #fundy #quackity #ao3 #sweet dreams~ #fanfiction #Minecraft

[elytrafemme]

As a sequel to the monsterhood ask,

Cranboo has this problem where he is looking for answers as to who he is but they are also running from who they are? If their monsterhood was fully realized I think they would change every time they slept. It is unavoidable. ranboo will sleep, or he will black out and wake up with blood in his teeth. They are tall and thin(to varying degrees). The right side of his body is white with a red eye, the left is black with a green one when looking in the mirror. They are wearing formal clothing, most often business suits. There is a blank book and sharpened pencil somewhere on their body.

These are the only things that stay the same.

Tubbo’s wounds never fully heal. Papercuts will scar over in shades of pink and his firework scars are stained red like the dye has seeped into his skin. He makes the sky grey wherever he goes but he hasn’t left his home in over a year. Tommy writes him but he is too afraid to open them, just sends over little toys and trinkets that work without being wound up or filled with redstone. They don’t function for anyone who isn’t him or tommy

YES ABSOLUTELY i think if we are taking that full monstrous route to it like, the transformations would definitely happen unconsciously where it's very out of his control. he would be led down a path where the best action may be trying to just adapt, but instead he initially takes the approach of trying to control what can't be controlled, and then try to understand what can't be understood. fear of what could happen keeps him gagged; i think it would definitely be different to canotical enderwalk state, where it's not even a state of memories, it's just a state where all of this tempest like energy inside him gets unleashed.

i'm especially attached to the bit you said there of him making the sky grey wherever he goes, but also staying in his home. i think if we took that point you explained really well about his stagnancy, we can see it here: even when he stays still, the world doesn't go to shit, but the world slowly loses color. he's trying to work with the cards he's been dealt in this monstrous existence of resignation.

i wonder how they come to terms with this existence. certainly it's not agony forever, but for them would their peace be letting the beast get more massive, or letting the beast die out? or is it just coexistence? it's hard to compare monsterhood to anything aside from these abstract concepts: certainly, if you have an injury, you learn to live with it until it heals, if it ever heals at all, then otherwise you learn to live and coexist with it. what is it like when monsterhood is this possessive manifestation of everything in your life entirely?

#nightmare.ask #long post #cannibalism tw #i have no idea what the implication should be but like just in case it provokes that line of thought #uhhh ask to tag on this one

[mysialia]

What is this

I just- Tubbo I cant keep defending you like this

I hate him /lh

#the fact that its like 6 am gor Ranboo just makes it funnier #in bst is like 12 i think #I wonder if tubbo even slept #maybe so #anyways #tubbo #ranboo #bee duo #DONT YOU DARE BE GROSS IN MY WATCH PEOPLE NO SHIPPING #mcyt

[ghostlysenses]

“I hope we’re still friends”

Platonic tubbo x reader

Angst

You were there

Watching as Tubbo became president.

You looked at Tommy who was smiling and cheering on tubbo, you did the same!

You, tommy and tubbo were always close.

He added you to his cabinet, along with tommy of course. Together you guys were working hard to make this place beautiful and safe.

Everyone was working

you saw tubbo less and less

same with tommy

you were almost always alone when you worked.

Its hard, there would be days where you slept in the office.

Sitting down you sighed thinking about everything, wondering where everyone is and what theyr-

“Hey! Y/n! I need you to do something for me!”

In comes tubbo, You look up and smile a bit

“Whatcha need” you say happily

he puts a stack of papers on your desks

“im sorry theres so much but im busy and-“

you cut him off by telling him its okay

as he heads out the door he pops his head in one last time to say

“Hey…I hope were still friends…and i hope you dont mind…ya know working for me”

he says sheepishly.

“Of course tubbo!” you smile at him and he smiles warmly back

He leaves….

and you now have a stack of papers to do.

You guys hung out less and less until he couldn’t even come into your office to give you your work, he had to send quackity!

It became saddening

he wouldnt even look at you.

wheres tommy during this?

Plotting to burn down george’s house

You were walking home from work, it was around 12am

then you saw it, the flames, the fire.

You sighed knowing this is going to be a lot more work on your end.

Tommy came to you the next day, he explained to you what had happened proudly

you smilied at him warmly, he always seemed to cheer you up

The next few days were hetic and then there was the court case day.

You couldnt make it, you told tommy you would and you couldnt!

why?

because tubbo handed you more work

you already had 3 piles of paper stacked up on your desk and you know he knew you did.

You were just trying to keep your composure

you would be spending another night in the office again.

The next day you wake up to a blanket over you and a note from quackity telling you how good of a job you’re doing.

this isn’t the first time this has happened

You hear a commotion outside and head out to it, you walk over to tommy, tubbo, and qauckity and fundy.

You wave and smile

then you hear what comes out of tubbos mouth

“EXILE TOMMYINNIT”

your hand slowly falls down, a shocked expression sits on your face as you stare at them.

“what?!!” you say

they turn to you.

“Its for the best! He has done nothing but cause problems and be childish” at Tubbos words you were fuming

Dream had escorted Tommy away

.

.

.

from then on things got more diffcult

you were dealing with more work that tubbo would put off the side and give to you just so he could go out and “make sure my country is okay”

You were still mad he exiled Tommy

You were even more furious he gave you the rest of Tommys work

Your office was covered in papers

You looked as though you hadn’t slept in days

Everyone was asking Tubbo where you were

how you were doing

nobody had seen you in days

Tubbo always said you were working to “make L’manburg a better place!”

in reality you were working on projects, signing things, etc.

Tubbo had no work load

Neither did quackity

You saw them everyday, walking in, staying for an hour, then leaving.

How you wished for that

You think about Tommy during all this, you’ve been sending letter back and forth

He gives you motivation to keep going

and you with him

He tells you take breaks, you dont listen of course.

But then one day

one day

the best thing happens

you finish

You’re finally done

you send off all the papers, rearrange your finally paper free office and stand up to leave but then…

Tubbo enters your office, with another stack of papers..

“Hey Y/n! I just have a few things you need to sign!”

you sigh and sit back down, you could get this done in an hour and still have time to finally go home

“and I also wanted to talk..”

you were getting annoyed at this point

“Yes…tubbo?”

“I..I hope were still friends-“ that sentence urked you

You scoffed

“I hope were still friends” you say standing up completely enraged

“You really expect me to be your friend when you cant even be one yourself?! YOU ABANDONED TOMMY! you hand me more and more stacks of work everyday and proceed to lie to my friends about what im doing, YOUR WORK! Im all by myself! I sit alone here in this small office doing EVERYTHING yet YOU get all the credit! Im tired of doing this rinse and repeat! find someone else to do your work! find someone else to be your friend! Im done!”

You grab your bag and leave, leaving a shocked Tubbo stand there

After that of course you took a very well needed vacation to the tundras and hung out with philza and techno.

Meanwhile

Tubbo was working his ass off, trying to do your workload while guilt hung over his head from both being neglectful of yours and tommys feelings.

a/n

DAMN I HAVENT BEEN ALIVE IN AWHILE

#dsmp #tommyinnit #dream mcyt #dream smp #dream smp x reader #tubbo dsmp #wilbur dream smp #tubbo dream smp #dreamsmp #tubbo x reader #sleepy boys inc x reader #philza #angst #not submission #tired #quackity #dsmp quackity #lmanburg #l’manberg #wilbur mcyt #ranboo

[poisoned-peppermint]

Lore Got Me Fucked Up Have Some Incorrect Quotes I Made Out Of Sadness

~~~~~~~~~~~

Bad: Remember to drink water babes

Punz: No

Bad: Then become the dirt I walk on

~~~~~~~~~~

Bad: You're toast!

Skeppy: Oh yeah? And you’re what, a toaster?

~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy: Do you like tall girls or short girls?

Tubbo: Men.

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Skeppy: name a way to be nice to others.

Bad: don’t kill them.

Skeppy: setting the bar a little low, but I'll allow it.

~~~~~~~~~~

Techno: I was taught to think before I act.

Techno: .....so if i smack the shit out of you, rest assured i thought about it and i’m confident in my decision.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bad: *starts crying*

Ant: What's wrong?

Bad: oh, nothing. This just happens sometimes

~~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Foolish: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.

Skeppy: Not when you're playing with Bad, it's not. They put words like "ephemeral" and I put "dog."

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Puffy: Hey Foolish, how long do you think it will take until I start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

Foolish: I think-

Bad: 72 hours

Puffy: How did you-

Bad: There’s a clown right behind you, Puffy!

~~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: *is unpacking a box*

Skeppy: *puts the box down and turns around*

Bad: *crunch*

Skeppy: DON'T EAT THE PACKING PEANUTS!!

~~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: I can't stand you

Bad: Then kneel

~~~~~~~~~~

Techno: Here’s the thing though. Is it still a murder if I give them a heads up?

Ranboo: I think that’s called a threat.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bad: Don’t worry, I’ve got a few knives up my sleeve.

Quackity: I think you mean cards.

Sapnap: They did not.

Bad, pulling out knives: I did not.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bad, showing off a new dress: what do you think?

Velvet: damn that dress looks dope

Velvet: and I bet it'd look even better on Skeppy’s floor

Skeppy: Are you hitting on Bad... for me?

~~~~~~~~~~

[On a hike]

George: It’s beautiful out here.

Sapnap: And quiet.

George: Too quiet.

Dream: Did we lose someone?

[cut to Bad with a bear in a headlock]

~~~~~~~~~~

Bad: *is struggling with a can*

Skeppy: You need some help with that?

Bad: Yes, actually *hand Skeppy the can* please?

Skeppy: *sighs and takes the pringles out of the pringlecan*

Bad: Bless your little hands

~~~~~~~~~~

Sam: Hannah, we need to talk about your professionalism

Hannah, standing on a chair: those are some mighty brave words for a person standing in lava

~~~~~~~~~~

Tubbo: I have an idea.

Ranboo: a good one?

Tubbo: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: I will fight the next person who insults my partner.

Bad: I hate myself...

Skeppy: Alright my beautiful flower, square up.

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Bad: Skeppy, can you help me? all of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason

Skeppy: [wearing a hoodie that’s 5 times bigger than their size] spooky

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Dream: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

George: It was me...

Dream: ... Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dream: oh so it's fine when they get to have their fun but when i have fun, it's problematic?

Sapnap:

Sapnap: people die when you have fun 

Dream: ...

~~~~~~~~~~

Ranboo: [eating a cinnamon roll]

Tubbo: Cannibalism.

Ranboo: [confused chewing noises]

~~~~~~~~~~

Eryn: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Ant: How did you find us?

Eryn: I saw your ad on craigslist

~~~~~~~~~~

Foolish: I’ve connected the two dots

Sam: You didn’t connect shit

Foolish: I’ve connected them

~~~~~~~~~~

Puffy: Hey Bad, do you have any hobbies?

Bad: Swimming..

Puffy: Really? That's cool. I never expected you to-

Bad: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: truth or dare?

Bad: truth

Skeppy: how many hours have you slept this week?

Bad:

Bad: dare

Skeppy: go to sleep

Bad: I don't like this game

~~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Sapnap.

Bad: You just said it again.

Sapnap:

Skeppy: I am not a role model.

~~~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: What are you in the mood for? 

Bad: World domination. 

Skeppy: That's a bit ambitious. 

Bad : You are my world. 

Skeppy: Awwwww…

Bad: 

Skeppy:

 Bad:

 Skeppy:...OH.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Making something out of quartz in my minecraft world and, I wonder HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK DID SKEPPY MAKE THE MANSION ENTIRELLY OUT OF QUARTZ!? THE FUCKING MAD MAN! IT IS THE FUCKING WORST THING I’VE EVER DECIDED TO BUILD WITH!!!

#incorrect quotes #dsmp #dsmp incorrect quotes #badboyhalo #skephalo #skeppy #skephalo for the soul #punz #ranboo and tubbo #tubbo my beloved #tommyinnit #Beeduo #bench trio #technoblade #antfrost #velvetiscake #foolish my beloved #landduo #captain puffy #gremlin bbh needs sleep and love #velvet is the ship captain #quackity #sapnap #skeppy has tiny hands #skeppy step-dad of the year #quackbur #Hannah and sam #skeppy stealer of cloths #Head canon Bad needs severe mental help and coco #Dream Team

[griffintail]

A Day in the Life (Lost Ones)

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

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

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

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

Tommy

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

        Tubbo was even more clueless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

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

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

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

        “Do you…do you do this often?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        He thought Tommy could do this whole dad thing right.

        …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          Wilbur

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        Tommy huffed, already bored as Fundy simply stayed quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          Philza

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

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

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

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

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

        His sons had managed to figure it all out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “What are you doing?” Phil asked him.

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

        “Phil…?”

        “What are you doing?” Phil repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “I do I think I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “Kill me, Phil!” Wilbur shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

        He wished everything could be different…

        …

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

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

        “Who’s she?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          Technoblade

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

        “Yes?” Phil answered.

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

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

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

        “Did you burp her after she ate?”

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

        “I forgot, she stopped.”

        “Good. Just relax now, alright Techno?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

          Eret

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

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

        Of course, he did still sometimes get involved.

        “Eret!” Tommy yelled on the walkie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        He raised an eyebrow, opening the package then laughed.

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

          Dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nocturnal-dreams]

I Just Want It To Stop

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Pairing: Philza x GN!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: depression, cyberbullying

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You sighed staring at your monitor, your twitch chat going by fast on your other monitor, you could barely catch up with what everyone else was saying. You were playing minecraft with your friends Technoblade and Philza, you were the only one streaming so currently you had almost all of Techno’s and Phil’s viewers on your stream eager to see the boys. 

You had the blanket that was normally draped over your gaming chair wrapped around your shoulders with your knees tucked to your chest as you listened to the two ramble. You guy were just mindlessly strip mining in your shared hardcore world except the risks were even higher that even if only one of you guys died, then the entire game was over. 

Glancing at your basically empty glass of water next to you, you tried to think of an excuse to leave that wouldn’t make Phil worried. Sure you were greatful for Phil and how much he worried about you, he definitely cared more than most people you knew, but you also very almost guilty. The thought of messaging Kristen came to mind to tell her about your problems recently but Phil would definitely find out from her, you weren’t even sure how Techno would be able to answer or help you with your situation. 

Wilbur and Niki definitely did cross your mind but it was pushed aside, the same reason you didn’t want to tell Phil, you didn’t want to feel like a burden. 

You glanced at the time on the wall noticing it was getting pretty late, sure you didn’t exactly want to leave the call since Phil and Techno were being pretty funny and it was bringing a smile to your face but you were struggling to hold back the tears that were wanting to make themselves known. Thank god you didn’t have a facecam on this stream and your camera wasn’t turned on or else Phil, Techno, or even chat would wonder what was up.

“I think I’m gonna end the stream since it’s getting pretty late and I’m kind of tired,” you said quietly into your mic, your voice cracking slightly as you prayed Phil and Techno didn’t get suspicious of how quiet your voice was or your voice crack.

“Oh okay Y/N, take care of yourself, you know streaming is just something to do on the side, put yourself first,” you could sense Phil smiling like usual, Techno giving a casual goodnight as you ended the stream.

When you made sure you were 100 percent off the call and the stream was over, you hugged your knees closer to your chest and your head between your knees. You hiccuped with each sob, the hiccups almost more painful than the emotional pain you were feeling right now. It just didn’t feel like anything was going right, especially with some hate you were getting online was getting to you. 

The hate had started when you first joined the sleepy bois inc group, people getting mad saying you weren’t a guy or that you were splitting up the group. Phil had been the one to get on call with you telling you to not listen to what people were saying online and that a lot of the fans actually loved you but it didn’t help the comments that really got under your skin.

‘I’d rather Niki or Tubbo joined tbh’ ‘But it’s sleepy bois inc, not sleepy bois and Y/N inc’ ‘They aren’t even that funny’

Those were some that hurt the most, you had told Wilbur on call a few times how much you just wanted to quit streaming but Wilbur kept insisting you keep going, that you shouldn’t let the people online dictate how you feel, that you should let the people around you allow you to feel good, not some face behind a screen.

You slid out of your gaming chair uncomfortably and fell face first into your bed, a pile of blankets over your shoulders lighter than the amount of pain you felt as you cried into your pillow. Your body trembling with each tear that ran down your face, hiccuping quietly not wanting to alert your neighbors downstairs and have anyone see you in such a broken state.

You jumped at your phone buzzing beside you, the facetime caller idea lighting up your face inside the dark room as you read ‘Dadza <3′. You sighed knowing you couldn’t just hang up on Phil, that would worry him. You quickly tried to cover up that you had been crying, trying to steady your breathing before answering, Phil’s face appearing on your screen as you pointed your phone up at the ceiling to hide your tear stained face.

“Y/N you okay?” Phil asked on the other line, he seemed to be editing something as he was still sitting at his office, his microphone pushed to the side and his phone perked up so he could see you, only getting met with your ceiling, “I’m sorry, I just notice on call you didn’t sound okay and I got worried.”

You tried to let words slip past your tongue but all that did was a loud sob as you quietly cried trying to hide it but Phil definitely heard.

“Y/N let me see you, please, I’m worried,” you swallowed the large lump in your throat and picked up your phone pointing it towards your face. Phil’s face softened and his heart broken looking at your puffy red eyes from crying and your body shaking slowly as you tried to hide your sobs. “You okay mate? Do you wanna talk about it?” You quietly shook your head watching Phil’s full attention going away from editing and towards his phone where you were, “how about I’ll just talk with you before you go to sleep, I’m pretty sure its late where you are right now and I’d rather you get at least an hour of sleep, you seem overwhelmed-”

“I just want it to stop Phil,” you said, barely above a whisper but Phil heard, his eyes getting glossy just from hearing your broken voice, “everything hurts, I want to quit streaming, its doing more harm than good.”

“How about this,” your head perked up at Phil’s voice, “I’ll talk to Kristen and see about flying over to you to spend maybe a weekend or two, depending how much support you need right now, that’s the best I can do. When it comes to streaming, I know you aren’t gonna like this answer but I agree with you to a degree, maybe not quitting all together but taking a much needed break. If people want to be jerks about you needed a mental break than fuck them.”

You laughed quietly to yourself hearing Phil swear, he always managed to put a smile on your face even in your darkest moments, “I’d like that,” you rested your head on your palm, your tears finally starting to clear up as you curled up in your blankets.

“Until then, do you want me to stay on call with you until you sleep? I can even stay on when you go to sleep in case you wake up and need someone to talk to,” Phil smiled on the other line, the weight on your shoulders feeling like it had been lifted by dadza.

“I’d love that,” you smiled leaning back in your bed, your phone propped up on your beside table, you watched Phil grab his headphones so he could edit while you slept and he wouldn’t wake you up, “wait.”

Phil paused, he put his headphones down quietly, “yeah mate?”

“I love you dadza, thank you for putting up with me.” You smiled warmly.

“Of course kiddo,” and with that, you laid down in your bed, humming to yourself quietly to sleep, Phil still on call like a protective dad although you loved him for it.

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[businessbois]

TommyInnit Appreciation for 4 minutes and 6 seconds (part 6, here’s 1 2 3 4 5 if you need that serotonin)

timestamps+transcript:

1:06:13 Settling Into Snowchester February 23

Tubbo: (reading dono) “‘Hey Tubbo, I was wondering if you could tell a story on how you started getting big on Twitch.’ I owe it literally all to TommyInnit. I would— Without TommyInnit, or Tommy even, I would literally still just be chilling on, like, 400 viewers. Like, I would not be— I would not be anywhere near— like, I see the number 70 thousand in the viewer box up there and that just does not clock for me. Like, that is—that’s just—that is so far beyond the dream, it just seems unbelievable. So I basically owe it all to Tommy. He’s the reason I was able to join the Dream SMP. He’s the reason that I didn’t quit even when I hated, hated certain aspects. Like, when I did Skyblock YouTube for ages. Like, ‘cause there were times when I was gonna quit, but he motivated me to keep going. He has an unbelievable work ethic, he does.”

42:01 Snowchester Improvements February 6th 

Jack: “Wait, did he [Tommy] hit 5 mil, though? Hold on. Sorry to break the moment, but did my boy 5 mil?” [typing] “AYYY! He hit 5 mil! Aww, good on him! Really happy for him. I’m breaking RP now. If I had to put a tag on this, I’d put ‘/irl.’ Bless him. Good on him. Ay.”

11:53  TommyInnit Slept In On the Sidemen??

Randolph: “But how crazy that he’s done that now? On the same game?” Simon: “And it’s like, he doesn’t, like— We played Minecraft. He is, like, 400 thousand viewers on Minecraft.” Randolph: “Yeah. Yeah.” Simon: “That’s insane.” Randolph: “And it is interesting. I do like his content and I’ll—I’ll— I don’t watch him religiously, like, I’m a fan of— I wouldn’t say I’m a fan of him, like, I’m not— You got what I’m saying, right? Simon: “Yeah.” Randolph: “But I go onto his Twitch and watch, like, a little bit of it just to see the numbers. It’s mental. And it is entertaining.” Simon: “Yeah, I mean, he is literally, to me, he is literally like a younger Harry [Wroetoshaw] on Minecraft.” Randolph: “Yeah, and you know what I really like about him? Is he’s good at, like, making the—making content on his stream.” Simon: “Yeah.” Randolph: “So he doesn’t just play a game and then edit it later, you can see, like, he changes his camera angle and his stream deck while he’s playing.” Simon: “Yeah.” Randolph: “And he’ll zoom in and stuff, and he’ll turn the music off and he’ll cue the music up. It’s really actually a skill. It’s like a DJ radio presenter and a content creator at the same time.”

1:23:46 we vibe January 13

Ponk: “I asked Tommy and it was like, ‘Uh, how do I join this?’ because Tommy—my goodness—Tommy off-stream is the nicest person I’ve ever met. Like, he is so kind. He replies to messages, like, instantly, right? I know he’s a busy person, but he will still do that.”

 25:40 Wilbur’s Stream February 4

Wilbur: “I wanna do big ups to someone right now. Uh, TommyInnit. I need to give big ups to TommyInnit, right. Uh, so during my time being fucking anxious and shit. This is the last thing before we get into questions by the way. During my time being fucking anxious and miserable and sad, I have pretty much not spoken to anyone online, ‘cause why would I reach out?” (laughs) “'Cause you know its like—when— I—I dunno if anyone else has the same thing thing as me, but when I'm miserable I just wanna kinda shut myself away for a bit. Not in, like, a depression way in like a—I'm literally—I think it would take too much energy. Uh, and here he is, Big Man Tommy has been fucking messaging me every day and, like, saying ‘We're talking,’ like, ‘Come talk today,’ and basically been dragging me over to my PC and making me chat to him. And it’s—it’s—” (sighs) “It’s so nice.” (thanks sub) “I—I— I get out of the shower at fucking 5 PM, after laying in bed for three hours on my phone. And the only reason I'm getting out of bed and going to my computer is because TommyInnit has said ‘Come talk to me.’ He's my best friend. He's my best friend and I used to tell him how depressing that was that I’m best friends with a 16 year old but I'm— It’s not depressing. It’s not depressing. He's a fucking legend, TommyInnit is.” (thanks sub) “He’s a fucking legend. He deserves every bit of success in the world and I’ve said that from day one. You can fucking looking at interviews with me from fucking day one when he had 100k subs. He’s a fucking legend so, yes, that’s— I’m calling out, I’m calling out TommyInnit.”

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[soft-boi-eli]

Hello!! I hope you are doing well today, mentally and physically! Just wanna say I love your writing! But, I dunno if your requests are open or closed. If there closed, please ignore this!! But if their open. I was wondering if I could request a gender-neutral and headcannons with Ranboo, Tubbo, Technoblade, And Philza with a partner that has insomnia pretty bad? Like they cannot sleep, stay up all night gaming, drink energy drinks or coffee all night cause they cannot sleep. And if they do, they only get 4 or less hours of sleep? If not, I totally understand and please ignore this if you don't wanna do this. Sorry if this has bad grammar, English isn't my first language and it's hard to learn. Please remember to take your time if you end up doing this. Please also remember to saty hydrated, eat, and get a normal amount of sleep! Stay safe [If your still in a pandemic, I'm sadly still in one]

Ranboo, Tubbo, Technoblade, and Father! Philza x insomniac! Reader Headcanons

You know other then my own insomnia acting up really badly lately I've been good! Thank you for asking.

I'm going to make Philza's platonic/ a father figure. Only because I know he has a wife and I dont want to ignore it. also he will be a father figure to you.

Ranboo

You and ranboo both have insomnia.

And sometimes to wear yourself out streaming is one of the only ways.

People got quite use to the late night streams you two did.

And you two didnt really let people know what time it was there.

But if ranboo wasnt having one of those nights and you were you better bet he's dragging you away from the coffee and energy drinks.

He's forced you to bed, carrying you over his shoulder and tossed on the bed harshly.

Then he just plops down right next to you.

"Ranboo. I'm not tired."-(y/n)

"You havent slept in three days, your running on coffee and an oreo. So you're either laying down and sleeping or just laying down."-ranboo

His arms forced you to the bed. If you have to go to the bathroom he's following you.

He's tempted to toss out all coffee and energy drinks.

But his parents drink the coffee in the morning and you have already drank all the energy drinks.

If the insomnia isn't that bad then he'll have you lay on his chest and rub your back.

He talked soft and hummed lightly as he tried to put you to sleep.

It worked sometimes.

But sometimes is doesn't.

So he's found that if your having a really bad case of insomnia the best way to help you sleep is a dose of melatonin.

"(Y/n) it's to the point I have to basically drug you to sleep. Please go at least a week with out the coffee or energy drinks."-ranboo

"I literally cant sleep. The coffee and energy drinks help me focus."-(y/n)

If you refuse to take the pill/gummy he's drugging your water with it.

And after a long ass nap all you could do was thank him honestly.

But even the melatonin doesnt work sometimes.

So on those nights were nothing works he's streaming with you and if by some blessing you get tired he's quick to offer you sleeping in his arms to help you fall asleep and stay asleep.

In all this tall child is quite helpful on getting you to sleep.

Be it from means of holding you hostage to literally forcing some kind of melatonin down your throat, he's there to help you and is willing to go all night talking to you or take naps during the day.

What ever makes you feel the best he is willing to help you how ever he can.

Tubbo

He knows what it's like to have little bursts of insomnia but he cant imagines what it is like to have them constantly.

But he does keep an emergency stash for one of those nights were no matter what you have the energy drinks and coffee.

Water bottles, heated blankets for cold nights, thin blankets for hot nights, a large playlist to knock out for the night, and teas that dont have caffeine. But you dont know that.

Some teas were actually there to help you fall asleep.

He remembers falling asleep once and waking up to see you are still awake. You've been binge playing some games.

Streaming late in the night. He would try to stream as well but he would end before you did and fall asleep head on your lap.

"(Y/n) come and sleep it's late and I'm tired." Your chat low key told you to go to bed. The they started leaving and saying bye.

That's when you ended and laid in the bed with tubbo.

He is literally like a cat. He can touch you b it if you touch him he will punt you in the sky.

The only differance is when he's half asleep. Then he might give you a few hugs and lay in your lap.

The only time you really touch him is when you crash and fall asleep on his lap, chest, or shoulder.

"Imma sleep."

You fall into the closest part of him and you're out like a light.

Once your crashed it doesn't matter.

You once got a bloody nose because you whacked his shoulder.

Tubbo felt so bad.

But you felt worse because you got blood on his shirt.

He was more worried about your nose.

He told you how to make it up was to take a nap with him.

It was weird. Sleeping during to day then him forcing you to sleep at night too.

For once you got more sleep then four hours and it was thanks to tubbo.

Technoblade

Okay.

Hear me out.

He reads you to sleep and only sleeps when you sleep.

You're forced on his chest, a blanket weighted or not, and his body heat.

Just listening to him speak and the small rubbing on your back.

He's honestly the best when it comes to putting you to sleep.

He doesn't feel safe with sleeping when you arent.

He low key drags you away from the coffee, your games, when you stream he sets a timer and forces you to end so he can finish the book you two were reading.

It honestly started when you 'slept' over once.

The first night you were unable to sleep. Techno took a notice to this and on the second night he pulled you down and tossed a blanket over you.

You two spoke for hours and somehow you passed out to him telling you a story.

When he noticed this he got a book and decided that you two should try this.

When it worked slightly he continued it.

Doubt it was less then the recommended time he was still happy you were getting any sleep at all.

If by some medical you got tired when he was streaming he would maneuver around in the game not to die and you somehow get comfortable onto his lap and body.

You watch him not falling asleep for a ling time. And when you do he's ending stream and realizing he cant move because you're a light sleeper with insomnia.

She he sits there putting on some soft music as he starts humming and lightly rereading the first part of the book so you would stay asleep.

But last say nothing is working at all.

He lost his voice lightly, and you ended up getting the coffee and energy drinks.

You two were both up all night farming potatoes and carrots in minecraft.

He took a small nap but woke up when his potatoes were completely done.

You did mess with him and planted a few carrots in one of his farms.

You both drank alot of coffee and energy drinks to stay up for the rest of the day.

If you dont fully crash the next night techno will lightly read you to sleep.

"Did you know icarus, the kind with the wax wings knew that he was going to die. He embraced it to him it was a beauty." His voice made you fully relax and he literally rubs your back until you're fully asleep.

You two wouldnt have it any other way though.

Father! Philza

He knew from the instant he woke up you hadn't slept.

He saw the bags under your eyes and the many used coffee filters.

His house any minor cant drink energy drinks. But coffee is allowed.

He stayed up the next night listening in on your stream and watching you play a very bloody and gory game.

But he knew you weren't fazed.

He continued to listen in.

"You know. I havent been able to sleep lately. Honestly I dont know why." Your voice was soft and full of confusion.

"I mean there's nothing that's stopping me. My beds right behind me, everything freshly washed. But I just cant sleep." It seemed you chat was telling you to please sleep.

"Its not that I dont want to sleep chat. Believe me. I want too but my body wont let me. I've tried nearly everything. Rearranging my room, cleaning it, washing my covers, reading, not having electronics near my bed. But I sit up for hours." Phil knew what this was and how it felt. He had this when he was young.

So he donated, "try taking some melatonin, if that doesn't work well book you a doctors appointment for this." The automated voice spoke.

"Dad? What are you doing up so late. You should be asleep." You heard light footsteps. Then a small knock and the door opened.

Phil had just walked in, a pill in his hand.

"Chewable. Its strawberry." Moving you mic away you popped it into your mouth chewing lightly.

"I'm going to pull up your extra chair and stay here alright?" You gave a nod and continued on gears 3. Your chat was going crazy on hearing Phil's voice.

And as a faceless streamer it was so hard to not let your chat look at your father.

Sadly the melatonin didnt work and you went to co op campaign with your father.

You two were streaming all night. And Momza wasn't happy.

Phil was kind of tired and you looked kinda like death.

But when phil explained to her in private she understood and started to call you doctors office.

It was extremely lucky when she did. Cause someone just canceled their appointment at 5pm. And they were fully willing to squeeze you in.

Especially after the complaint.

Let's just say they gave you something to help you sleep. And surprisingly it worked.

You took it about 10 you passed out at 11. You were out cold.

You never did tell them that you were having this issue for almost a year. If they knew then they would have been very, and I mean very, upset.

When you told your stream about it they were happy you were getting a healthier amount of sleep.

And you can play your games a bit louder now. And with the help of tommy, wilbur, tubbo, or even your father.

I apologize if this isnt what you wanted with this ask but it's what I kind of gathered. Because my brain isnt the best with certain things.

But thank you for the request. And I am sorry it took so long. I'm just a bit slow at times. ;)

Hope that you enjoyed and have a nice day.

Eli out.

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