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vespertineneon · 2 years

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Yandere Alphabet

C!Quackity

A/N: I’m doing a yandere alphabet for c!quackity. I think I’m gonna name my story something like a “Negotiations!AU”. This is the Quackity from my previous story. I suggest you read that beforehand! Also, I wouldn’t define Quackity as a Yandere. This alphabet works best for him though! He and Y/N are just in a very very very fucked up power dynamic.

CW: Yandere Behaviors, death, humiliation, abuse, isolation, crying, yelling, swearing, threats, unhealthy power dynamics, unhealthy relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Quackity has a hell of a hard time showing his love, as he’s in denial that he loves you.

But he does show that he cares (albeit reluctantly)

The deal between Sam and Quackity hasn’t been fully developed yet, but I’m sure he’s saved you from multiple situations where you would have to go back to Pandora’s Vault instead of working for him in Las Nevadas

Otherwise he’ll bring you gifts. Small trinkets, snacks, etc. This is only later in the relationship when he’s come to terms with his feelings

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’d rather keep his hands clean. Even if something bothers him.

But god forbid he finds someone trying to help you escape.

You’re alone. Everyone hates you. He’s your only beacon of hope. Everything falls apart if you believe otherwise

He won’t kill them. A little torture to make sure they leave you alone. He might force them to stage a betrayal, turning your plans of escape in.

After he’s done with them, he’ll leave them be. But if they continue to be a bother, he’ll kill them without hesitation

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Absolutely.

After the shameful and humiliating trip to Las Nevadas, you won’t hear the end of it.

If you talk back he’ll call you ungrateful

If you’re silent?

“I was expecting SOME sort of response. What happened to all that energy you had back in Dreams cell?”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll grab your arm or a fist full of your hair to lead you someplace.

Other than that, not really

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Very very very very very little.

At least at the beginning.

Fuck. You gotta have been working for him for years and PROVEN your devoted loyalty for him to get lovey dovey.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He isn’t very patient.

He wouldn’t “wait out” any of your tantrums.

If you laid a single hand on him, don’t expect to leave that interaction unscathed.

He’ll throw you around. Grabbing a fistful of your hair before slamming you into a wall by your head.

He’ll also threaten sending you back to Pandora’s Vault.

He will do this until you’re on your knees begging for him to forgive you.

And god forbid you try anything once Quackity has opened up his heart to you.

He’ll beat you unconscious and you’ll wake up somewhere completely different.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is sorta a game to him. He loves playing cat and mouse with you. You’d never actually get away.

He’d let you settle down somewhere. Let you think that you’re safe. But he’s constantly watching you.

He has pawns everywhere, ready to turn you in at his command

He loves seeing you try to reach out for help only to be knocked unconscious and wake up back in Quackity’s office.

Just because he had fun, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably my most recent fic you should totally go read it hehehe

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You being at his side 24/7

You’re loving, submissive, and completely under his control

And he wants you to actually love him. Not just fake it.

He wants you to be by his side while he works. An assistant, if you will.

He hopes that in the future he can get you off the hook when it comes to the threat of him having to return you to a cell.

And in the future, he might let you talk to other people again. Only under strict watch. He has to hear the conversation and be in the same room.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous sometimes.

Later in the “relationship” (you two ARENT dating, but just in this strange unspoken love power dynamic shitshow), when he allows you to speak to other people, he’ll only get jealous if either of you flirt with the other.

He’ll step in and break up the conversation.

But other than that, he’s okay with you having a controlled social outlet.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It entirely depends on his mood and how long you’ve been in Las Nevadas.

Overall he’ll be very distant. He’s very business oriented

You two might have some conversations when he’s off work, but until you’re at least 5 months into it, he’ll be cold and distant.

But after you two build up some bonding? He’ll come around. He’ll still be very focussed on work, but a lot less hostile.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He just kinda hopes you’ll catch on eventually.

If you don’t, he’ll sit you down and have a heart-to-heart.

This is the only time he’ll be this vulnerable with you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Want me to go alphabetically orrr..?

He has a plethora of things he’ll do. I’ll list em!

Isolate you in a dark room. Probably starving you for a while.

He’ll take you on a walk saying he’s returning you to the prison. He’ll smile and turn around once you’re begging for him not to leave you.

He’ll choke you unconscious

Throw you around

Cut you, beat you, etc.

He’s not above his old torture methods if you REALLY fucked up.

Other than that, he’ll yell at you, throw things, break things, and completely degrade you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Literally everything. Your life is under strict watch and control.

You have a fucking bedtime.

You aren’t allowed to talk to other people.

You can’t go outside without him.

“Don’t touch that.”

“Sit down.”

Basically sit still and look pretty or do what he asks of you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling loving them back?

He’s not patient at all after he opens up.

If you REJECT his confession then it’ll be a whole sob story.

Followed by yelling, swearing, degradation, etc.

Then he’ll apologize.

You’ll get whiplash from how Quickly he switches moods.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could probably move on from your death. But he would decide to step away from any work with the prison.

Will definitely mourn your death. But he’ll get over it.

Unless you two are in your “honeymoon” shit. And you two are happy together. That’ll fucking wreck him and he will not get over it. It’ll change him. Force him into a whole different kind of corruption arc.

Bless your fucking soul if you manage to escape because he will throw a whole tantrum before hunting you down.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Not at all.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Quackity started to pity you after Dream sat and watched you get tortured.

He saw how your mood fell. Your mind practically broke after that. So he “took you in.”

And needless to say, it pulled you out of a dark place.

Though it surely put you in deep shit.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If it’s because of something that he inflicted physically then he won’t really care. He’ll ignore you or tell you to shut up.

But if you’re crying over something else? He’ll reluctant try to comfort you.

He’ll figure out what’s bothering you and try his best to help.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The situation.

You were already under his control before he fell for you.

Ad he reluctantly fell for you.

He actually hated himself for a while. He pushed his feelings down for a long time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Just be good.

Build up his trust.

Once he starts letting you outside, you’re close.

Maybe smile at him, compliment him.

If you say you love him later in the relationship? He won’t show it, but he’ll be head over heels.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yeah no shit.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Quackity sees you as less than him.

He loves you. But you two are NOT equal in his eyes.

But in order to win you over, he’d allow a lot more freedoms. He’d give you gifts and try to actually talk to you. Get to know you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Idk how to answer this.

He snapped long before he got you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Nope. Never.

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arty-achilles · 9 months

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"Seriously, in front of my farm?" Or Purpled does not want to here 2 childhood friend dumping out their childhood trauma. Based on my fic "To have never know you at all (is impossible)" on Ao3.

[Commission] + [Kofi]

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okapiverglas · 1 year

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AU where Tommy is a human in an alien zoo:), alien sbi free and kidnap/adopt him

He knew there was something outside of this transparent cage smudged with opaque, sparkling reds of yet to be erased failure, and smushed remnants of dirt left over from the messy hands of youth.

For he witnessed it! Everyday, masses of creatures that looked nothing like him filled the expansive world outside. Dottering outside his prison with face contorted in what he guessed was curiosity and offering ineligible teases with their languages of clicks and snorts.

Tommy hated it all, the attention, so constant- so awful.

The food- just slob with the minimum nutrients to keep his body working well enough to perform in this game of charades as something that was "saved", was the fucking worse.

He knew earth.

It wasn't that shit. Yet.

It was certainly better with living conditions and food.

Well- for him it was.

Speaking of living conditions, his hostle- his residence of the past few years was so fucking small- and seemed like just an oversized dollhouse with all the antiques stuffed inside.

The food was truly awful, but the more he thought the more his mind became to realize his biggest problem was that he was.. lonely.

No other humans had been "lucky" enough to be homed with him.

Sure, there were the aliens- but he wasn't able to converse, to play, to interact with any.

For they equiviated his intellegence to that of a wild beast. They didn't quite have a societal structure similar enough to his to recognize him as being sentient - that or they just didn't give a fuck.

Stewing over these problems, he still followed the cycle of his imprisonment. Still followed the script of the show as something less then them. He didn't want to- but his last burst of defiance had met with so much... pain.

Then, the three visted him.One seemed like an earth crow given a human shape, the other seemed like an earth hog humanified, the last... was just a fucking pile of feathers.

They first saw him during the day, a sort of deeper emotion caught on their faces- one very unusual for the traditional visitor.

When the planet's night arrived, the populace thankfully not nocturnal, the three returned.

And fucking broke the glass of his enclosure. He scrambled back in suprise, panic, and fear. Chattering in their language- seemingly excited- the pig like one grabbed him.

He started to scream. He might of been in a shitty place, but certainly it would be much better then whatever the fuck these "kidnapping a zoo animal in the middle of the night sounds fun" type of aliens would subject him to.The feathery one shakes its head(?, he truly had no idea where each body part of this thing was) and whispers to him in fucking english.

We..try... save... you. Human... come with us only if quiet.

It was broken, and tentative, sure, but it also was the first english he had heard in ages.

So, he shuts the fuck up and hopes whatever shithole these bitches take him to is better then the last.

#alternate universe #Au #snippit #tommyinnit #dsmp #dsmpfanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #sleepyboisinc #sbi #aliens #Zoo #human zoo #adoption #kind of #technoblade #wilbur soot #phil watson

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thatonefox13 · 1 year

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The Mafia and the Slut (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/333214689-the-mafia-and-the-slut?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=ThatOneFox13&wp_originator=bNEMHsIbDAEdYJZmQJ4CzyNKr9ZQ%2FoO2pwt20EHH2o0US1wqZxG%2F5clRobC3CkvJnnipLRdKdXevMpW8gJY1BKxSSjZzKrZ2riJ6dEnsRiJ5dB99vfzfevyQ4C3cgYRp This is a DNF smut story. I am aware George and Dream aren't (and will not be) in a relationship. I will take this story down if it becomes a problem. People below 18 years of age shouldn't be reading this, but you're the one getting in trouble, not me. ________ George works at a strip club as a slutty waiter. His boss is in deep debt to a mafia group called the Catalyst, and their leader, Dream, demands that he pay up. Instead, his boss strikes a deal: Dream gets to choose from 4 of their best servers and gets to have sex with them for free for 2 months until the club boss can pay him back. ________ THE ART IS NOT MINE here is the link I found it on: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2Fdream-smp33--1009932285158215051%2F&psig=AOvVaw0WYky9yWJqTGN5DE520r7x&ust=1675118700147000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CA8QjhxqFwoTCKCmocnt7fwCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAb

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thecharliechip · 1 year

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#sleepy bois family #sleepy bois au #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois fanfic #dsmp #dsmpfanfic #tommyinnit #tubbo #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #ranboo #fanfiction

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legyt · 3 years

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Ahaha... ;w;

Rewind - Chapter 65

#dsmp #dreamsmp #tubbofanart #tommyinnitfanart #dsmpfanfic #rewindfanfic #Rewinddreamsmpfanfic #dsmp rewind #legyt #legytart

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crowsgardens · 2 years

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Anyone have any good SBI/Crimeboys Rust fics?

#dsmpfanfic #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi fanfic #fanfic reccomendation #dsmp #mcyt #crimeboys #sbi rust

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lnterjection · 2 years

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Dream slides his face into his hands.

“Damnit Ranboo,” he hisses. “Where the fuck are we?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Ranboo snaps back.

During the prison escape, Dream and Ranboo both dive underwater to avoid capture. They didn’t count on accidentally swimming into a portal that takes them to a world entirely different from the Dream SMP. They soon learn they must traverse countless worlds in search of a way back home—and to survive the journey, they must also work together.

Meanwhile, the rest of the SMP freak out and start pointing fingers. Tommy is not amused by the possibility of another war, so this time he takes matters into his own hands.

#dsmp #dsmpfanfic

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altomer · 3 years

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Hey guys i’m back!

I have a few new things that I write for.

I will now be also writing for

9-1-1

The DSMP

Resident Evil

You can send me an ask with any requests!

#911 #911 fanfic #dsmp #dsmpfanfic

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mynameisleata · 3 years

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KARLNAPITY - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING (comfort/hurt)

Karlnapity is engaged, Karl disappears a lot without leaving his fiancés any explanation, and returns with the same lack of information to where and why he was gone (to). Sapnap has had enough and needs comfort, Quackity is there to provide him with such.

Link to the fic :))

Playlist kinda linked to the fic :))

#fanfic #fanfiction #karlnapity #karlnapity fanfic #dsmp #dreamsmp #dsmpfanfic #karlnapity angst #angst fic #hurt comfort #choose your own ending #karlnapity is engaged

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justdsmp1 · 7 months

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Stealing you or your heart?

Pairing(s): Karl Jacobs x reader

Pronouns: They/them

About: Karl tries to cheer you up

Words: 502

Masterlist

Y/n today was sad, they were having a tough time with work and wanted the day to end so they could go back to bed, they were having a little walk around the park trying to make the time move faster nothing according to them being different, that they could see.

Meanwhile, the beast crew were walking around the exact same park, looking for an unsuspecting person, the video was stealing from a random person and then taking them and buying new and upgraded of what they stole with a bit of money. When they saw walking past this person with their head down, their items loosely held in their grasp.

Karl was jumping for joy, this could possibly be the best person, they wouldn't even be suspecting it.

"Karl calm down, we don't want to grab their attention" Chris spoke turning to the brunette.

"I wanna be the one to do it, please please please" Karl begged, looking at Jimmy with big eyes who only nodded. Karl bounced on the spot a little. Slowly walking up to the person as to not be noticed.

Still Y/n didn't think much was happening, still pretty down in the dumps. Feeling a little lonely, all their friends live in California where they grew up but came to North Carolina for uni that ended horribly due to not being able to afford the payments.

Karl was coming closer, that went unnoticed by Y/n. He first took their small handbag, going to walk off but they still slowly continued walking, thinking how unlucky they could be for getting robbed. Karl then took their phone, going to go off again then came back, Y/n offered him their wallet and Karl was confused walking off, looking over at Jimmy, Chandler, Nolan and Chris.

Karl walked back over, handing them their phone and wallet then putting their bag back on their shoulder. Walking off defeated but something else came to mind, he walked back over and lifted them over his shoulder. Y/n let out a surprised sound, Karl giggled. Jimmy, Chandler, Chris and Nolan all looked in disbelief. Karl planted them back on their feet where they all are.

Y/n looked at them all curiously, Karl got a good look at their face and started blushing not realising how gorgeous the person actually was.

"Uh- What is happening" Y/n spoke, breaking the silence.

"Well we were meant to be stealing peoples things then buying new and upgraded items but ummm I don't know how we upgrade from a person" Chandler spoke, looking over at Karl who was now blushing.

"They looked sad, ok" Karl defended, Y/n smiled slightly.

"Well then... uh let's get these new things" Jimmy spoke, leading the crew and Y/n away. Lucky Y/n knew who Mr Beast was and wasn't going with a complete stranger. Karl held out his hand, a flustered look on his face. Y/n took his hand and walked away with him.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt #dsmp x reader #dsmp #mcyt x you #karljacobs #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dsmpfanfic #dsmp x you #karl x reader #karl jacobs #karl #justdsmp1 works

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inwhichispeak · 3 years

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A Moment of Rain

A kind of teaser for an immortal tommy fic surrounding this sort of concept that I’m making! I hope you enjoy!

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Tommy lifts his head as the sky’s water pours down himself. He stares at the deep dark clouds above him as they drift softly across the sky - a large contrast to the aggressive winds and rain surrounding the whole area. He stands in the center of a crowd of scurrying people, trying to get themselves inside. They are fast, rushing. They are always rushing, Tommy notices. But, he is not.

Over Tommy's long cursed life, he's learned many things. Most importantly, to take in moments as they are while you still have them - otherwise, you take them for-granted.

As Tommy stands and stares, the faint words of a song drift through his ears. A song of a nation brought up through the ideals of freedom, only ending in trapping those it was built to save. A true parallel to his cursed life of a constant seeming freedom from looking at this cursed fate in concept, without outsiders seeing what it truly means. What people don’t notice is… he is like an iceberg, he is not as he seems from the outside of his icy mountain.

On the outside he is seen as tall, mighty, even intimidating for some. He should not exist in this time period, his time should have run out, yet he continues. That scares those with logical minds that don't think of the other side of the world’s coin. But, like on the bottom of icebergs, he is only more than those see. Many lifetimes of memories, of experiences and grief and lessons. His feet dangle in the dark and watery abyss of death, yet no creature in existence can grab him and yank him into the other side. No matter how long or how deep his feet sink, he will never take a final gasp of air.

As Tommy stares, the sounds of laughter and splashes fill his ears. Two children playing together off to the side of the road, as an older boy yells for them to come back inside. A memory of long long ago flashes in the cracked crystal blue eyes of the immortal. A sight of two children, while they were still able to be children, playing and dancing in the rain and puddles of a young nation of seeming freedom. But, little did they know, they were naive. They did not take in that moment as much as they should have, and so it passed them by and they realized that moment would never be able to be replicated again the day after, the day they first experienced the stripping of their childhood and the growth of the need to mature too quickly than any human - especially child - should.

As Tommy stares, he can hear countless voices say many things in the distance. Many words with various meanings and pressures and memories attached. Hatred, celebration, betrayal, happiness, loss, thankfulness, fear, encouragement. Words belonging to a story that lasted a lifetime, one that would seem to be beautifully tragic from the book the reader finds it from. Except, the storyteller outlives the lifetime, and betraying all odds and all people including himself, he stays and continues. Because the storyteller doesn’t have a choice. That choice was taken away by the one he must keep from taking away that choice from others.

As he stands, now with his eyes closed, he sees two boys in his mind. Not men, but boys, children. One of half and half, another of brown hair and a green shirt. He stares in his blank yet full mind, he watches, a place deep inside of him at the depths of the dark abyss longing for the time where they were real. Before he watched as they slowly disappeared through a choice taken from almost every human as they came into the world. The one in the abyss reminisces of the time when they first discovered of the curse that would fall upon the blonde, he smiles when they promise that they will stay for as long as time allows them. But time is a cruel guardian, and his smile will eventually turn bittersweet.

And so, he stands, he sees as the boys stayed, and stayed, and stayed. They keep their promise. All until they can’t. All until time no longer allows their promise to continue.

And, as he stands there, he takes his time to stay and enjoy the feeling of the rain. He takes this moment to listen to the sounds of the roaring wind, feeling it brush against his hair and clothes, to see the calming and contrasting clouds above. He waits as he thinks, all until he has no more thoughts to circle through his brain.

And as the people around him hurry and rush and run and breeze past this small moment, he takes it all in and gives it the time it deserves.

Because he's learned. He's learned to take the moments as they are while they're here, because you never know when it will no longer be possible for the moment to be taken in again.

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Ao3 link! vvv

archiveofourown.org/works/31032029

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okapiverglas · 1 year

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Blue met blue, the stormy recesses of sky cracked open to witness the empty sea speckled with froth. Only yesterday had the day been a startling void of light, the clouds much too thick. It was a day he'd thought would persist and flood an entire week with gloom and rain.

It only seemed to have swallowed one.

He managed a grin, it seemed as if at least one good thing would happen today.

Rain was so aggrivating- he could never hang out with Shroud whenever the transparent droplets splattered.

The spider would cower and shy away from any attempts at comfort whenver he heard that first drop of cooled liquid.

Something was wrong.

There was no Shroud, no black ball curled into his side or hanging from the dirt roof of his home that seemed to have vanished.

Then he noticed... them.

Collected in the corners of vision, ignored earlier for the glory of a bright sky, were worried? (Since when was anyone worried for him) people.

One of them absorbed his interest and shock immediately.

Niki, the woman who'd hoped his return to limbo, who only offered only sneers with no offers of the sweets that once been often donated to Tommy's gaping stomach, was one of them, concerned and letting him lie on whatever mattress sat beneath his limp body.

"Niki?" His voice wavered, slightly higher then it had been hours ago.

"Bossman! You're okay!"

And a Tubbo, face blank of burns, now owned his attention. His cheek was decorated with the same bee design that Tommy had face painted during their earlier days in the server.

He- he must've been in some sort of... fucking dream.

A dream. A taunt from his subconscious brain, that's all it had to be.

"Yeah..." his voice trailed as he noticed something... odd. "Where's Wil?"

"Who?"

He didn't hate the bitch enough to eradicate him from fucking dreams the last time he checked.

"The fish fucker?"

"The what?" And there was Fundy, Wilbur's son, as furry as he always was.

"Your dad?"

"I don't have one? Tommy are you okay?" The fox's fur seemed ruffled now that he'd gotten the chance to stare, more ruffled and tangled then Wilbur and his constant fussing would allow.

This dream seemed pretty detailed. He could even smell faint smoke.

He decided to shrug it off, thinking of it as a salty decision of his mind, still upset that Wilbur had left.

He decided to play it off, saying that he'd had a weird dream. Even though THIS was the strange concoction his brain brewed.

He noticed‐ as time passed without him being freed from this rather lucid state of sleep- that Niki seemed to fit the role of Wilbur, the dream apparently being a rather odd echo of the day L'manberg declared independence.

And then he went to sleep, within his sleep.

He didn't awake to his time, his reality.

He awoke still in this version of conjured reality.

Which made him feel iffy...

This was way too fucking realistic, too long, for it to be a dream... but he already knew the events that weren't dreams.

The ones with Wilbur were real.

When he pressed his concerns to the false replication? of Tubbo, he laughed it off. He told Tommy that he'd hit his head into a tree and had been out in a coma for almost hours, brought outside to see if fresh air could help- most likely obtaining memory issues Tubbo noted.

He also told Tommy that Wilbur was Tommy's old pet moth.

This dream was certainly wild.

But it wasn't a dream- lacking ones absurdity, and detachment.

It felt so real, much realer even the the life he left behind that had been sparked with that same absurdity he'd attribute to a dream.

Yet Wilbur was real.

The brother, the musician, the politician.

but now... Tommy wasn't sure.

Perhaps he was affected by that tree- perhaps he did lose his memories and his mind panicked and tried to replace them.

Perhaps... perhaps Wilbur was the dream.

But nothing was sure.

Nothing was real.

But everything seemed to be.

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thatonefox13 · 1 year

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Guyssss, pls check out my story on Wattpad!!

Here’s the link!! Go check it out!!

#dream smp #dreamnotfound #dsmpfanfic #mafia #smutwarning

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briarlovesginny · 3 years

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Tubbo and Ranboo One-Shot (/p, /rp)

CW: d3ath, g0re, p0ssesion implied, bl00d

desc/context: dream breaks out of prison using our beloved ranboo. tubbo goes after them to try to calm ranboo down and bring him back.

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Tubbo fell.

It was clumsy, though not enough to break anything; any bruising would be insignificant, anyways, considering the multiple large gashes through his torso.

And yet, he fell.

His body thudded against the ground, and a huff of air escaped him as the wind was knocked out of him, a sharp, small cry that seemed to ring through the air. A small rock dug into his shoulder blade, and the uneven earth was uncomfortable against his back as his head whipped into the earth.

“Ranboo?” He croaked out, and the hybrid looked down at his hands, terrified to see them bloody and full of gore. He heard a shuffling behind him, and his stomach twisted as he turned to see Dream retreat. He snarled, knowing full well that Dream was going to get away, had banked on this; Ranboo barely hesitated before turning back to sprint to Tubbo’s body.

“Tubbo. Tubbo.” He crooned in despair, dropping onto his knees and gathering the small boy into his arms. He rocked him back and forth, emitting a long, high keen.

“Hey, Ranboo.” Tubbo said, coughing a bit. “I think I… I think I hit my head.” He lifted his right hand, gingerly touching the back of his head. When he brought it back, it was sticky with blood.

“Yeah, you had a bit of a fall.” Ranboo’s voice was shaky.

“M’tired, Ranboo.” Tubbo muttered.

“Maybe you should go to sleep.”

“Isn’t that bad when you’ve hit your head?” Tubbo asked, brow furrowing slightly.

“It’s okay.” Ranboo said, softly stroking his friend’s head.

“Oh. Okay.” Tubbo muttered, closing his eyes and settling in slightly. “Goodnight, Ranboo.”

“Goodnight, Tubbo.”

Tubbo sighed, drifting into a deep trance before, gradually, his breath slowed to a halt.

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