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elmhat · 1 year

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// dsmp rp

A Post-Prison Endersmile Drabble

Dream fell against the wall, but remained determinedly upright. Deep breaths in. Out. He couldn’t pass out, or he could very well end up with a knife in his back.

He didn’t know how long it was since he last used the book—how could he? But it was enough for the sheer force of it to be alien again. The world spun.

In and out.

He straightened his spine, looming tall over the body laid across the stone. Slowly, it blinked, red eye glinting in the firelight, and Ranboo hauled themself up onto their knees.

Then the eye snapped to Dream, and went wide.

Ranboo scrambled back against the wall. “W-Where am I?”

Dream had handpicked the location: a shallow tundra cave, not too far from the Syndicate’s land, just warm and sheltered enough to keep them both alive. Dream shivered anyway.

“What did you do to me?” Ranboo’s eyes flicked between Dream and the exit.

“Relax,” said Dream, and talking was suddenly harder than he remembered. “I'm helping you.”

“What— No, you’re not helping me. Wait— What do you mean?”

And Dream didn’t need to explain himself, but Ranboo had presented an opportunity. “Look. I'll let you go back home, back with— to all your friends. But first, I’m gonna need you to tell me something.”

Ranboo frowned. “Tell you something?”

“I need you… to tell me where you were.”

Ranboo glanced outside. “Well, I-I mean, I, um— I don't even know where I am.” All Dream could see was a blanket of white, but then again, his vision wasn’t wholly reliable.

“Think harder.”

There it was, that fear that Ranboo had always been so terrible at hiding. Good. Fear made Dream’s life easier.

“Um. Well, um— I see we’re in the snow. Uh. I live in— in the snow. On my own.”

Dream shook his head. “You don’t have to— I already know about the Syndicate. Techno and Philza and Nihachu, right? They literally helped me escape. I don't care where you live, that’s not— What I need is for you to tell me where you were, like, five minutes ago.”

Ranboo’s face was an open book: panic to contemplation to panic again. “Wait, was I… no, wait, hold on, was I dead?”

“That’s not my question.”

“I'm sorry, I don't— So, wait. You revived me.” Ranboo weighed up the words. “You revived me. You brought me back to life. Which means— Which means I was in limbo. I guess? Is that what you mean? It was just this, um, massive ocean.”

Huh. That wasn’t right.

“What kind of ocean?”

Ranboo’s eyes narrowed. “I mean, why do you want to know?”

“What kind of ocean, Ranboo.”

They flinched. Privately, Dream smirked.

“It— Well, there was just water everywhere. That was all I could see. And I think… yeah, there was this tiny island I was on. Like, really tiny. I was just. Stuck there.”

Ranboo had died by Sam’s blade; Dream wouldn’t soon forget it. But, in Dream’s experience, that kind of death didn’t result in an ocean limbo. It could relate to the prison’s location, he supposed, or to Ranboo’s terror of the burning water.

Whatever the reason, it needed research. Dream wished he could ask Ranboo to accompany him. He would just have to test it himself by the prison’s entrance.

“Are you going to let me go?” asked Ranboo.

Dream cringed as he shifted his weight, then cringed again at the slip—it was too dangerous to let Ranboo see the state he was in. “Head south, you'll reach Techno. He should be pretty easy to find.”

Ranboo gawked. “Oh! Um. Thanks! And, I guess, thanks for reviving me.”

Flames glinted off of netherite; the sword was still within Dream’s reach. No one had come for him, as of yet, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe it would last.

“Just tell Techno we’re even.”

#Shut Up I know this is random #I just wish we had more from these two #c!dream #c!ranboo #c!endersmile #endersmile #dreblr #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fic #dsmp writing #drabbles #my writing

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 10 months

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uhhh I kinda went crazy with this. might edit it for ao3 in the morrow bc I love it that much. the allium duo joint exile fic

tw: abuse, kidnapping, injuries, suicidal ideation, self hate, manipulation, brainwashing, vomiting, ableism (either unintentional or solely as a manipulation tool), mutilation, starvation, possessive behaviour, obsession, threats

it's raining, when they’re exiled.

ranboo has his suit jacket pulled over his head and when droplets slip through to the tips of his claws he hisses and jitters. sometimes, it looks like he'll almost disappear and reappear, like the endermen he so resembled, but instead he falls to the ground with a pained screech, the calves of his feet burning on impact with the sodden ground where his skirt isn’t long enough to protect.

still gripping painfully onto tommy's arm, dream slowly walks back to where he fell, and hits him with the butt of his axe. the screech of pain is distorted, almost otherworldly, and it’d be terrifying if it wasn’t so fucking sad.

“get up,” he hisses. “or i'll fucking kill you, and then-“

dream doesn’t have to finish his sentence. shakingly, ranboo gets onto their talons, wincing as they try and match the brutal pace dream immediately sets back on.

(he'd tried to save ranboo. he really had. he'd said it was all him, he lied, but ranboo had confessed, trying to get him out of this mess, and now he was in it too.)

(tommy wants to be sick.)

he’s not quite sure when and why things happen. they’re on a boat at one point, cramped and barely afloat. water sinks in and burns the bottom of ranboo's feet. there’s shouting after that. an explosion. a beach. tommy drags a shaking ranboo under a tree to keep the rain from falling on him. more shouting. more explosions. pain. blood on his collarbone. pain pain pain. blurring vision.

tommy drags himself under the tree and curls up next to ranboo and hopes he'll fucking bleed to death.

——

it rains far too much in logstedshire.

that is what tommy names it, the logs tell him too. they send their messages from the primes. maybe, if he listens, they'll accept him despite his sins.

he doubts it. he doesn’t deserve it.

he dug a den on the first day, for ranboo to hide under, but even the dirt under there grew too damp and after tending to burns all across his face, he'd spent what energy he had left with the aching scars and bruises and gnawing hunger in his gut to hang up a tent. it's only big enough for one of them, but that's okay. tommy doesn’t mind sleeping on the beach.

(it allows him to pretend maybe the tides will come in and he won’t wake up at all).

he pinches himself. dream wouldn’t like him having those thoughts.

honestly, tommy isn't sure what dream likes. it’s not like he and ranboo were stupid enough to break the rules- they’d learnt that painfully over the first week. it just seems like dream always favours the one of them, and who that was switched on a dime. one day, he'd bring ranboo chocolate (watching him like a hawk to prevent him giving any of it to tommy) and hit tommy for daring to look at him. another, he'd spend all day hanging out with tommy and shout at ranboo until he cried when he so much as said a word.

it was easy to resent ranboo, sometimes. when he got hugs and gifts and food and got to spend the day playing around instead of being forced to mine. but tommy remembers the times where dream extended that kindness to him and remembered how awful it made him feel when ranboo was being treated like shit. it was almost worse.

he just tries harder to be good. if he's good maybe he'll be able to get dream to stop. if dream likes them both maybe everything would be okay.

it never is.

——

when ranboo shows tommy his memory book for the first time, he really is sick.

which is annoying, because he'd only had scraps ranboo had hidden today, but fuck. it was bad.

tommy could recognise dream's handwriting from a mile away. even if he couldn’t, the pages blatantly ripped out would give the game away, along with what was in the book.

“my name is ranboo,” the first line read. “my home is logstedshire. my best friend dream keeps me and my friend tommy safe here. l'manberg kicked us out so dream is helping. if we follow dream's rules to protect us everything will be okay…”

ranboo rubs tommy's back, as gently as they can. “are you okay? are you sick? i'll ask dream for a potion.”

tommy shakes his head weakly. “no, it's…”

he can’t fucking break this spell for ranboo, though. his throat dries up when he tries. ranboo was always the happier of the two, excited in a way that was almost funny in each passing day. it was like ranboo had become the loud, excitable one and tommy had grown quieter and more distant.

and this was why. he didn’t have a fucking clue what was wrong, did he? he's happy because he thinks this is safe, thinks this is normal. and maybe it's selfish of tommy but prime he wishes he could live in that fantasy land where he doesn’t know it’s not normal for your best friend to hit you and starve you and never explain why. at least one of them should get to live that life.

“nowt. just hungry.”

ranboo furrows his brow in concern. “i'll be good today, then.”

tommy feels sicker at that. dream had started switching from his weird hot and cold game to being… nice. usually. it was weird, at first, but it was alright. dream was a good friend, even if he wasn’t as cool as ranboo. but the thing was, it was even worse when they actually fucked up.

they wouldn’t be hurt at all. dream wouldn’t change a thing with them. it was always the other who bore the full weight. no food, no privileges, any sort of thing they’d earned the right to keep taken away. if it was more serious, then they’d be hit, or shouted at, and dream still sometimes used the axe. they’d be abandoned to tend to themselves and do the tedious work of survival while the one who actually fucked up would have the guilt eat up at them as dream chatted like everything was normal.

ranboo forgot to make armour to destroy yesterday. a grievous enough sin, apparently, that now tommy's still smarting bruises.

he's not stupid. he knows that isn’t right. he likes dream, it’s better to have him as a friend than a jail or and he was pretty sure he was trying to help, but what dream does to them isn't okay.

but ranboo doesn’t need fo be burdened by that knowledge. they, at least, deserve happiness, even if it is fake.

——

ranboo moans in pain as tommy finishes up bandaging the stumps where his tails once lay.

he can still smell the enchantment on dream's axe, hanging in the air like pollen. it almost drowns out the stench of blood and the ash of the ruins around them. he’s not sure which is worse.

it’s all tommy's fault. it has to be. he tried to pretend like he could own things, and he knew ranboo would bear the brunt of that punishment. dream had just done what he always had done.

“it's okay, big man, it’s okay,” tommy tries to soothe, running fingers through the overgrown mop of hair that almost reached down to ranboo's waist. he just flinches more.

tommy just screwed everything up, didn’t he?

a week. that was what dream had said. he'd visit in a week, to watch them. until then, it was all tommy's responsibility to take care of ranboo, and he wasn’t sure he could. there was just so much blood.

he shudders, thinking about what dream will do to him if ranboo dies on them. being without his best friend was bad enough, but dream could make anything worse.

tommy sobs, trying to keep the tears from landing on ranboo's already scarred and tattered skin the best he can. he fails, and the faint smell of burning flesh joins the horrible mix and ranboo lets out another faint moan.

if dream could see him now. he'd always been there to watch over them, and what if when he came back to watch, there was only one of them left?

“well, watch me now,” tommy mumbles to the air. he was meant to be there to watch them.

watch them. watch them. that sits wrong. he's meant to be their friend, right?

“you were only here to watch us.”

tommy mouths it more than speaking it, but it feels like a proclamation. he was only there to watch them. just watch. he wasn’t their friend. he didn’t care about making them better. what he cares about is watching them.

and then what? would he even care if ranboo died?

would he kill him himself?

“ranboo.” tommy hisses. “can you stand?”

“tommy?” ranboo slurs, eyes half open.

“ranboo! fuckin'- this is important, okay?”

“i- i think so-“

“okay, then this is what you’re going to do, big man. there’s a cabin through the snow that way.” tommy points vaguely in the direction of techno's place. “there’s more bandages there than i have. i want you to run there, as fast as you can, and not look back.”

“but-“

“i don’t know how to do this,” tommy admits. “i've dealt with shit before but never like this. if you have those supplies you'll at least have a chance of surviving. now go, before you die.”

“but dream-“

tommy's throat constricts. “i'll explain. he'll understand. he's our friend, right?”

ranboo nods, before stumbling up to his feet, limping across the ruins towards the vague direction of the tundra. tommy whispers a silent prayer to the primes that he’ll make it. that at least one of them will survive.

ranboo deserves it more than him, at least.

——

dream, unfortunately, did not kill tommy. if only he’d be that merciful.

he pretends it’s mercy. he pretends to be concerned and he treats tommy with condescending kindness until he doesn’t. then, tommy sometimes swears he does die, but when he's better dream is even more smothering and the cycle continues.

he’s not stupid. tommy knows why he does it. he wanted two pawns, and if he lost one he'd do anything to keep the other. nothing personal.

it's easier to see it like that, at least. it's hard, sometimes. but it's easier.

dream does not call the room he’s in a cell, but it is. it’s in a prison, and he's locked in most of the day. the baby-blue wallpaper and fuzzy carpet he'd installed hadn’t changed that, nor had swapping out the sparse furniture for a million blankets and decor more suitable for someone half tommy's age. he almost misses the dark obsidian and lava- at least that didn’t treat him like a child.

because even if sixteen was a child- he could admit to that now, because ranboo was certainly just a child- what tommy had gone through had undoubtedly aged him out of that.

they train, sometimes. on days where dream doesn’t panic when tommy has so much as a paper cut, or on days when he's not beating tommy's head into the wall. sometimes, tommy helps repair dream's endless supply of cloaks. sometimes, he cleans blood off of dream's weapons and tries not to think about how it got there.

(sometimes it’s his, and that’s easier.)

dream, in almost paternal tones, calls tommy his protege. under his breath, tommy calls himself a glorified servant.

every day, his thoughts drift to ranboo. his kind smile, the scars that ran jagged lines over his entire body, how absurd he looked in his half-ripped suit and tiara, trying to keep his hair in an orderly braid and failing miserably. dream would help sometimes, if it was a good day. dream insists on braiding tommy's hair the same way now, and tommy almost wonders if he misses him too before he reminds himself that dream does not care for either of them at all, because the alternative is worse.

(either way, it’s clear tommy would be the favourite. dream says as much, saying how thankful he is that tommy is the one that stayed because he was far more fun and ranboo was boring. tommy reminds himself it’s a lie and it makes him feel less sick.)

maybe ranboo is dead. part of him hopes he is. that way, he was free. the primes would surely guide his way, and he'd be granted the happiness he deserved. fuck, even if they didn’t, there couldn’t be anything worse than this.

could there?

——

tommy doesn’t know how long he spends in the prison before dream decides to take him out on his “first mission.”

which is a meeting. of fucking course it is. because tommy’s mission has always to be a glorified page, hasn’t it.

tommy skims his fingers over the waters edge absently as dream rows. maybe they’re leaving the server. maybe if they didn’t tommy could make his own escape. if he sank to the bottom it’d be deep enough no one could save him in time, if he were to jump. and if dream didn't constantly shift from looking at the ocean to tommy, clearly aware of the same possibility.

dream always got so fucking mad if he tried to die and failed, so it was best to make sure that the opportunity wouldn’t fail.

they stop too quickly to have gone far. idly, tommy wonders how far they must be from-

logstedshire.

the ruins lie there, same as always. tommy hadn’t noticed how bloodstained those ruins are until now, red and green.

the skeletal remains of two tails still lay on the floor, undisrupted.

“what the fuck.” tommy says under his breath. “what the fuck.”

“aww, didn’t you like the surprise?” dream laughs, and tommy immediately prepares for the worst. “chill out, i'm kidding. you act like i'm gonna kill you. we're obviously not here for this, we're going to see techno.”

tommy feels an equal amount of hope and fear bloom in his chest at that. techno's cabin was this way. and if it was, then maybe…

suddenly determined, tommy walks as quickly as he can, trying to match dream's confident strides even with the limp in his leg. he can barely feel the humid awfulness of logstedshire shift into the equally awful ice of the tundra, all caught up in his thoughts.

maybe there would be a grave. or maybe ranboo would open the door, or he'd be in the cabin, because surely techno would take him in. he'd be wearing a cleaner suit, and he'd have cut his hair back to shoulder length. they liked it long, actually, so maybe they’d keep it. they’d be smiling, like always, and they’d greet him with a hug. “tommy, it’s been so long!” they’d say. and, he hoped, they’d add “i realised dream was a fucking bitch” and tell techno to punch his lights out.

or maybe there would be no hints at what happened. but tommy can hope, even if he really shouldn’t.

when they get to the house, techno's already standing outside, waiting. “i dunno why you had'ta keep me waitin’ this-“ he says, cutting himself off once his eyes drift to- “tommy?”

“i told you it was important, right?” dream laughs.

“he's dead.”

“prime, no. he's… he wasn’t well, y’know. not in that place. so i found somewhere better for him, and started helping when i couldn’t before.” dream shrugs. “of course, that’d be illegal even though it was the right thing to do, so i kept it quiet. don’t go telling l’manberg, though, or they’ll have my head for not killing him myself or something.”

liar. liar liar liar. tommy wants to scream the truth to the world, but dream wraps his arm around his shoulders tight and squeezes his bruises, a reminder to stay quiet and be good. so he nods.

techno growls. “i knew they were bad, but…”

“it’s okay. i just thought maybe tommy needed a change of scenery, y’know? he's… he's fragile, after everything. he’s not well, y’know, physically or mentally. so he might say some weird stuff, but i knew you'd be able to handle that.”

techno snorted. “yeah, i got my hands full with ranboo-“

“ranboo? ranboo's here?”

he was alive. he is alive. tommy feels more sick than he ever has in his life and he’s not sure if it’s from excitement or fear.

“oh yeah, you two were in exile together, weren’t you? c'mon, he's in the livin-“

tommy pushes himself free of dream's grasp, excited to finally see his friend, practically his brother, again for the first time in- months, maybe. he could never even be sure. time felt like it dragged too long to tell.

bursting through the door, tommy sees them. he won’t miss them for the world. their hair's different, in a ponytail, and they're dressed in much more casual clothes than they’d normally be caught dead in, but he could recognise that face anywhere.

“ranboo!” tommy scoops ranboo into a warm hug, barely noticing how they remain limp. “oh, prime, i missed you so much-“

“do i know you?” ranboo squeaks, and tommy's heart breaks.

“ranboo, it’s me! we were in exile together, remember-“

“i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. but i- i don’t remember a thing.”

oh. of fucking course. because he didn’t have the memory book, he must have forgotten everything by the time he’d healed enough to really be cognisant again. tommy scans his face for the slightest hint of recognition, but there’s none.

tommy must be a fucking bitch, because he bursts into tears then and there.

“i'm sorry! i'm sorry!” ranboo cries out, desperately trying to find a way to salvage the situation, and tommy keeps sobbing. and sobbing, and sobbing. the floor falls underneath him, and he curls up, shaking, like a fucking pussy.

he didn’t even cry this hard when dream was at his worst. but the idea of ranboo not knowing who he was, his only friend, the only person who ever cared for him no longer being able to… it was stupid, but that must be his breaking point, he guesses. like a fucking idiot, that makes him cry harder.

“i'm so so sorry about this,” tommy vaguely hears dream say, “he's not mentally well, is there a spare room i can help him calm down in?”

“yeah, there’s one upstairs.”

tommy barely registers as he's lifted up like a child, carried away from ranboo, but he does when he hears dream whisper harshly in his ear.

“tommy, if you fuck this up i'm never letting you out again. ever. smile and play nice and act like l'manberg ruined your life, or you'll wish i'd let you die.”

tommy nods, still sobbing.

“and dry your eyes. you’re making me look bad. stop acting like an abused puppy, i practically spoil you.”

tommy tries to stop, but the tears refuse to stop, even as he tries to dry them with his hands desperately. dream's voice softens as he ruffles tommy's hair affectionately. “look, i know it’s tough, but this is for you and ranboo, y’know? if i'm able to make things right, you can be friends again. i'll make sure he remembers you, tommy. i know how to fix it, just let me, okay?”

tommy nods, finally managing to go from hysterical tears to a more reasonable level of crying.

“that’s good enough. just smile and pretend everything’s fine, okay? i'll even let you listen to your discs for a while when we get home if you’re good. and remember it’s for ranboo too.”

it hurts tommy's face to force a grin, hurts his heart to try and think of how to pretend to play along with dream's story and throw his home under the bus. but tommy isn’t stupid. he doesn’t believe dream’s bullshit, but he knows what he’s implying. behave and ranboo won’t get hurt.

that, at least, is a comfortingly familiar game to play.

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dreamsclock · 1 year

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FATE'S FAVORITES

a c!endersmile & c!clingyduo superhero / villain fic featuring antivillain syndicate, a doomsday prophecy, and secret identities

CHAPTER ONE / CHAPTER TWO / CHAPTER THREE / CHAPTER FOUR / CHAPTER FIVE / CHAPTER SIX / CHAPTER SEVEN / CHAPTER EIGHT / CHAPTER NINE / CHAPTER TEN (newest)

“The thing about fate is that it can’t be changed,” Tubbo heard Wilbur say to Tommy, more times than he liked to remember, “and if you try, bad things happen.”

Tubbo stared resolutely up at the ceiling, heart thundering.

“Don’t ever get on the wrong side of destiny, Tommy. It won’t treat you kindly.”

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Tubbo has been a lot of things over the years of his life - a son, a villain, a sidekick, a hero: and just for once, he wants to try just being Tubbo. When he meets Ranboo, a nonpowered kid who he instantly takes a shining to, he thinks it might be possible.

But fate doesn’t like to be avoided, and Ranboo is hiding secrets of his own. Things begin to spiral, and it’s not long before Tubbo is racing towards the future while he tries to enjoy the present - and his past is catching up to him more than he’d like to admit.

The clock is ticking closer to Doomsday, and, for the first time, Tubbo realises it might not be possible to outrun his destiny, whether he wants to or not.

[Or, Tubbo is a hero. Ranboo is a villain. Their worlds collide.]

#> fic: fate's favorites #beeduo #c!beeduo #c!endersmile #> sparrow's writing !!

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soulnotseer · 1 year

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we know c!endersmile worked together A Lot VINE BOOM c!Deam's true goal was to make it so no one would die ever and that he didn't want to ever be alone VINE BOOM c!Ranboo's other half is the physical manifestation of the Love his mothers created him with hence his name being Beloved VINE BOOM ew!Ranboo told c!Ranboo they are someone/something that tries to stop conflict and that purpose seemingly aligned with c!Dream's goal enough to work together VINE BOOM ew!Ranboo visited c!Dream daily during the early prison time and so c!Dream wasn't alone VINE BOOM c!Dream went on strike after the visits stopped and mentioned multiple times how ew!Ranboo use to visit and implied they were close only to backtrack VINE BOOM the use of Fallen Down with c!Ranboo has been tied back into its original UT meaning of a guardian figure protecting a child in his finale VINE BOOM the lessons are heavily implied to be from c!Dream and all of them are genuinely good advice on how to stay safe and survive VINE BOOM c!Dream had a similar emotional response to c!Sam explaining his empty logic for killing c!Ranboo as he did for c!Techno's wrongful imprisonment(also his ally/friend) and his own torture VINE BOOM c!Dream told both c!Sam and c!Clingy about ew!Ranboo doing the prison tnt and gave cover-ups/excuses both times that implicated himself to blame rather than ew!Ranboo(same with the community house) VINE BOOM Deadboo and Ghostboo were waiting on a "he" to do something and Deadboo got excited seeing a green guy approach and asked if he was "finally here to bring him back" VINE BOOM both of c!endersmile died taking their secret and close bond to the grave VINE BOOM

#endersmile #c!endersmile #tfw the physical embodiment of love worked w the big bad guy and helped enable awful shit YEESH #its so interesting w this new bit of info but like still checks out in a way yeah #im never getting over them jsyk like i'll die on this hill their dynamic is /pos dammit #c!ranboo #c!dream

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krinue · 2 years

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The secret evils twins

#dream smp #dsmp #c!dream #dream fanart #dsmp dream #dream wastaken #c!ranboo #enderwalk!ranboo #enderwalk #ew!ranboo #endersmile duo #c!endersmile #i fucking love them so much i have so many hcs ab them bihvkh

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dyinginlava · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 1 : A Little Out of the Ordinary

adverse effects | unconventional restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

AO3 link

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He’d planned it out, of course, talked over the designs with Sam, laid the groundwork for his own ‘defeat’ but…

He’d trusted Sam, he had to admit to that at least. A trust that was broken, which stung, but he still had people he could rely on.

Quackity was… different. He’d expected to die, it had been something he’d foreseen and prepared himself for, but what Quackity did couldn’t be prepared for. He was fine though, he just… didn’t think about it much.

No, what wasn’t supposed to happen was seeing Ranboo trapped in a cell when Technoblade came back for him.

Ranboo wasn’t supposed to be in the prison.

Ranboo wasn’t supposed to have a son, a known attachment to be used against him.

Ranboo wasn’t supposed to die, Sam’s sword shining in the centre of his chest as two-toned blood leaked out.

Dream wasn’t supposed to feel grief.

#surprise :D #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fanfiction #c!dream #dreblr #c!ranboo #endersmile #c!endersmile #whumptober #whumptober 2022 #my writing

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eira-writing · 2 years

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One last smile

//TW: Endersmile angst, failed prison escape, this is short and done at 1:00 am might have errors but it is what it is.

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“…OR I WILL KILL RANBOO!” Dream looked back, he was fighting for his life as the alarms of the prison blared in the background and the sounds of the battle got weaker on his ears, all his focus on the slender and forced down figure of the ender-hybrid.

There was shouting, Dream knew that they needed to go, Connor was already so far ahead, Phil was waiting for them in the escape tunnel, everyone present was confused or angry and Ranboo was crying, hurting himself even more as he was arching his spine to the front, surely trying to avoid the blade of the Warden.

“HE DOESN’T CARE I DO!” Yelled Techno at the Warden, Ranboo gave another panicked yelp, he looked at the piglin as if saying sorry, or begging for safety, a purple side glance catched Dream’s eyes and…

There was so much blood, the sound of the creeper’s sword piercing through a thin body, deafening the battlefield, everyone stopped, the world stopped, any and all shouts died down as weapons started to fall to the ground when the soldiers looked in confusion at the scene presented to them.

“Why?” Asked a soft voice in a terrified whisper. Dual toned eyes looking into pained toxic green.

“L-Like I… like I w-will l-let my little b-brother to die” whispered the prisoner back in a weak and bloodied smile, the Warden’s Will Breaker firmly stuck on the little space at his side where the armor wasn’t covering him.

“Take care of them” said Dream, gasping for air in a fruitless attempt to keep breathing “And don’t forget me again” his dying wish barely understandable as he fell down and the world around them warped in madness.

#c!dream #c!ranboo #c!endersmile #eira's writing #dreblr #:3c sorry not sorry #dsmp #i made myself sad with this #failed prison escape

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variablememory · 2 years

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pandora’s blackened cage (both occupied and empty)

Dream & Punz & Ranboo, Dream & Sam || Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Magic & Rituals, Blood Magic, Dream Escapes Prison, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Some Humor, The Revive Book Comes In Clutch, Bloodletting For Profit(?), Oh No It’s Twins, TFW Your Only Friends Really Like The Option Of Murder, The Moral And Existential Quandary Of Cloning Yourself

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Summary: Bitter he may be, Dream has an ace up his sleeve and all the more reason to use it once he’s left alone in his scenic new prison cell-turned-home.

How very interesting that the revive book held more secrets within its pages. Secrets that guarantee him freedom from Pandora’s Vault right under Sam’s too-serious nose. It’s such a shame no one but Punz and Ranboo will know what he’s done until it’s time for the curtain to rise.

It’s a miracle he doesn’t inhale a lungful of water when he drops into the stasis chamber, the temperature difference from the cell a shock to his system. Through his cracked lashes he squints at the blurry white form waiting behind the glass while he waits for the water to cycle out, relieved beyond words at the grounding sight of who can only be Punz. Blessed, wonderful Punz. He wobbles as his boots touch the ground, soaked straight through and feeling more than a little pathetic, like a scraggly wet cat. The second the mechanism unlocks the door he staggers gracelessly out of the chamber, slumping into the largest, warmest, fluffiest towel Punz is already there holding up for him. “You’re the best,” he slurs, starting to crash now that the adrenaline leftover from all his built-up anxiety is petering out. Punz snorts, the barest tremble in his hands as he towels Dream mostly dry, “Yeah? So you’ve said. Maybe you should listen to me more often then, if I am the best.”

Read on ao3.

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impscar · 2 years

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spideran!!!! spiderman!!!! spiderboo!!!!

/r beeduoo!!!!

#fic promo #ranboo #dsmp #tubbo #c!ranboo #c!tubbo #dream #c!dream #endersmile #c!endersmile #beeduo #c!beeduo #spiderman!au #dsmp au #dsmp fix

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kenjo-arts · 2 years

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New fit for the villain, cat hat

#dreamwastaken #c!dream #technoblade #ranboo #punz #rivals duo #endersmile #staged duo #kenjos art #congrats everyone who asked for the cat hat kdsjfælksd

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cgogs · 2 years

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ranboo. ranboo the plan . ranboo-

#i hope i dont wake up and like hate this but TAKE ITTTT #my art #endersmile #c!dream #c!ranboo #dsmp #dream smp #i dont care if the timeline doesnt mstch up i realized i might be wrong like halfway thru and i dont care ok #click for better quality im begging

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catsandgoodbooks · 6 months

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No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

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“Careful, it’s hot.” Philza passed Dream a cup of tea, who took it cautiously. Dream wrapped his hands around the cup; his hands were cold and the cup was warm. It was nice. “It went well, mates?”

“We got everything we wanted done, so I’d say yeah, it did,” Technoblade answered, hanging his cape up on a hook.

Punz scoffed, rolling their eyes. “You don’t say, Technoblade.” They looked back at Phil and Dream. “I mean, he’s dead now and the whole place’s burnt to the ground. It’s taken care of.”

Niki smiled at the two of them brightly. “It’s safe to say we won’t have to worry about them anymore, right?” she asked, sitting down on the couch and narrowly avoiding sitting on Dream’s toes.

“Thanks, guys.” Dream knew they wanted him to say that, and he didn’t want to disappoint them. “Like, that’s great, thank you, but did you have to do that–”

“He hurt you,” Techno interrupted. “Quackity hurt you, and we needed to make sure that he would regret that.”

“Exactly,” Punz acquiesced. “We might not of had to do that, but we fucking wanted to, Dream.” (“My poor monetization,” Techno grumbled.) “He deserved it, and there needs to be consequences sometimes or everyone’s going to be running around doing whatever the hell they want.”

“I can’t speak for everyone here, but I think it’s safe to say that we care about you, and, uh, we don’t like people we care about getting cut up by people we don’t,” Ranboo volunteered from where he was hovering.

(Phil offered Punz a cup of tea as well, and they took it. “Thanks.” The mercenary pulled out a chair and settled down)

“I couldn’t of said it better myself,” Techno agreed, and Ranboo puffed up a little bit at the approval. “We care, Dream. Even if you don’t want to admit it, it’s the truth.”

“Uh-huh.” Niki smiled over at Dream. “We care, and that’s the important thing here. We’re family at this point.”

“You have a point there,” Techno commented. “A very good point.” He glanced over a Dream. “You hear that? You’re never gettin’ rid of us.”

“Nope,” Punz remarked, smiling crookedly. “Not even this ‘until death’ shit. We all know that’s stupid.”

Dream rolled his eyes. “You know that I’m the necromancer here, right? I could just, like, not bring you back.”

(He and Punz still hadn’t told the rest of the Syndicate about the Revival Book situation. They didn’t need to know about it. It would just invite too many questions)

“I think it’s a bit late for that, mate,” Phil told him, smiling faintly. “You wouldn’t still be here if that was actually a possibility.”

“Fine, fine,” Dream compromised. “I’ll stop. I’d totally bring all of you guys back if you died.”

“Good to know. Now I don’t have to worry about losing any of my lives,” Technoblade joked. “I can do as much stupid stuff as I want now.”

Dream glared at him. “That’s not what I said, Techno.”

“It basically is,” Punz responded. “Also, there seems to be a bit of double standard there, you know, considering the fact that you literally locked yourself up in prison.”

Niki grimaced. “Not your greatest moment, was it?”

“Let’s not talk about it right now. Doesn’t matter.” Dream really didn’t want to talk about that right now. (Or ever, really)

“Thanks, I guess.” Dream pulled the blanket tighter around himself. He wanted to just make sure about one thing, but it would be showing vulnerability, opening himself up to admitting that he cared and getting hurt…

“Just checking but…you’re not going to leave, right?”

“Of course not, Dream. You’re one of us now. Yes, yes, I said it chat, you can stop screaming now.” Techno rolled his eyes but sobered up quickly. “You’re family, Dream.”

#whumptober2023 #no.20 #blanket #found family #“you will regret touching them”#dsmp #fic #c!dream #c!techno #c!phil #c!niki #c!punz #c!ranboo #rivals duo #the syndicate #staged duo #endersmile

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