#c!Quackity in Manberg just fucking breaks me...

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GOD- c!Quackity in marnberg- Quackity in Manberg-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You don't get it!!!!! It's that he was in love- head over heels for L'manburg and infatuated with his husband- but he wasn't just some naïve lovestruck dummy he was resentful- he was vice president- and so when those harsh eyes weren't on him he'd go behind his back and do those little rebellions and curse out his name- but fuck the second they were back on him- it melted away and he'd go from spitting threats to cheering promises that he can make it better- he can make this better- because god when it's good it's so nice and giving up means losing that- all of it- his love, his job, his home, his future- and the good always makes all the bad feel so worth it in the moment- but it didn't matter how much he cared because it got worse and worse right in front of him- and as much as he wanted so desperately too he was never given a chance to fix it- not with those eyes on him- and love mixed with fear- and GOD- JUST ALL OF IT- THE RESENT AND THE LOVE AND THE FEAR-

It all lead up to that moment in the White House... love, fear, and resentment... and resentment won and thank fucking god it did... but-

Even when he had enough he still thought about going back- if it wasn't for c!Tommy he would've gone back- because he was scared, both of c!Schlatt but also being alone- because he didn't want to give up and run away- because he still loved it despite all the bad- he would've gone back-

#okay all of this is to say that- when it comes to portraying c!Quackity in Manberg #you have to remember he was both so in love but also so annoyed- and that's so fucking important- #he'd go from being so heated and furious at his husband to joking around with him the next day- like nothing had happened- #its the fucking mixture of being so fucking done and knowing you deserve better but god... all the nice moments... #it makes you forget how bad it is and how painful it is #and it eats away at you... god- you don't see it immediately but- #c!Quackity post Manberg...... he's never gonna be that optimistic 19 year old jokester ever again #he lives through it but god... it rots you... #c!Quackity in Manberg just fucking breaks me... #yes I am aware I am talking about c!Q back when he was mostly a goofy little man who'd take off his clothes all the time BUT LIKE- #like..... honest to fucking god the lighthearted moments- the 'silly jokes' that get under his skin (because they're suppose to)... #how casual it is... thats what made it feel so real #( also please do NOT fucking read this as shippy... it's not suppose to be shippy at all... ) #( this isn't romance it's tragedy ) #theres just so much about c!Q in manberg- how it reflects him as a character and the way it captures the situation so much- #emotional and verbal abuse rot you inside out and you dont even notice it until you leave

[ilici]

bunny girl.

Side note: when you request make sure you put if you want anon or not, but for now i’m going to mark out just in case you forget to make yourself anon.

C!Jschlatt

Summary: You’ve been openly teasingly Schlatt in public, and he gets tired of it.

NSFW MINORS DNI. 

Warnings: Humiliation, degrading

Word Count: 1403

Y/N was following in behind Schlatt, as she looked at the ground beneath her boringly. Being Schlatt’s fiancé had it’s perks, but it also had it’s flaws. You could order people around, do whatever you wanted, but you hardly ever got to see Schlatt. Now here they were, walking to yet again, another meeting. This was the third meeting today, and Y/N was growing tired of it. She didn’t like the fact that Schlatt had been ignoring her when she kept trying to get his attention. “Y/N you okay?” Fundy asked, and Y/N looked up and nodded her head. “Yeah, I am okay.” She said, and Schlatt glanced at her before going back to his conversation with Quackity.

They were discussing something about Dream helping them, and she blanked out after that. She ignored their words, and kept her attention on Schlatt’s thigh. The way he kept flexing and unflexing it when he would move around to prove a point. She slowly reached her hand over, and placed her hand on his now flexed thigh. “S-so maybe D-Dream can help.” He fumbled over his words when he felt her hand on his thigh. Looking down, he grabbed her wrist, squeezing it as a warning before he moved it off of his thigh. Y/N pouted at this, and looked up at Fundy, the one person she was close with. He knew how she felt with the whole Schlatt situation, and he instantly shook his head.

“Don’t you do it.” He mouthed, and Y/N looked away innocently, “Alright, I will go talk with Dream.” Tubbo said getting up and leaving. This left: Schlatt, Fundy, Quackity, and Y/N in the room. “Fundy do you think you could go and try and find Tommy and Wilbur for me?” Schlatt asked, and Fundy nodded his head. “Yes I can.” He said, “When would you like me to do that?” He asked, and Schlatt was about to answer until he noticed Y/N’s hand sink down into her pants. Fundy knew what was going on, and he sighed as he knew he warned her not to do it. “Schlatt? Fundy asked you a question.” Y/N spoke up, breaking Schlatt from his stare. Looking up, he took in a deep breath to compose himself, “You can go once me and Quackity decide what we will do with them.” He explained, before he heard a sharp breath from Y/N. 

Looking over slightly, he saw she was now full on touching herself. She made sure she looked like nothing was happening, she kept a straight face the entire time. “Schlatt? You okay bud?” Quackity asked, for the third time, so he softly shook his shoulder. “Schlatt?” He asked, and Schlatt looked over at Quackity. “Yeah I am fine, we are going to cut this meeting short. I am a bit tired from all these meetings.” He said, and Fundy tried to hold back a laugh as he knew Y/N won the little battle. Y/N pulled her hand away from herself and looked at Schlatt innocently, “You do look tired, I’ll stay here and let you rest.” She said, and Schlatt instantly glared. “I’d prefer if you came with me. It would help me sleep better.” He said, and grabbed her wrist dragging her out.

Fundy just waved at her simply, mouthing a quick ‘good luck’ to her. “What the hell?” Quackity said, looking over at Fundy for any clues, and Fundy just shrugged, “Maybe he has sleeping problems?” Fundy said, and Quackity rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Right.” He said, and sat back down, sighing. Schlatt on the other hand had a death grip on Y/N’s wrist, dragging her to his office. “If you’re gonna pull a stunt like that and act like a slut in front of people, you got your wish.” He growled, throwing her on his couch, and forcefully opened his closet. “I was going to keep this for just us when the time was right, but you just had to turn around and be a little whore.” He said walking over to her, “Put this on, and if I hear one complaint, that cute little ass of yours is going to be purple and blue. Got it?” He said, and Y/N quickly nodded grabbing the maid outfit.

Walking over to the bathroom, Schlatt grabbed her arm, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? If you can touch yourself in public then you can change in front of me like the slut you are.” He said roughly pulling her back, and Y/N whined, and shifted awkwardly under his intense stare. Slowly she undressed, and slowly put on the maid outfit, “Don’t you dare forget the fucking bunny ears.” He said, and she reluctantly put the bunny headband on her head. “Where did you even get this?” Y/N mumbled, her whole confidence gone. Schlatt chuckled, and looked at her, “I know some people.” He said, motioning for her to twirl. Sighing, she slowly twirled, making the skirt rise up a bit. “Here’s what you are going to do, you are going to wear this outfit while I fuck the shit out of you, got that?” He said, and Y/N nodded her head, “You weren’t fucking shy ten minutes ago, use your words you slut.” He yelled, and Y/N bit her bottom lip.

“Yes sir.” She said loud and clear, and Schlatt smirked. “Get on your hands and knees now.” He demanded, and Y/N did so, getting comfortable on the couch, “Ass up more.” He said, forcefully grabbing her hips pulling her ass up more. Moving the skirt of the dress up, he roughly smacked her ass, causing Y/N to yelp. Not wasting any time, Schlatt pulled down Y/N’s underwear, and her quickly undid his tie, putting it around her neck to use as a leash. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, he pulled his underwear and pants down in one go together. Grabbing her hips, he aligned himself, moving one hand up he grabbed the tie and pulled on it making Y/N lean back a bit. Slamming into her without a warning, caused her to scream out in both pain and pleasure. “Holy fuck Schlatt!” She yelled out, and Schlatt ‘tsked’ “Watch that pretty mouth of yours.” He said, spanking her once again, snapping his hips against hers repeatedly. “You think you can pull the shit you did in there, and get away with it? Don’t think I didn’t notice you flirting with Fundy to try and make me jealous.” He said, as he picked up the pace, Y/N’s moans being the only reply. 

“You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girl’s get punished.” He said, and Y/N whimpered, the pleasure being overwhelming since they’ve never had sex like this. Hearing a knock on the door, Dream’s voice was muffled from the door, “Schlatt are you in there?” He asked, and Schlatt smirked pulling Y/N up by the tie, whispering in her ear. “You like the idea of being caught don’t you? Is that why you were touching yourself in public?” He asked, now ramming into her, so she would, “Let him hear you, let him know who is fucking you.” He said before roughly throwing her back down, going deeper than he already was. “Fuck! Schlatt I’m close!” She choked out, in between moans and sobs. Dream, froze, and slowly turned around, “I’ll come back another time then.” He yelled walking out. Schlatt chuckled and continued, before his movements became slower, and sloppier as he was growing close. Y/N was now nearing her fourth orgasm, “Did you hear that? You little cumdump, everyone will know who you belong to.” He groaned out, feeling himself cum deep inside of her as she finally hit her fourth orgasm. 

Riding out their highs, Schlatt pulled out and laid fell back onto the couch, while Y/N fell foward. Schlatt got a great view of his cum leaking out of her, and he bit his bottom lip. “You can clean yourself up maid.” He said, and Y/N whined, getting up and cleaned herself while Schlatt cleaned himself as well. “You are to wear that around Manberg for the rest of the day. Be the Bunnygirl that you are and work.” He said, shoving her out of his office.

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp #manberg #jschlatt smut

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andromeda

(vignettes cut from cottages of constellations; can be read as a one-shot)

c!wilbur x reader

summary: a series of memories from y/n’s perspective; the war, the death, the stars, the secret, and the meeting.

warnings: fluff, angst, violence, war themes, bad mental health situations, death, language, manipulation

a/n: this is basically a bunch of scrapped ideas from cottages of constellations that i shoved together bc i already had them written and have been hitting a writer’s block with pt 3. the only part of this you should regard as “canon” is the syndicate vignette, that will be in pt 3. enjoy!!

Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets.

That was not something unknown by any, not a surprise to some. The two seemed to have words unspoken, existing between the glance of an eye or a brush of a hand, a nod of a head and a ever so soft sigh. Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets to themselves and themselves only.

The cottage was one. A secret kept along a peaceful riverbank, until the price of TNT seemed higher than that forgotten paradise. There were some other secrets too. Some inconsequential, some almost burdening.

Y/n and Wilbur kept a secret they chose to not share with anyone. A secret that would be for the best if left unsaid.

But the price of freedom would prove higher and more demanding. The price for a tall brunette man to whisper the words into an enemy’s ear, for the enemy to relay it to someone who was once deemed an old friend.

The moment Schlatt spoke the secret out loud to Y/n with threatening intent, everything came crashing to the ground.

It was a secret Schlatt would die with.

—

The War…

Y/n arrived as the sun rose at dawn.

Wilbur was there to meet her, his uniform jacket unbuttoned messily and his cravat askew. As she approached him closer he smiled softly, but the smile was tired, aching, the light in his eyes dimmed by the bags beneath them.

What was the saying, “winning is easy, governing is harder”?

Y/n feared both feats were insurmountably difficult.

“Hello, love.” Wilbur sighed, striding the distance of Y/n’s approach and pulling her into his arms, holding her like a lifeline.

“Hey Wil, it’s okay, I’m here.” Y/n reassured.

He pulled away with a less tight smile, wrapping his fingers around her own, pulling her towards the majestic walls.

“Y/n L/n, welcome to L’manburg.”

And L’manburg was small, and undeveloped, and nothing quite impressive really. But it was her lover’s nation, and to Y/n it looked like a spectacle of heaven. “It’s wonderful.”

Wilbur led her into the camaravan, where battle plans and declarations had been hung and placed about, with an occasional empty bottle or a misplaced piece of weaponry.

Y/n had fought in wars before, in another life, far from this server. She had played the part of diplomat, of ally, of enemy. It was all a language familiar to her like breathing, and she suspected Wilbur was well aware, why else would he write begging her to join the front lines?

She hummed in thought, running her hands over a tabletop. “When’s the next battle, then?”

“Tomorrow.” Wilbur replied simply.

Y/n nodded. “Okay. Where do we start?”

Wilbur smiled once more.

—

The Death…

Y/n struggled against Quackity’s hold, screaming her throat raw. “YOU KILLED HIM!”

Smoke from the firework barrage still lingered on the execution box, Schlatt turning from his podium to Y/n. He smirked. “Y/n, my dear, he was a traitor. You know what happens to traitors.”

Y/n spat at his feet, the man laughing. “That’s cute. Remember Y/n, I hold all the cards in my hands. You don’t want to step out of line, remember? Who knows what secrets could get spilled.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Y/n glared, her eyes like fire as the two stood off against each other on the podium under Manberg’s watching eyes. “Because I am going to fucking kill you before you even think about it.”

Schlatt laughed loudly again, facing the crowd. “Do you hear that, folks? Miss Y/n is going to kill me!” He lowered his voice, leaning so he was face to face with her. “That’s treason, my friends.”

Y/n hardened her eyes, as Quackity let her arms go. She stepped forwards, her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Everything was quiet, not the crowd’s jabs or cries were heard by her, not even Niki’s protests to spare her best friend.

Schlatt smiled, unsheathing his own sword as Y/n stood her ground, preparing to produce her own in hopes of taking down the tyrannical man once and for all.

“These were not the ideals of L’manberg.” Y/n shouted so the audience could hear her. “And Manberg should be no different. And I’m getting really fucking tired of you hurting everyone and everything I love. So yeah, I’m a traitor, because I value people over a country.”

“People you’d be willing to lose a life for?” Schlatt jeered.

“Time and time again, yes.” She verified.

Schlatt shook his head in amusement. “Y/n, the patron saint of L’manberg. You’ll fall as easily as any man.”

Y/n smirked, drawing her own sword. “Good thing I’m not a man then, yes?”

“STOP! Stop!”

The two adversaries’ heads whipped over, catching the glimpse of a tall brunette in a brown trench coat walking down the aisle of seats, hands out in a preventative gesture. “Stop.”

“Wil…?” The man who left her behind. The man who promised safety. The man who most importantly, loves her. The former President, to protect his former First Lady.

Schlatt’s sword ran through Y/n’s body. Wilbur screamed.

The girl gasped, grasping Schlatt’s shoulder’s with tight fingers, looking at him in shock. He had gotten the upper hand. Y/n had never lost a duel, yet this one was over before it had even started because she did the one thing she had been trained to never do in battle.

Y/n found distraction in a lover.

Wilbur would always be her hubris.

Schlatt leaned over with booze-tainted breath to whisper in her ear. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He then ripped the sword out of her, and everything went black. The last thing Y/n heard before waking up laying in the soft grass of a forest was the sound of Wilbur shouting her name.

Y/n was killed by JSchlatt

—

The Stars…

Long ago, in a world different from where she was now, Y/n’s mother had taught her every constellation strewn across the night sky. The young girl would marvel at her mother, eyes shining with curiosity and awe as the soft-spoken woman would point to each cluster of stars.

Life was simple then, before war after war Y/n was forced to fight and win. Before aching loss and hurt.

Y/n laid on the angled roof of Philza’s house, her lips parted slightly as her eyes traced designs of warriors and beasts and lovers. Her breath fogged into the night sky, the girl indifferent to the cold surrounding her.

“Kid, what’re ya doin’?”

She flicked her eyes down to where Technoblade stood beneath her, staring up at her form with disinterest but yet a glint of confusion or curiosity.

Y/n smirked, her eyes traveling back up to the sky. “Chasing constellations.”

Technoblade definitely had the right idea to be a tint worried at the sight of Y/n on a roof, staring off into nothing. It had been a week and a half since they had both blown up New L’manberg, and her mind was undoubtedly conflicted. Techno supposed if he were in the same situation, he’d feel the same perhaps. But now (though he’d never show it) he was just concerned of the well-being of his old friend.

So Technoblade was immensely surprised when Y/n patted a spot on the roof next to her and said: “cmon”.

The blood god was silent and still for a moment before pulling out his trident, using it to launch himself up and land gracefully onto the roof next to her. The girl didn’t flinch a bit, just turned back to the night sky.

Y/n looked tired, Techno noticed, but yet relieved. He hadn’t seen her this relaxed since their last war fought together away from this server, where she had spoken of a kindhearted brunette she was running away with after the battle’s conclusion.

Technoblade sat next to her, the girl sighing. “No more wars, Techno. I’ve fought my last one. I’m tired of being a pawn in someone’s game, of breaking myself for others.” Y/n huffed out a laugh. “I think I might try that retirement plan.”

“Retirement is overrated.” Technoblade groaned. “So if I made you an offer, you’d refuse?”

Y/n shrugged, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her kneecaps. “Depends on the offer. I’m pretty done being taken advantage of.”

Techno turned to look at her. “All these years and you don’t trust the proof I wouldn’t.”

“Can’t blame a girl for having trust issues.” She grumbled. “What’s the offer?”

“I’m putting together a group of people with common ideals. Anarchy, we’d be there to abolish these kingdoms’ governments before they can cause more death and destruction, cause more Wilburs.” Techno explained, the girl turning to him at the sound of her ex-lover’s name. “We’re called the Syndicate.”

Y/n murmured the name to herself, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s we?”

“Philza and I. Zephyrus and Prostileus. And, potentially, you.” He stated. “Codenames.”

She turned back to the stars, silent for a few minutes. Technoblade patiently sat in the quiet, letting the girl mull over her thoughts. It had been about five minutes when he spoke up. “So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n pursed her lips, before parting them with a soft exhale. “Andromeda… call me Andromeda.”

Technoblade smiled at his old comrade in battle, now considered an ally and friend.

“Welcome to the Syndicate, Andromeda.”

—

The Secret…

Y/n wasn’t sure how long she had sat in the makeshift cell. Had it been days? Weeks? She didn’t know. All she knew was locked away to stand trial for “aiding fugitives in escaping”.

Her thoughts drifted to Wilbur, as they usually did in moments like these, where she fought desperately to remember the sound of his laughter or his loving assurances. Y/n hoped he and Tommy were safe, and she knew they were smart so they would be.

But she feared for Fundy as well. They had spoken on the night he announced his campaign for president, their hushed voices behind the podium as the rest of the server were asleep.

Y/n met the boy in the shadows of the podium, Fundy looking at her for some kind of reaction. Would she shout in anger? Cry in sadness? Running against his father was a betrayal, he should be reprimanded by the closest thing to a mother he had.

Instead, she smiled, and hugged him.

Fundy tensed in surprise before wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder as his hands clutched the back of her jacket.

“You know I have to support and stand by your father,” she started, softly rubbing small circles into Fundy’s back. “but it will never overshadow how proud I am of you.”

“Thank you, mama.” He sighed out, Y/n smiling kindly.

“You are my pride and you are my joy, Fundy. There’s nothing you could do that could make me love you less. Don’t forget that, okay?” Y/n asked.

Fundy nodded his head against his mother figure’s shoulder, still embracing her.

He missed the tears in her eyes as she bit her lip to keep her walls up. Indulging in this moment wasn’t something she was deserving of, and she knew that.

She had chosen to forego this path, it would be unfair of her to try and act as though she hadn’t changed everything.

The door to empty room creaked open, Y/n looking up to meet the eyes of a man she had once thought of as an old friend, but now some who repulsed her more than anything on this server. The man smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Y/n. Long time, no see.”

“Schlatt.” The name sounded like venom on her tongue, Y/n glaring at the man with dark eyes.

“How are you, hm?” Schlatt pulled a chair over for him to sit on, Y/n scoffing in disbelief.

“I don’t know Schlatt, you tell me. What the fuck is wrong with you, you were our friend!” She shouted.

Schlatt sat back in his hair. “I’m no one’s friend here. I’m a president here to run this country.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, the man smirking.

“I want you to join me.”

That made the girl start to laugh, shaking her head. “You are something else, Schlatt.”

“I’m serious, I want you to join me and Manberg.” Schlatt deadpanned.

“Fuck off.” was Y/n’s reply.

Schlatt sighed, standing from where he sat, and paced to another side of the room. “Tell me, does your little lover boy have an infatuation with TNT?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Not that I’m aware, and if I was I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair enough.” Schlatt said, his footsteps clacking against stone as he further paced. “Well, he recently made some deals with the devil and came into possession of a lot of fucking TNT. You wanna know what he traded for that much power? Secrets.”

She stiffened, eyeing Schlatt warily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Secrets?”

Schlatt hummed, grinning. “Oh yeah. Loads of ‘em. I’m a chronic eavesdropper, so I had to get the scoop. And you’ll never guess what I heard.”

Y/n stood slowly, like an animal bracing for a fight, her fists shaking. She uttered the man’s name in warning, Schlatt stopping and turning to her with a wicked grin.

“You have a child.”

It felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, Y/n momentarily forgetting how to breathe. Her mouth felt dry, her body numb. Schlatt laughed, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

“Fundy’s actually your son! Biologically and everything! And you never told him, you just left!” Schlatt exclaimed.

Y/n burst forwards, slamming Schlatt against the wall and lodging her forearm across his throat. She spoke with a low, dangerous voice. “I was young. I was stupid. And I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I couldn’t be the mother he needed.”

“So you left. And then you come back and you play the part of his mother, while the poor boy thinks your lover fucked a fish? That’s fucked up, Y/n.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n pursed her lips, glaring into Schlatt’s eyes. “What do you want?”

Schlatt slowly removed Y/n’s forearm from his throat. “I want you to join me as one of my officials. I want you to betray Wilbur and Tommy. And if you don’t…”

“… I tell Fundy your big secret… and then I personally kill him until he’s dead.”

Y/n felt completely and absolutely defeated. She had never let someone have the upper hand on her. Not like this. She remained distraughtly silent, Schlatt nodding Ashe received his answer.

He reached into his pocket, throwing her comm device onto the floor. “Lover boy’s been trying to call you for weeks. You should call him back one last time and tell him to never call again. You know what’s at stake.” Schlatt then turned and walked towards the door. “I’ll have a fine pressed suit for you tomorrow morning and a more comfortable room, then the real work begins. Goodnight, Y/n.”

And he was gone.

Y/n fell to her knees, her body shaking with fear and guilt. Why did she have to be so stupid why did she have to create such deep-sewn weaknesses, why did she leave her son?

She reached for the comms device, her trembling fingers clicking a button as she spoke out in a terrified whisper. “Wilbur?”

—

The meeting…

Y/n hated parties with a passion she could not fathom. The celebration of another war won, a country saved. She was just a wandering soldier, moving from one battle to the next, finding celebration a little tone-deaf.

But nonetheless she stood in the banquet hall, her sash of medals and patches detailing her great accomplishments hung on her frame, with the world’s most uncomfortable dress covering her. Technoblade had told Y/n to liven up, drink and dance a little, though what a fucking hypocrite because he didn’t show up.

Y/n sipped her champagne, leaning against the bar top, a bored expression laid across her face as she traced circles into the wood with her finger. She didn’t register the boy standing next to her, eying her with curiosity before he spoke up. “One vodka neat, please.”

She finally indulged to meet his gaze, the tall brunette smiling and offering his hand. “Wilbur Soot.”

Y/n knocked back the rest of her champagne, before shaking his hand. “Y/n L/n.”

“You seem bored, Y/n L/n.” Wilbur observed.

She scoffed. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“So I can tell.” He quipped, Y/n beginning to question the audacity of this kid. But he just smiled widely, pulling a stool and sitting next to her.

“Look, I don’t know what you want, but if it’s getting in my pants tonight it’s definitely not happening.” Y/n bluntly responded.

“Woah there! Take me out to dinner before we discuss that.” Wilbur defended, retrieving his drink from the bartender.

Y/n couldn’t even tell if the man was joking, but she rolled her eyes anyways. He was silent, she could tell he was trying to size her up. Figure out what made her brain tick, how to read her.

Must be frustrating for him to know he can’t.

She sighed, pulling away from the bar top, smoothing out her despised dress. “Well, thanks for the chat Wilbur, but I’d best be going.”

“Of course. Have a good night, Y/n.” Wilbur raised his drink and tipped it towards her in a kind of toasting or saluting gesture. She was a high ranked militia official anyways.

Y/n nodded and walked away, Wilbur watching her as she left. What she didn’t know, was he could read her like an open book. He saw her pain, her guilt, her stone disposition. But he saw her kindness, her generosity, her beauty. Wilbur was intoxicated by the mere presence of her, and her mystery.

Wilbur just had a gut feeling they’d cross paths again. And when they did, maybe in a space she was more comfortable than the loud and cheering party, maybe he’d offer her a drink, or even a dance. The boy slammed his drink on the table before standing, and rushing across the room.

Why wait when you know?

Y/n felt a gentle hand on her wrist, the girl turning to see Wilbur. She raised an eyebrow in question as he released his soft grip, and held his palm flat out in front of her. “May I have this dance.”

She had seen years of pretty boys offering her drinks and dances and the world. Each disappointed, each never following through. But Y/n looked up at Wilbur, and she could see the world in his brown eyes, she could see hope and chivalry and mirth. She pursed her lips, the boy seeming to deflate at her monotone and silent response.

Y/n took his hand, to the boy’s surprise. “One dance. That’s all.”

They danced all night. And laughed all night, more than Y/n had in years.

Y/n had never felt more alive than the night she met Wilbur Soot.

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fucked up an evil that i cant cry about c!quackity with you guys because i just hit post limit but im crying with you all in spirit he is just so... he breaks me :( he's never gonna get to be the happy smiley optimistic jokester he was pre-manberg, to love without fear again that he'll be hurt or it'll be taken from him, he's never gonna get closure with that corpse and it eats him up and leaves him with anger and that hurts since I can kind of relate, like man... he's such a distressing character

CHEWS ON BROKEN GLASS AND LEAVES OFF THE GROUND HES ALWAYS GOIGN TO BE A LITTLE HURT AND SCARED AND HES NEVER GOING TO FULLY GET CLOSURE FOR IT IM UNWELL.

just. something about how he's been hurt so bad and will never be able to fully get closure from that. OUGH

#im going to resurrect cschlatt for the sole purpose of beating him over the head with a frying pan a'la rapunzel from tangled until he dies #another three times and them set his ghost on fire like that bitch from a christmas carol #*then #quackity #:(((( #im so unwell rn

[markets]

helloooo

so this post of mine has been gaining some traction lately and due to popular demand (aka one comment telling me to write it), i actually wrote an essay about it. is it good? probably not lol, but its like 3 double spaced pages long and i actually really like it, so id appreciate it if you checked it out!

 it’ll be under the cut but first i just wanted to clarify some things: this is about their characters on the smp, not them as real people. so just pretend that theres a c! in front of every name i mention lol. also, im still about a month behind on the smp and havent watched every stream, so if anything is inaccurate/not up to date i apologize

              Two Sides of the Same Coin: A Tommy and Tubbo Analysis

      Over the years, many fictional characters have been deemed two sides of the same coin; two things that are closely related regardless of how different they may seem. Tommy and Tubbo fit that description to a tee. Their positive and negative qualities balance each other out perfectly, something that allows them to bring about meaningful change when they’re together but causes chaos to reign when they’re apart, a fact that Dream used to his advantage during the exile arc.

      One of the ways they balance each other out is in their leadership styles. Tommy leads with his heart and tends to let his emotions take control, while Tubbo has been known to lead with his head and make decisions based on logic rather than what he’s feeling at the time. An example of this was when he exiled Tommy to avoid violence and trouble for his country in the long run rather than letting his lifelong friendship with him cloud his judgement. By themselves, anyone who leads with their heart or head alone is bound to run into pitfalls, but being together allows the good qualities of these forms of leadership to shine through and the bad ones to cancel each other out: Tubbo acts as a voice of reason for Tommy and helps him think rationally, while Tommy helps Tubbo lead with more compassion to avoid becoming, in his own words, “the next Schlatt”.

In addition to this, some of their greatest flaws complement each other as well. Tommy is constantly regarded as being too stubborn, emotional, and angry, qualities that made Wilbur believe he would never be president and are the reason why Dream is scared of him. On the other hand, Tubbo is known to be a pushover, a “yes man” who, despite being able to stand his ground sometimes, typically gives in to others too easily. Just like Tommy, this quality made many believe he’d make a horrible president. However, the complementary nature of their friendship allows them to help one another and balance out each other's flaws: Tommy helps Tubbo stand his ground and make decisions for himself, while Tubbo helps Tommy avoid doing anything rash. A great example of this last statement is the aftermath of Tubbo’s execution, when Tommy was angry and started looking for the button to explode Manberg, despite his hesitancy to do so earlier, saying “Where’s the button? They fucked up for the last time”. However, Tubbo put a stop to this by telling him to go with him to Pogtopia.

      There are many more examples of how they balance each other out from the times when they have been together, but even more can be seen when they're apart. Their separation was the root cause of all the chaos that occurred during and directly after the exile arc. Without Tommy and his warnings against becoming “the next Schlatt”,  Quackity was able to take the helm in most major decisions and pressure Tubbo into violent political plans, despite one of the main reasons for exiling Tommy being to avoid violence. Tubbo only stood up to him when he realized one of his plans directly paralleled his execution under Schlatt’s rule. Meanwhile, without Tubbo there to support Tommy, he ended up teaming up with Technoblade, another thing Tubbo sought to avoid with the exile. Tommy’s habit of letting his emotions take over, not to mention his post-exile mental instability, and Technoblade’s penchant for violence and the destruction of L’Manberg proved to be a dangerous combination, since Technoblade not only failed to stop Tommy’s rash behavior but also encouraged it.

      It is highly likely that Dream was not only aware of these facts but also motivated by them. This can be seen many times throughout the exile arc, as well as right before it began. Not only was Tommy’s crime arguably worthy of no more than the originally proposed three week probation, if Dream really wanted to unfairly punish Tommy, there are many arguably worse punishments he could’ve chosen, such as execution, forcing Tommy to give him one of his precious discs (though it’s not likely that Tommy would’ve given in to that easily), or the destruction of L’Manberg. However, Dream likely knew that, by separating Tommy and Tubbo, they would do his work for him and destroy L’Manberg from the inside. After physically separating them by successfully getting Tubbo to exile Tommy, Dream took it upon himself to emotionally separate Tommy from his best friend as much as possible by talking about how much better things were in L’Manberg without him there, breaking his spirit, and feeding him lies, such as the lie about what happened to Tubbo’s compass or his sabotaged beach party.

      In addition, there is a small detail in Dream’s plan that is commonly overlooked: his mention of Technoblade's house. Without looking too much into it, it simply seems like an offhand comment made to perpetuate the idea that Dream was his friend. However, if Dream’s primary goal was to keep Tommy as isolated as possible from everyone else, it would make no sense for him to not only tell him how close by another person lived, but also give him directions to them, even if the person was one of the people Tommy hated the most. From this standpoint, it seems foolish, but it could actually be viewed as one of Dream’s smartest moves. From this, it can be inferred that Dream was not only aware of how destructive a Technoblade and Tommy teamup would be, but also encouraged it. For this same reason, he let Tommy stay in hiding with Technoblade, even after he told Ghostbur he knew he had been there. By doing this, Dream was able to twist Tommy’s volatility and aversion to the rules, the very qualities that made him the only person Dream feared, in his favor.

      For all his flaws, Dream is a smart man, and he was able to realize what many others failed to: Tommy and Tubbo’s bond was the heart and soul of L’Manberg, one of the only things keeping it running. Without them together balancing each other out, they became powerful forces of mostly unintentional chaos and destruction, collapsing the country they loved and playing right into Dream’s hands. They are two sides of the same coin: despite how different they may seem, they are closely related, necessary to each other's ability to flourish, grow, and survive, and cannot be separated.

TL;DR: DO!! NOT!! SEPARATE THEM!!!!!!!!

#if only i put this much effort into my english class lol #angiemarkets.txt #dream smp #dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp!tommy #dsmp!tubbo #mcyt #c!tommy #c!tubbo #technoblade #c!techno #c!technoblade #dream #c!dream #dsmp!dream #tommyinnit #tubbo #tommy and tubbo #analysis #character analysis #angiewrites.txt #clingy duo

[naiadfourone]

Y'know, I was watching old vods from s2 (mostly from the manberg rebellion arc). RP was still lighthearted but same as much depth. Back then they still referred to the fourth wall (i.e streaming, viewers, videos, etc) semi-canon isn't as separate unlike now.

A good example when c!Quackity and c!Tommy ran from c!Schlatt and the man claiming he placed the tnt in Pogtopia, they refer to in-game mechanics. Like i watched Q's vod here:

Tommy: "Big Q, why don't we just kill him?"

Quackity: "he's just gonna fucking respawn."

Starts at 1:04:02

And believe when I could link any vod from that era there will be countless notations. I won't say this is an analysis clearly observation. But it shows the drastic shift of world building when cc!Wilbur stopped writing.

Characters stopped reffering to respawning at all because of the more serious intake of the 3 canon lives system. People stopped refering clip channels clipping them (Wilbur referred to this, I forgot which vod, I think it was the Who are you go away please correct me) in rp because of the fourth wall. Fourth wall or interactive streaming entirely was just gone.

But that got me thinking of the more dsmp citizen possibilities. The most notorious note is the voting back in the Elections with Twitter. Are clip channels like breaking news reports? When Tommy and Tubbo peaked live viewer ship on the disc finally? That wasn't twitch chat, those where the people who's waiting outside the community house and said their final goodbye before they go into battle.

I don't really have a closing statement for this but yeah, I feel like if you take out those indicators it would feel more like the heavy roleplay it is today.

#dream smp #is this even an analysis?? #meh i'm just going to #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #c!quackity #c!tommyinnit #dream smp lore

[alexanderwesker]

Chapters: 143/?

Chapter Title: We Don't Talk About the Sovereign (George's Interlude)

Chapter summary: Dream was his friend and there was that. He had gained George's Loyalty and it would take a lot for it to break

Warnings for this chapter: Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Mentions of Past Torture, Body Horror(because of George's hybrid nature);

Rating: Teen and Up

Category: Gen

Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game); Video Blogging RPF; Dream SMP -Fandom

Relationships: Wilbur Soot &Tommyinnit; Wilbur Soot &Technoblade; Wilbur Soot & c!Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream & Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream & c!Dream; Captain Sparklez & Tubbo; Tommyinnit & Tubbo; Niki|Nihachu & Wilbur Soot; Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson; Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson; TommyInnit & Phil Watson; Phil Watson & c!Philza; Quackity & Wilbur Soot;

Characters: Wilbur Soot; Technoblade; Tommyinnit; c!Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream; c!Dream; Eret; Captain Sparklez; Niki |Nihachu; Phil Watson; C!Philza; Quackity

Additional Tags: 2020 L'Manberg Election on Dream Team SMP; Post-Election Arc; Manberg-Pogtopia War on Dream Team SMP; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Dimension Travel; Real Wilbur ends up in the Dream SMP!Verse; Canon-Typical Violence; Villain Wilbur Soot; Vilbur; Implied/Referenced Child Abuse; Emotional Manipulation; Courtesy of Vilbur; Technoblade Hears Voices ; Immortal Technoblade; Older Sibling Wilbur Soot; Protective Wilbur Soot; cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy aren’t brothers(as we know); but c!Wilbur and c!Tommy are; Wilbur took one look at Vilbur treating badly Tommy and said: ‘Fuck you other me’; War; Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings; they are brothers your honor; c!Wilbur is like ‘Oh… another me’; cc!Wilbur is like ‘Oh fuck… I’m in danger’; Technoblade is like… ‘Uh’; Tommy is like ‘Oh… guess I’ve two older brothers now’; minor acts of terrorism; Insanity; Realistic Minecraft; Permadeath AU; Technoblade isn’t Tommy and Wilbur’s brother but it’s like he is; One-sided Codependency; Developing Friendship; Panic Attacks; Paranoia; Developing Paranoiac thoughts; Worldbuilding; Sorry for the tag wall; Obsessive Behavior; Possessive Behavior; Implied/Referenced Self-Harm; Mild Blood;(is it really Self-Harm if you are doing it on your ‘past-self’?);Villain Clay|Dream; Good Clay|Dream; Good Friend Clay|Dream;(the villain tag is about the character not the cc): Politics; (What do you do when suddenly you are the doppelganger of an Emperor?); Manipulation; Eret is trying his best to be a good King; King Eret; Clay|Dream is Not DreamXD; But he is ‘Blessed’ by the Guardian of the Void; Torture; The One-Sided Codependency? It’s becoming just…; Codependency; Queerplatonic Relatioships; Parent Captain Sparklez; Captain Sparklez is Tubbo’s Parent; Ram-Hybrid Captain Sparklez; c!Philza tags: Angel of Death Phil Watson; Fallen Angel Phil Watson; (Philza is a biblical angel with a human vessel but with wings and a horned halo); Bad Parent Phil Watson ; Immortal Phil Watson; Now for CC!Phil tags: Winged Phil Watson; Avian Phil Watson; Good Parent Phil Watson; Protective Phil Watson; BAMF Phil Watson; CC!Phil is just as immortal as his character because Death is an alternate version of his Wife; Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson;

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