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ivi-prism · 1 year
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Hai :D *pokes u*
Can I has a thingie for fwt childhood friend on hermitcraft au aka rendad + dadsuma AU :D Idk maybe one of the babies got sick and the other bab is very worried D:
Thamk u muah :*
Yes beloved friend you can has
[this drabble is part of this event]
He didn’t think it been that serious, Fundy had just coughed a bit and need a lot of tissues when they went out to play on the jungle, nothing else. He even said Scar would take them to see the shopping district the next day. But then Ren said that he had a cold, and that he couldn’t go. That was unfair.  Dream had gotten colds as well, his nose itched and X had given him very icky syrup, but he could still go outside. Why not Fundy?
Dream asked twice each following day if Fundy could come and play. X said he’d have to ask Ren, but then Ren told him no. And then when he asked again, X said Fundy was sicker than they'd known, so he’d have to wait until Ren confirmed Fundy was alright again.
That’d been 4 days ago, and he was getting impatient. Why was it taking so long? Even if a strong cold would last two weeks, why couldn’t he go see him? They could play inside! Fundy mentioned Doc had gotten him a puzzle box, and that he needed help solving it. Why couldn’t they do that now? Dream would even volunteer to turn on the chimney and give Fundy hot cocoa so he would stay warm and comfy while they did the puzzle. He’d even share his plushie. Why couldn’t he go?
The morning of the fifth day he woke up decided to ask X to let him talk with Ren so he’d be allowed to bring his plushies over. But as soon as he made it downstairs for breakfast he found Ren and Iskall talking with X. 
He approached to greet their guests before walking away to try and pocket some cookies for breakfast while X wasn’t looking, but he stopped him, placing a hand over his head. 
“I’m certain Ren, don’t worry. When is the last time I’ve gotten sick from any of the bugs any of you caught? Neither of us can catch your germs,”
Dream looked up to X to try and figure out what was going on. 
“Yeah dude, think about it,” Iskall told Ren. “Seeing his friend and playing a bit would probably help him, instead of being cooped up on his own.”
Where they talking about Fundy?
Dream made sure to clean his hands on his pajamas to look more presentable before staring at Ren to be as convincing as possible “Can I see Fundy? He said he had a puzzle and I can give him my plushies so he feels better,”
All three Hermits stared at him, exchanging smiles, X even ruffling his hair. 
“See? He’s been asking constantly,” X added.
No idea why since Dream said that when he had clearly just asked Ren to go. But X was weird like that sometimes. 
Ren considered for a bit before looking back at him. 
“Okay lil’ guy. But Fundy is very tired, so he might fall asleep, and you have to let him rest,” Ren explained. 
Dream nodded, noting he’d have to pack his fuzzy blanket as well as his plushies. 
“I’ll be staying with both of you, so if Fundy gets tired and you get bored, you tell me and I’d find something to do,” Iskall said as well. Dream nodded again. 
And just like that, the day had been planned. He rushed to eat breakfast and get changed to go, almost leaving without hugging X goodbye, running to join Iskall outside. 
“Where is Ren?” he asked, grabbing Iskall’s hand. 
“He’s got projects to catch up on, so Fundy is with Doc right now, and then I’ll stay to watch you two over, to ensure no living rooms are destroyed,” Iskall joked. Making Dream frown at him for bringing that up. I wasn’t his fault a chicken got in last time! 
Still Iskall laughed out loud and then offered to make stew as a peace offering. Dream considered it to be a good peace offering so he stopped being angry. 
Once they made it to Ren’s and Fundy’s house, Dream rushed in, ignoring Iskall’s protest. He was going to walk up the stairs, but Doc got on his way. 
“Oop. Hey little guy, where are you going?”
“To see Fundy!” Dream declared, ready to fight Doc if he said no. 
But Doc pointed towards the sofa where Dream realized the bundle of blankets he’d ignore on his rush, was Fundy shaped. He threw himself to the sofa, startling Fundy. 
“Fundy!” he said, kneeling properly on the sofa and placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders. Getting a good look at him. Fundy was very pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes and nose were very red. Oh, that didn’t look like a cold. 
“Hi-” Fundy said, with a raspy quiet voice, as he set aside the book he’d been reading. 
“I brought you a gift!” Dream said, sitting beside him and digging through his backpack while Fundy leaned in to see what it was. Eventually, Dream pulled out his cat plushie and handed it to his friend. Grinning when that made Fundy smile. 
“Thank you,” Fundy said quietly, hugging the plushie. 
“You are welcome,” Dream nodded. “Do you want to do the puzzle?”
Fundy nodded, and so Dream left his backpack forgotten in the sofa while running upstairs to grab the box, he eventually made it back down and saw Doc had left and Iskall was sitting in the living room now, asking Fundy how he felt. 
Dream shook the box as he approached to get their attention. Fundy got off the sofa, pulling the blankets down with him, as he tried to get comfortable. Coughing very loudly in the process. 
“Oof what a cough, I’m getting you something warm for that,” Iskall said, moving over to give them space to set up the puzzle. “Dream do you want something?”
“Nop!” Dream shook his head, sitting down beside Fundy and staring at the image in the box. 
The puzzle wasn’t overly complicated, but Fundy chose to stay quiet as his throat itched and his chest hurt slightly. So he helped quietly and pointed to loose pieces to help Dream. That made the process go more slowly, but it was fairly challenging so neither got bored. Although sometime after Fundy drank the warm lemonade Iskall gave him, he started falling asleep, until he ended up resting his head against Dream’s side, stopping his story about his adventures in the end with X. 
“Iskall” Dream called out.
“Hm?” Iskall poked his head outside the kitchen. “Tell me bud,”
“Fundy is sleepy,” Dream said, turning to see his friend grumbling as he woke up again “Sorry,”
“Ah.” Iskall disappeared behind the kitchen door again before coming back and approaching them. “What about, we let Fundy sleep until lunch, hm?” 
Dream nodded. Moving the puzzle aside while Iskall approached and picked up Fundy, who coughed again. 
“Aw bud,” Iskall said, walking away. 
Dream stayed in the living room, sitting again to continue the puzzle and think about what else to do. Willing to stay and hear out Iskall’s plans. Although when he got back down, Iskall asked him to stay there while he finished lunch. He frowned because that wasn’t what Iskall had said before but complied. Sitting back down to try and solve more of the puzzle. 
It went well, until he realized Fundy had left the plushie in the sofa. That wouldn’t do. He grabbed the cat and went upstairs, being as quiet as possible to not wake up Fundy. Although after peeking into his room he saw he was shivering. He approached. 
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m cold,” Fundy replied. 
Dream took a step back to look at the number of blankets he was under, even if he gave Fundy his extra fuzzy blanket, he wasn’t sure it would help. What to do. He handed Fundy the plushie hoping it would help while he taught about it. 
What did X do when he got sick? Give him icky syrup, give him soup, cuddle so he would feel better. 
Aha!
Dream grabbed the covers and pulled them up. 
“No-” 
He didn’t give Fundy time to complain when he’d climbed under the blankets as well and hugged his friend. 
“I’ll keep you warm,” he assured Fundy. 
Fundy stared up to him, before closing his eyes, and hugging him back, he was very warm. 
Dream wondered if he should go down and tell Iskall, but it was very warm and comfy, and he told Fundy he stayed, so he did. 
Iskall would find them an hour later, both sound asleep. 
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Request: Ok but the way I like low key wanna go to a strip club with Chris and watch him sit back while a stripper with a big ass twerks on him and gives him the absolute time of his life 💀
Request: Hey am I request a Chris Evans x black reader where they’re neighbors
Request: Could you do a Chris x Shy reader where the reader likes him and he likes her but she doesn’t know he likes her. Could it be possibly a smut with a really freaky reader thankssssss <333
Request: Chris Jamal evans eating plus sized! Readers ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
Summary: when you told Chris you wanted him to teach you a thing or two after your divorce, he hadn’t been expecting it like this.
Pairings: Chris Evans x black!plus sized! Neighbor! Reader
Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, Duggar-esque religious beliefs, strippers, lap dance,  cunnilingus, analingus, rough sex, humiliation, dirty talk, breeding kink, sort of cuckqueaning
(A/N: this is kinda different. Idk just thought it would be fun to write a story about a fundie girl getting corrupted by this man 🤷🏾‍♀️ hopefully you guys see what I was going for cuuuuz 😳 lol and I had to combine a lot of requests cuz they’ve just been sitting and I’ll feel better once they’re gone. This story is unedited so if you see mistakes idk what to tell you. anyway like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜 ✌🏾)
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It wasn’t like he’d gotten well-aquatinted with the side no one else was allowed to see by now. You’d gotten yourselves into some messes for sure. Messing around in inappropriate places. His shy girl turned naughty slut and only for him.
Like that time he was finger fucking you in the back of a very packed movie theatre. You just looked so fucking hot that night. At least the movie was rated R.
Or the time he made you orgasm on vacation because he made you keep a bullet vibrator inside of you. As he made you cum in the water while you were on the beach. Watching your face change as you buried yourself into his chest trying to stop yourself from crying out. All he could do was smirk at you. Fucking slut.
If anything you were just paying him back which was fair. The two of you had been very worked up. It was kind of hard since no one really knew the two of you were a thing. As far as everyone else knew you were just his sweet little neighbor.
No one had even expected you to come out tonight anyway. You seemed like a shy thing but he knew better. Just cuz you had Scott and everyone else fooled didn’t mean he was the same way. He could tell you were a freak from the moment he met you and yet he’d still been unprepared by it.
You just did things no one else would ever think to do. By now he’d gotten the chance to enjoy your true nastiness. The way you let him fuck you anywhere he felt like. Had become his free use slut.
The two of you weren’t technically a couple yet but after tonight he doesn’t know. This had been new even for you. He didn’t even know you were- it was just so unexpected.
Fuck, it was hot, though, you trying to hang. Obviously you’d been invited to dinner and from there it ended up being wherever the wind took all of you.
First a bar not far from the restaurant. He’d made you sit by him all night. Barely let you out of his sight. Knew one of his friends had a little crush on you and he wasn’t about to catch himself slipping just cuz it wasn’t official.
You’d been all pouty and shit about how bad you felt about not bringing a gift. Not like it was your fault. It was kind of last minute anyway. Hell he thought he was going to be out of town but he… fine he wanted to see you. So he made the quick trip. Scott told everyone to come out for dinner and there you were.
You were wearing this dress you knew he liked. One that he really liked taking off of you. He doesn’t think you saw yourself in the way he did but holy fuck did he see you. Just everything since that first moment when you’d moved in. How shy you’d been because you definitely were not used to having a neighbor like him.
You came from a much smaller community. Had moved in next door with your husband. Well, ex-husband.
While nothing happened when you were married, the two of you had gotten close. Where you were from divorce was uncommon, but since it had been five years with no baby it was kind of inevitable.
The pressure to conceive had started getting to you around the second year. By then your now ex had been trying to be all buddy buddy with him. Trying to convert him and shit. He played along for a minute just to get close to you cuz underneath the modesty clothing he really liked what he saw.
And it wasn’t like he swooped in after the papers were filed either. He’d just done a lot to help considering your parents were trying to make you go back home to raise your siblings or nieces and nephews.
By then your friendship had grown to where he was not going to let that happen. Had even managed to get you a lawyer when they tried to force you to give up the house. Saying that since the church owned it, you had to leave but you were taking your seat ass time to move out.
When the two of you first started messing around you’d been asking him questions. Had never done this before. Never got to date. Didn’t even get to have your first kiss until the officiant said, ‘you may now kiss the bride.’
He didn’t want to take advantage of you knowing how inexperienced you were, but it quickly became clear that you were going to be a monster all on your own. He’d rather be the one taking care of you rather than getting yourself into dangerous situations out of curiosity. And fuck was he more than happy to be given the honors.
He genuinely hadn’t expected that side from you. After being blamed over and over about the fertility issues plaguing your past relationship, you seemed more than ready to explore a side of you that you would have never been able to before.
Wanted to know what it was like for a man to slap your ass and pull your hair. To be called dirty, filthy names. To be degraded and treated like the slut you weren’t supposed to want to be, but tonight had pushed the limit.
He wonder what your ex would say if he saw you. It had been something you’d never thought you’d do but you were down for anything Daddy told you to be down for.
What a fucking loser didn’t see what the fuck he had? That if he just treated you right, he probably would have been able to keep you. Sucks for him because Chris wasn’t planning on fumbling that bag. Not after tonight. His mind had been officially made up. Where the fuck was he about to find another nasty girl like you.
Last time I saw you, you’d been kind of upset. It had been hard to shake those teachings sometimes. Had worried that he’d judge you or think less of you. Clearly right now none of that was on your mind as your only goal seemed to be getting to his dick.
And, fuck he was not complaining. Hell no. Who the fuck was he to turn down road head especially after the shit the two of you had just gotten up to.
When one of the guys joked about going to a strip club, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Had even offered to just take you home where he knew he’d end up texting them that something came up since he knew he’d be to busy trying to get balls deep in you.
You surprised him by saying, “I wanna go.” When you said you wanted to try new things you’d definitely meant it. If anything he was proud of the little deviant he’d turned you into.
You’d looked so cute watching them dance with those wide eyes. He was still close to you not helping as he paid attention to your reactions.
Had whispered in your ear for you to stop money in one of the girls thong. Chris laughed and almost forgot that the two of you were supposed to be a secret cuz he really wanted to fucking kiss you.
Besides the dancer seemed to take a liking to the two of you. Moving onto his lap first to sit on him. “You know you and your girlfriend are pretty cute,” she said. “You should come in the back for a dance.”
And he wasn’t even going to correct her that you weren’t technically his girlfriend cuz hell you may as well be. Which meant he wanted you to be okay with it. At the same time though you couldn’t just expect him to not react when a woman with a big ass like hers was moving all on him.
He motioned with his head for you to get up. Not even giving you a chance for a choice. You wanted to come to a strip club he’d show you what it was like. Why hold back.
As she moved over him you sat beside him all giggly. Chanel staring back at you with a smirk as she started grinding down on him. You watching as she twerked, biting your lip.
He still couldn’t stop watching you. Trying to see how far you were gonna let him go with this. Getting a little closer and looking up at him with big eyes. Fuck it. Didn’t matter that another girl was in his lap then you wouldn’t mind if he kissed you.
“How you feeling, Baby?” He asked.
“Good,” you squeaked out which made him chuckle. So fucking cute. And you were really letting him just ruin whatever innocence your parents tried to install in you.
As if you would go home to live without this. At this point he’d made you his little addict. Pushing you further and further with each encounter, but there was definitely something in particular about this month.
“Happy birthday, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe making him shiver. How even when a stripper was giving him a lap dance the reaction he got from you was so much more intense.
“It’s your birthday?” Chanel gasped finally turning around. “Why didn’t you say so?” She asked, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders so she could sink down on him again this time straddling him. Tits all in his face as she sat like that.
Chris chuckled. “Yup that’s why we’re here,” he said. “My girl’s never done this before.”
“What!” She gasped again and pouted at you. “Awww. Oh my gosh maybe I need to be dancing on you.”
“Oh you should definitely give her a dance,” Chris said with a wink.
He could see you tense up almost worrying that he’d taken it too far but he still wanted to see what would happen. Chanel moving moved off of him to you relaxing as you started giggling when she moved towards you.
The dancer giggled back the two of you starting off on your own little conversation. She was clearly trying to make you feel more comfortable. “That’s my good girl,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “My girl is down for anything I tell her to be, huh?”
You nodded at him as Chanel put her knee between your legs as she gyrated along your thigh. “You two are so damn cute,” she cooed.
At some point she moved back to Chris and you’d gotten so worked up that you couldn’t help yourself as you started kissing his neck. Honestly if the two of you hadn’t gotten out of there when you did, he would have popped.
Hadn’t even bothered to go back to his friends, just texting one that the two of you were leaving. His hand in yours as you went to the car.
“You doing okay?” He asked before he could open up the door for you.
“Mhm,” you hummed back with a smile.
“Did you have fun?”
“Mhm,” you hummed again, seeming to be lost in your head.
Chris found himself really wanting to kiss you. Fuck after all that he was really pent up. You put your hands around his neck as he pushed against you. Wanting you to feel his hard on.
He was just happy you were kissing him back. Had worried about scaring you off. That was a lot for you all at once. He didn’t want to completely overwhelm you tonight.
“Are you having a good birthday?” You asked him
“Course I am,” he replied with a smile before pecking your lips again. “My naughty little girl letting me play with a stripper in front of her. What would your husband have to say about that?” He teased.
You always giggled whenever he did that and this time was no different. Smacking his shoulder and scoffing. “Probably have a heart attack,” you said.
“Do you think he’d call your dad like when he found your sex toys?” Chris laughed making you do the same. God, that had been so embarrassing.
By then you’d already told Chris your dilemma. How you wanted to explore. He’d of course taken it upon himself to fund your exploration. By now he’d had a lot of fun using them on you. Shame your ex saw them as competition and not teammates. Maybe he could have kept you around.
“Oh, definitely,” you replied. “Woulda snatched me up.”
“Yeah? Sucks for him cuz I’d have to snatch you back,” he said before kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth, nails clawing into his shoulder.
“Fuck, Chris,” you moaned into his mouth making him smirk.
Fuck he needed to get you home.
It was like you’d grown impatient during the car ride that it was taking so long to get there that you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Not like he didn’t know how needy you could get.
Hell if he’d known how you would end up reacting to having another woman twerking on him, he would have done it sooner. When you said you wanted to try new things, you’d fucking meant it, but damn he hadn’t been expecting it like this.
“What’d you think about Chanel?” He asked. Wanting to push things a step further. “You didn’t feel weird seeing me with her?”
“I mean… I dunno. I wouldn’t call it weird…”
“Yeah?” He asked. “What would you call it? Did you like it?” You bit your lip. Getting all shy on him. Except that wasn’t good enough for him. How was this supposed to work if you weren’t going to talk to him. “Ah, ah. You know better. I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
You nodded. “I mean… yeah I guess I did.”
“What about when she was all over you? Did you like that too.” You bit your lip again and he had to glance over at you when you once again hesitated on your answer.
You caught yourself before he could say anything. Good girl. “I mean… yeah… it was fun.”
“Oh, come on. I saw you moaning and shit. You don’t have to act all shy. I know you liked it.” He glanced back over at you quickly. Happy as hell you two were almost home. “In fact, I gotta say I’m pretty proud of you for how you handled yourself tonight.”
“You are?”
“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “You know, when you told me you wanted to try something’s out I wasn’t expecting you to go this far.”
“I wasn’t either,” you replied. “But you’re right it did feel good.”
“That’s my girl,” he said. “You know you can always tell me anything.”
“I know, Daddy. Thank you.”
“Always, Baby,” he said, grabbing your hand so he could place a kiss to it. He liked that he could push you. Made him wonder what else he could push you to do.
By the time you got home he was already trying to put his hands on you. Kissing you against after he helped you out of the car even though normally you tried to be discrete about your relationship just in case one of the neighbors saw.
As far as everyone knows you were literally just friends. No way Chris would take advantage of a sweet innocent girl like you. If only they fucking knew.
And you didn’t seem to care this time. Letting him grab all on you. Cuz you knew better than to tell him to stop. Fuck all he could think about was getting inside of you.
As soon as you got in the house, Dodger was at your feet. Stopping whatever action as he greeted the two of you. Then whimpering for Chris to take him out. You giggled before pecking his lips again as he groaned.
“I’m gonna go shower,” you told him as you started to walk away from him.
There wasn’t much he could do to rush Dodger. Not that he didn’t try. Goddamn you were really upstairs. Naked in his shower and he was outside making sure his dog used the bathroom. Fucking great.
“Come on, Bubba,” he said finally getting him back inside. Ready to sprint upstairs to you.
He could see you behind the foggy glass still washing up. He just wanted to fuck you so bad right now. To feel you against him. That pussy wrapped around him. Couldn’t get undressed fast enough.
You jumped as he wrapped his arms around your soft body. Curves glistening with water. Damn you had really turned him into an addict, but it was like where the hell was he supposed to find another you. Someone so sweet and cute that would let him do what he’s about to do to you. Fuck yeah he was addicted.
As he opened up the door he stared at you as he caught you playing with your pussy. Eyes closed as you breathed heavily. Good you wanted this just as bad as him. Fingers working over your clit.
Funny a year ago the thought of you even touching yourself seemed like a step too far. Now you were doing it in his shower after what had just happened less than an hour ago.
“D-daddy,” you whimpered.
He needed to fucking have you. “Starting without me, Babe?” He asked, making you jump and open your eyes. You gasped as you looked up at him and he chuckled. “My poor baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then he pouted out his bottom lip before pulling you into his arms.
He leaned down to kiss you finally. His tongue caressing against yours. Grabbing onto that thick ass. Fuck he wanted you so bad.
“You get all nice and clean for me?” He asked, having pulled away. “Or did you get too distracted playing with my pussy?”
“I got distracted.”
“My little slut. Couldn’t keep her hands to herself.”
Chris remembered the first time you asked him to call you names. He wasn’t sure how you would react but all you did was moan for him even louder and repeat it back. That’s when he first knew just how far gone he’d gotten you.
“Tell me what you were thinking about, Baby? Had you moaning for me for a reason.”
“About you letting Chanel dance all over you in front of me,” you whimpered.
“Yeah?” He asked. “That turn you on?”
You nodded. “Uh huh. She was all over you.”
“My naughty slut liked seeing another woman all over me.” He chuckled.
“It made me want you so bad.”
“I know, Baby. It made me want you too,” he said before pressing his lips to yours again.
It didn’t take long for his fingers to end up on you now. Picking up from where you’d left off. You crying out for him to fuck you. Needy as hell.
Turning around so you could rub your ass against him as he finger fucked you. “Please, Daddy,” you mewled.
“What is it?”
“I want your dick in me,” you moaned.
“I want you to finish up and go wait on the bed for me, okay?”
You pouted. “But-,”
“But, nothing. You fucking heard me,” he snapped and that was that. You finished washing up and went to finish getting ready for bed. You didn’t want to spend the rest of the night getting punished so you better do what he tells you.
As bad as he just wanted to fuck the shit out of you, he knew how you got when he made you wait. Pushing you and then denying you. Fuck he loved it.
Once again you were there touching yourself. The toy you kept over here in your hand. Greedy fucking slut couldn’t fucking wait.
“Did I tell you, you could use your fucking toy?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.
“No,” you squeaked as you didn’t remove that damn rose from your clit.
He climbed in next to you. Taking hold of the rose. “So horny you just can’t fucking control yourself, huh?”
“Uh huh,” you answered, biting your lip. “Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered. He started kissing your neck making you cry out. His lips quickly finding your nipples. “Oh my god,” you cried. “Fuck, please, fuck!”
He put the toy to the side when he finally couldn’t resist. Had been dying to eat you out for hours. Needed to taste you.
“Chris!” You gasped and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you. Had you gasping his name as he ate you out like he was starving.
“And you better not fucking cum yet,” he cooed.
He remembered the first time he’d made you cum. You hadn’t even know what the hell that meant. Figured he could show you better than he could tell you and wanted the honors of being the first one to do it for you.
Had gotten you all worked up until you squirted all over his sheets. Had gotten you all embarrassed about it too. Couldn’t believe your husband had never done this for you. Fucking worthless.
He was tempted to see if he could get you worked up like that again except he wanted to fuck you too bad. Didn’t even want to wait for you to suck his dick before finally pushing into you. Cuz this was the first time he was going to feel you for real.
“Chris!” You sobbed as you wrapped your legs around him. “Yes!” You dug your fingernails into his back. Crying out for him in his ear. “Please. Oh, god. I need it. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not gonna stop,” he groaned, grabbing your hands to push them above your head. Pumping his cock in and out of you. “Fucking slut needed my dick bad, didn’t you?”
“Uh huh,” you whimpered, lolling your head back. Fuck he felt so good so deep inside of you. Your ex had never been able to do shit like this to you.
It was funny how easy Chris brought the freak out in you. Had definitely gotten you to this point you don’t think any other man could have ever brought out.
Porn didn’t do what he did to you any justice. You hadn’t been expecting for it to feel like this. Didn’t seem real that something everyone had told you was so bad felt so good, but never this good.
“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered as he hit those bundle of nerves. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”
“Yeah? I didn’t put a condom on this time, Baby,” he finally told you. “Gonna see what happens if I stuff you with my cum.”
“What do you mean?” You asked him.
“See if I can put my baby in you,” he grunted. “Don’t you wanna know?”
“But, Eddie-,” you were saying.
“Don’t you fucking say his name when my dick is inside of you,” he said, putting his hand around your neck. “I don’t give a fuck what he couldn’t do.”
And he meant every word of that. Only rocking his hips deeper into you. Feeling as you tightened up around him when he grabbed your throat. Eyes getting all blurry and teary.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.
“That’s right, Baby. You should be. You should fucking know better by now. I think you like saying dumb shit sometimes.”
You let out such an embarrassing moan and he let out a chuckle through his deep breathing. God he loved seeing how worked up you got from being shamed like that.
“Just cuz he couldn’t fuck a baby into you, doesn’t mean I won’t,” Chris said into your ear wanting to keep it going. “Chanel already thought you were my girlfriend. Might as well make you my girl for real, huh?”
You let out another moan with your face all screwed up. Goddamn he was getting you close. “Okay.”
“That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed. “You’re gonna let me fuck my baby into you?”
“Yes,” you whimpered. “Fuck you’re gonna make me- ah!” You cried as you came. Finally getting the release you’d been needing.
“That’s a good girl,” he said before pulling out so he could turn you over. Making sure your ass was in the air. What can he say, he loved manhandling you.
Pushing your cheeks to the side so he could see the wetness from your pussy dripping down to his sheets. He needed to play with it again. Putting his thumb against your slit so he could rub up and down before going to your clit.
“Yeah you want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?” He said. “I bet you’ve been waiting for it. And your pathetic ass would do anything I wanted you to do, huh?”
Another embarrassing ass moan as you shuddered, as he pushed his pointer and middle fingers into you.
“Oh my god,” you cried into the pillow.
He doesn’t know what the fuck it was but all he knew was that he was mesmerized. Couldn’t help himself. Wanting to eat your pussy from the back. You jumped before moving your hips trying to get situated against his face.
God he was obsessed with the way you tasted. Could make a feast out of it. At this point he was so far he was ready to get as nasty as possible trying something he’d never tried before.
You gasped when his tongue touched your puckered hole. “Chris!” As if there was going to stop him. He moaned at the taste. Definitely not about to stop.
Chest heaving as thick moans fell from your lips. You were pretty sure he was trying to torture you.
Chris grabbed your toy again. Turning it back on so he could put it against your clit again. Listening to you scream out.
Finally he stopped just wanting to be inside of you again. It was like you brought out the fucking animal in him. That’s why he just needed to fucking breed you already.
Slamming into you and flexing his hips cuz he just really wanted you to feel it. Putting his hands on either side of your hips so he could dig his nails in.
“See what you fucking do to me?” He asked with a groan. “That’s why I can’t let you go. Gonna keep you under me. You want that too?”
“Yes,” you sobbed. “Fuck. Please. I want you so bad. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again.”
“That’s it, Baby. I want you to cum for me. Want you to keep cumming on my dick.”
Eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words. Couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you ended up collapsing against the pillows. Chris going with it so he could lay on top of you. Riding your ass as deep as he could as you sobbed.
“Gonna make me a daddy for my birthday, huh?” He asked into your ear.
Why did he have to talk to you like that. Did he have no mercy?
“Fuckin’ answer me,” he said. That Boston accent coming out into your ear. Making you shiver and moan.
“Yes,” you cried.
“Good, Baby. Cuz I’m gonna cum so deep in you.” He groaned. Feeling it creep up in his balls. Knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to.
“Please,” you moaned.
“And it’s okay if you don’t get pregnant from this time. We’ll just try again and again and again.”
For some reason that was what did. To be honest if it didn’t happen this time he’d be shocked because he found himself shoving in all the way to the hilt so he could cum against your cervix. Just like fucking instinct. Goddamn he doesn’t think he’d ever had an orgasm that intense before.
You laid down with a whimper with him collapsing on top of you. Dick softening before falling out of you.
Scooping you up like he always did so you had to lay all up against him. Really you’d been his girl for a minute. It was about time he officially claimed you.
Especially six weeks later, when the two of you got to see the look on everyone’s faces when you’d pulled up to announce that you were expecting.
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fleogecorpse · 2 years
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(Origins SMP: Platonic)While mining and searching for the deep dark, how does Phantom-hybrid!Wilbur and Inchling-hybrid!Sneeg react to meeting Warden-hybrid!reader? Say reader is passive unless attacked, how will the other people on the server?
New Book
"No Fear"
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Origins SMP x Warden! Reader
Warnings: none
Casual
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Looking back now, Sneeg regrets ever agreeing to Wilbur's plan to go mining in the deep dark.
While mining, Wilbur slips and let's out a yelp and caused the shriekers to.. shriek; that being the final warning of the mighty warden awakaning from its sleep to kill everything in sight.
Now there it was, an 11 fucking feet tall warden towering over them, half of Wilbur's body phased into the ground with both him and Sneeg looking up at them in fear.
But it doesn't attack, instead tilts their head in curiosity.
"Who are you?" You ask them and let your large hand out to shake.
They were surprised. Warden were shown to kill no matter who or what it was. So you must have been a mutant/hybrid.
You three introduce yourselves, the duo deciding to lead you to the surface and show everyone who you are.
Philza, Schlatt and Techno were shocked and skeptical. What were you doing not attacking the entities? But after a bit of studying they realized that full wardens were the ones that did that. They were less tense, but still wary.
Scott, Charlie, Captain Sparkles and Tubbo were happy to show you around, dragging you to show their builds and give you food.
Beau, Tommy and Fundy were excited, ready to drag you into whatever the fuck they're planning.
Niki, Jack, Ranboo and Badlinu didn't really care but they were friendly towards you.
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Bottom 3 will be eliminated and not included in the final lineup of 32 characters. Propaganda and discussion under the cut!
Eret: “My dude needs church prime, he’s out here trying to be the best king, tried to help Fundy out when his dad was fucking dead, called Bad a monster when a cult worshipping an egg tried to sacrifice them, an old friend from a past she does not remember instead died in her place and gosh dang it he made his castle open for everyone and anyone. This man carries so much guilt it’s become religious. Along with you know almost dying yo a cult, that has some religious trauma. And a Yeet”
Etho: “Oh, y'know”
Nuvema572: “Because i keep killing myself whenever i get too hungry, so it must mean something. Is this anything...? Im cute.”
Xisuma: “X looks at a man and prays for God's forgiveness. If he looks at a boob he'll try to oedipus his eyes.”
Cellbit: “He's a fucked up cat guy <3”
others had no propaganda, or if they did, it was too vague to be considered. i don't think cellbit's cannibalism really comes from any religious meaning so i was close to automatically eliminating him too but decided to put it to a vote.
special shoutout to ponk, welsknight, and tangotek, who were all automatically eliminated due to their submissions being too vague, not religious, violating the rules or having no propaganda to be considered. sorry!
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Nightmare
C!Wilbur Soot x Sally (romantic), Salbur x FEM!CHILD!Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: Wilbur blowing up L’manberg, nightmares, crying
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“What are you doing?”
Wilbur froze in place at the sound of a voice. Specifically the voice of someone he raised. Someone Fundy grew up with. His daughter. “Y/n.”
Y/n stepped inside the small stone room. She noticed all the signs inside, but her focus was on Wilbur Soot and the button that was placed on a wall in the room.
Wilbur gulped. “Okay, I will admit…Do you know what this button is?”
“Yes.” Y/n had crossed her arms and stared at her father. “I do.”
“Have you heard the song on the walls, have you?” Wilbur glanced at them. “There was a special place where men could go but it’s not there anymore.”
“It is there.” She stopped Wilbur from continuing. “You’ve won it back, dad.” She glanced at her communicator and saw everyone spamming her name, specifically her little brother, but she paid no attention. 
Y/n jumped in surprise as Wilbur yelled in frustration. “I’m always so close to pushing this button Y/n! I have been here like 7 or 8 times.” He covered the way that Y/n had walked in from, so now it was solely just the two of them. “They’re fighting.”
Y/n could hear the fireworks that came from outside. Even if they were muffled, it gave her a weird sense of security. Probably reminding her that as long as they were going off, it still meant people were alive. “You want to just blow it all up?”
Wilbur took a deep breath. “I do.”
“But dad, we fought so hard to get this place back…” Y/n quietly trailed off, trying to ignore what was really happening, her father was crazy. He wasn’t the man he used to be. 
“I don’t even know if the button works anymore Y/n. I could press it…”
“There is a lot of TNT connected to that button right?” Y/n slowly came to the realization that Wilbur was crazy. He was officially crazy and there was no way she or anyone could bring him back.
“Y/n…There was a saying… By a traitor, once part of L’manberg. You of course know Eret.”
“Yeah.” Y/n whispered.
“It was never meant to be.”
Horror spread across the young girl’s face as she watched Wilbur move his hand and press the button. “NO!” She screamed. Y/n grabbed Wilbur’s arm and with enough force, she was about to pull him back so he wouldn’t be harmed by the explosions that rang in the air.
“Dad!” Y/n moved closer to the edge that now showcased the country that was destroyed. She saw a few citizens standing there staring in disbelief that their beloved home was destroyed. 
She didn’t get to do anything as her attention was pulled back by her father, who was breathing heavily. “My L’manberg Y/n! My unfinished symphony! Forever unfinished! If I can’t have this, no one can.”
Y/n blinked trying to get rid of her tears.
Wilbur grinned and it came more manic-like and he grasped his young daughter’s shoulder, spinning her around to face him. “Kill me! Y/n, kill me! Look, they all want you to.”
She looked back and noticed the crowd was bigger than before. “No I can’t. You’re my dad!”
Wilbur’s smile faded and he soon became angry. He narrowed his eyes and began trying to pull Y/n while she fought back against him. Neither of them realized how close to the edge they were until Y/n slipped, pulling Wilbur with her.
Y/n could feel her heart beating and the wind rushing past her ears. The last thing she heard before she hit the ground was yelling and calling of her name.
Then it all went black.
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Y/n gasped for breath as she immediately sat up in her bed, her eyes shooting open. She brought her hands to her face in a panic, yet when she checked, there were no marks on her skin. No ash or soot or debris. She was alive.
Y/n’s head turned towards the door when it flung open. Standing there was her mother, Sally. Movement from behind her mother caught her eyes, and she saw it was her father, Wilbur Soot.
Y/n did the only thing she felt she could do at the moment. She began crying. What else was she supposed to do? She had never had a dream like that for as long as she remembered, most likely because dreams were kinda rare for her to have.
She felt herself being embraced by arms and pulled into someone’s chest. The scent of cinnamon and orange fill her senses. It was her mom who pulled her daughter into her arms.
Sally gently shushed her daughter, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her kind down. She couldn’t recall seeing her beloved child like this. For as long as she remembered, Y/n had never cried, only really letting tears fall when her brother was hurt. It does sorta make sense, since Y/n vowed to protect her little brother no matter what.
Wilbur quietly moved forward, sitting down on the plush bed, slowly moving closer and bringing his warm hand onto Y/n’s head, lightly petting her hair.
A few minutes later, Y/n’s wails and sobs had tuned down to a small sniffle here and there. Wilbur had left and come back with a tired Fundy and steaming tea, setting the orange haired boy down next to his sister, and placing the hot mug on the nightstand beside the bed.
Sally kept running her fingers through the h/c haired girl’s hair. “Do you wanna tell us what happened in your dream?”
Y/n debated on whether she should tell them, but ultimately decided to just go with a blunter approach, and beg. “Please don’t leave dad.”
Wilbur’s eyes focused on his daughter, slightly confused. “What?”
Y/n cleared her throat and spoke up a little louder. “Please don't…don’t leave and start that nation you talked about with uncle Tommy.” She brought her head up and looked her father in the eyes. “I’m not being dramatic, I don’t want you to leave, stay with us.” Tears slowly started building up in the young girl’s orbs once more.
Wilbur and Sally shared a discreet look. Wilbur was set to leave tomorrow. Should he lie and tell his daughter he won’t go, but leave when she falls asleep, or comply with the wishes and stay with his loving family. Wilbur glanced at the clock in the room. It was 2 in the morning, everyone could get some sleep and then talk about it in the morning.
“Alright.” The brown haired man heaved out. “I’ll stay, and we can talk in the morning when everyone gets some sleep. I’ll call over grandpa and Tommy and Techno. Does that sound good?”
Y/n was desperate, so she would take what she could get on such a short notice. She nodded and slipped under the covers more. “Can you guys stay with us?”
Without a complaint the married couple turned out the lights and joined the warm bed.
Everyone was still pretty tired so sleep came easy, but the one question on the parents’ mind was simple.
‘What did Y/n dream about?’
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wishitweresummer · 1 year
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Three Fools in April (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)
Word count: 1129
Happy April Fools Day everybody!!! This is mostly just karlnapity fluff with a lot of tickling sprinkled in!!! (Don’t forget, my canon keeps them in a sweet spot where everything is perfect.)
His fiancés had been so sweet to him that morning. Karl peppering his face with sweet kisses while he tied his special April Fools Day tie for him; purple and covered with little ducks who adorned jester hats. Sapnap massaging his shoulders from behind and smoothing down his shirt.
“You look great baby.”.
“Have an amazing day ducky.”.
Even after all this time they could still fill his tummy with butterflies. His whole walk to work he thought about how he would get to come home to them tonight. The warmest cuddles with his blaze-hybrid Sapnap. The sweetest kisses with his melty Karl. There was a floaty pep to his gait as he walked into what would turn out to be…a pretty strange day at the casino.
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The first time it happened was when he was looking over one of the machines. Firm hands squeezed his waist out of nowhere and forced him to yelp embarrassingly loud, drawing eyes from all over. He spun around to find Schlatt.
“Wha…?”, he faltered as the other man only laughed as he strolled away. Quackity quickly shrunk away from prying eyes and made his own escape.
~•~
A large arm was thrown around his shoulders as they spoke business. Strolling down the hallway with Sam as they headed towards their meeting. Business as usual really…until Sam jabbed a knuckle into Quackity’s ribcage and earned a loud squawk. He squirmed out of the hold and rubbed his rib cage as Sam laughed. The other kept strolling towards the meeting and Quackity fumbled and followed along. He willed his cheeks to calm before they reached this meeting. Suddenly, he couldn’t even remember who was going to be there and what it was about.
~•~
Quackity had almost forgotten about the strange tickle-mood everyone seemed to be in while he leaned slightly across the counter and spoke to his cashiers through their protective glass. Until fingers scribbled up his wings. He gripped the counter and squealed. The hands left his wings and he heard laughter behind him. He turned back to see Fundy walking off. He faced his cashiers again with a sheepish look.
‘What is going on today?’, he thought.
~•~
The whole day was like that. Around every corner another one of his staff and friends tickled him for no reason. He found himself growing jumpier and jumpier. You think he would get used to it and expect it, but he only found himself on edge and more likely to overreact to the sudden tickles.
~•~
Somehow, he survived the day. He stretched his wings out and back in again as he walked home. The home he shared with his fiancés came into view and he felt the relief wash over him.
It wasn’t like he had had a bad day. Quite the opposite really. A flustering one, but not bad. His casino was thriving and he loved his staff. So they loved him back and wanted to see him giggle and laugh? Flustering…but not bad. More than anything he just missed the loves of his life. He thought back to how sweet they had been that morning as he tugged open the door.
“I’m home!!”, he called out. Maybe they would still be sweet tonight. He was excited to get either of them in his arms.
“Duckys home!! Just in time for dinner.”, Sapnap yanked him in by his arm and kissed him excitedly, pressing the door closed loudly behind him. The sound made Quackity jolt. “Jumpy today?”, Sapnap asked curiously.
“Actually, yeah a little. But, I’m good now! What’s for dinner?”. He cheesed as Karl entered the kitchen as well.
“Babyyy”, the other coo’ed as he saw him.
~•~
When they ate a meal together they traded off who sat on their side alone. Quackity never minded his turns. He absentmindedly kicked and played with whoever’s feet got close enough as they spoke about their days.
“Mine was a bit strange, actually. People kept like, I don’t know…like tickling me?”. Karl choked on his food right away, quickly recovering but breaking into giggles. Sapnap smacked him.
“Shut up.”, he hissed. Karl looked away and swallowed his sounds. His face burned bright with the effort. Sapnap stared at him wide-mouthed. “Karl.”, he warned quietly. Karl covered his mouth and muffled his squeaky giggles. Quackity stayed silent as he watched the scene play out. Soon, Sapnap broke as well. The two in front of him laughing now. It only grew more uncontrollable as they watched Quackity’s face go from confusion to suspicion to incredulity.
“What did you two do?”.
“We’re sorry!!!”.
“I literaly forgot until just now!”, Karl snorted, shoving Sapnap as he laughed. Quackity stood up and pushed his chair back, staring across at the two.
“What did you do!”. The two collected themselves as best they could. Soft breathes caught between giggles.
“Okay okay…is it still on your back?”, Sapnap finally spoke.
“Is what on my back?”.
“The sign.”. Karl bit his lip, clearly on the verge of breaking again.
Quackity reached behind him and felt his back above his wings. Paper crinkled under his hand and he grabbed it and pulled it free.
A paper with the words ‘Tickle me!’ on it.
Quackity gaped at it. This is why he had lost count of how many times today he had been grabbed. Or fingers had come scribbling. Or pinching. His mind flashed back to Sapnap’s hands soothing his shoulders and down his back that morning.
“April Fools!!!”, Sapnap exclaimed.
“Yeahhh!! Happy April Fools Day!!!”, Karl cheered as well.
“You’re both dead.”. That sent them scrambling.
Karl squeaked as he jumped from the chair and ducked under Quackity’s arms. He tore out of the room as Sapnap shoved his chair in Quackity’s way and stumbled through his own escape.
Stood in the kitchen alone, he couldn’t help but laugh. Somewhere in the house he could hear his fiancés tripping over each other and giggling frantically. They both knew Quackity was the most ruthless out of all of them and he suspected it was only a matter of time before one turned on the other. His predictions came true only seconds after the thought when he heard Karl’s shriek tear through through the house. He laughed as he jogged out of the kitchen and towards the sounds.
Revenge would be coming down on both of them, despite Sapnap’s betrayal. As Quackity bounded up the stairs he was already planning ways he would pin them each down and make them scream apologies for the day he had.
~•~
So ridiculous, always. It was April Fools Day, but it was a day like any other really. The house full of laughter and three crazy people, crazy for each other.
(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )
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kingsleywrites · 8 months
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A Custom Gadget For You!
Tommyinnit x male reader (Slightly geared towards romantic but can be seen as platonic)
Fluff
Prompt: M/N makes gadgets and after Tommy loses his discs he makes him something to remember them by
CW/TW: Cursing
M/N is used (meaning male name)
A/N: Just found out that it's L'manberg with an E not a U how did I not find this out until now??? 😭
"Wilbur..." Tommy spoke softly into comms. All of the citizens stood in the ruins of L'manberg, Tommy had said that he wanted to talk to Dream after their duel, so now everyone was waiting for Tommy's arrival back into the walls so they could get their stuff and leave.
"Yes, Tommy?"
"I've secured our independence." The tone of Tommy's voice sounded like he was completely drained, like he had lost it all.
Everyone stood there dumbfounded, staring at each other with shocked eyes. "Wha- How?" The confusion in Wilbur's voice was evident.
"I gave Dream the discs."
"Wait both of them?!" Tubbo spoke quickly.
"But I thought the deal was to only give him Mellohi?" M/N inquired.
"Yes, I gave Dream both Cat and Mellohi, in exchange for L'manberg's independence."
"Tommy my boy, get back here right now! We have to celebrate!" Wilbur shouted as everyone began to cheer.
[Time Skip to 2 days later]
After L'manberg was declared independent from the Dream SMP everyone started to clean up the debris and fill in the craters.
Or most of them.
"M/N where are you? Tommy and I don't want to be the only one fixing L'manberg." Tubbo complained, the sound of splashing water made it clear that they were probably getting the river water out of the craters.
M/N rolled his eyes and continued to work, ignoring Tubbo's complaints. "Why don't you ask Fundy to help? I'm sure he'll help y'all."
"What? You think I want to work with fur boy? Working with Tubbo's already annoying enough."
"Hey!"
"Okay, I'm leaving this VC before you two start fighting and blow out my ear drums, Ciao."
The signature sound rang through the boys' ears as they heard their comrade leave.
"I'm ringing him again." Tubbo pulled out his communicator, ringing the boy once more.
Tommy rolled his eyes and continued to shovel water out of the crater.
After a few minutes M/N picked up. "Tubbo, I'm busy!"
"With what? I'm gonna need a reason to tell Wilbur when he gets back and doesn't see you helping."
M/N stayed silent before speaking. "Is Tommy here or like really close by where he can hear you?"
Tubbo looked around and saw Tommy putting away some extra materials in a chest. "No he isn't close but why would that matter?"
"I'm making him a gift."
"A gift finally confessing your love?" Tubbo half joked.
"Ha, ha very funny Tubbo, but no, ever since he lost Mellohi and Cat he's been well, more moody? I know that he plans on getting them back but until then I wanted to help out, The both of us know how important those discs were to him."
Tubbo went silent for a moment. "Alright well hurry up, I don't want to cover for your ass."
M/N laughed. "Alright, I'm almost done so I'll be heading over in a second."
"Okay, see ya when you get here." The two said their goodbyes before leaving the VC and M/N alone with his thoughts.
After a couple of minutes messing with the mechanisms, M/N was finally done, he smiles slightly, proud of his work and lifted up the top of the box, inside on a small pedestal was two figure, both were of Tommy, though one was him in his normal attire and the other was him in his L'manberg outfit. The Tommy in normal attire held the two discs high in the air with a bright smile on his face while the L'manberg Tommy had one arm outstretched with both discs in hand, simulating Tommy giving the discs to Dream. Placing the box down, M/N twisted one of the cogs on the back and when he let go, he admired his work, the two figures were spinning slowly in a circle while cat played through the music box, after a few minutes the sound stopped and M/N twisted the other cog, this time, Mellohi played, the two figures spinning once more.
M/N smiled brightly and closed the box, halting all music that was playing and tied a red ribbon around it. He walked out of his house with the music box in hand, towards the walls.
Tommy was almost finished fixing the craters that were left over from the war, Tubbo had ditched him not to long ago for something he didn't remember so he was left to fix up the rest of the ground, which also meant, taking his time to walk back to his house to get some more dirt seeing as he had ran out. So now he was on his way back, he slipped past the trees and out onto the clearing where the broken caravan sat. He was looking down, not really paying attention to where he was going until he heard his name.
M/N walked towards the boy with a box of some sorta in his hands.
"Hey M/N where were you?"
"I was busy, why did you miss me?" The boy replied in a mocking tone.
"If by missing you, you mean that I missed the fact that I could've been done filling in these craters. Then yes I missed you." Tommy had a smirk on his face, using the same tone to M/N.
Tommy's eyes glanced at the box in M/N's hands.
"What's that?" Tommy questioned.
"Oh! This is for you, it's a gift." M/N handed Tommy the box, who had a puzzled look on his face.
"Why? I mean I'm not complaining free stuff is free stuff but why?"
"Well I noticed how down you looked after you lost your discs, so I made you a music box to remember them." as M/N explained, Tommy untied the ribbon and opened the box.
"Is- Is this me?"
M/N nodded and stood beside Tommy, turning the music box around, showing him the two cogs, one was green and the other was purple.
"When you turn the green cog, it'll play cat while the purple one plays mellohi." he explained
"And I know you're getting your discs back but until then, you have a way to listen to them." M/N smiled
Tommy pulled M/N into a hug, "Thank you."
M/N wrapped his arms around Tommy mumbling a small "You're welcome" back to him.
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My apologies for this one taking so long, I honestly shouldn't have considering I knew exactly how I wanted everything to go it was just a matter of writing it. But it's here now! I hope you all liked it, just some sweet fluff, and I have another draft that I may or may not get out some time this week, who knows.
Word Count: 1059
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nicadenic · 1 year
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Hello everyone! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted some art but I got a commission from someone I couldn’t possibly say no to! This commission was requested of me by @ivi-prism who writes some of the most amazing fics I have ever read!
The commission is of Ivi’s fic “Off-World Vacations for the Heartbroken and Desperate” which is a DSMP x Hermitcraft crossover fic with Fundy as our protagonist who desperately needs to escape from his life on the DSMP! This fic is absolutely amazing (and it has FundyWasTaken!!!) so if you like any of what I’ve mentioned I think you would adore this fic as much as I do!
Ivi is an idol of mine so I was more than honored to do this! Happy Birthday, Ivi! :D
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6, 12, and 25 for the mcytblr fic author asks?
6. Do you like using the mcyt multiverse as a concept? (all SMPS and MC content exists in the same universe)
Yes!! To the point where it will bother me if I can't make them all fit, lol. Usually I like to keep the Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, Evo and Life Series all within the same universe. I like MCC as an event where people from these servers can intersect. Empires though is a problem to me, as it often contradicts things quite heavily due to the characters' lore. So whether or not Empires (S1 or S2) is canon sort of depends on what I am writing. I also often disregard random one-off SMPs as well--I'm not going to try to figure out how Rats SMP fits into Hermitcraft fits into Empires, it's just a nice little series in its own right.
12.Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?
I think the funniest is when I posted a Firewatch AU chapter and @ivi-prism sent me a screenshot of her fake-buying plane tickets to Texas on an actual airline website to come kill me
Also I do find it pretty amusing that I am so loudly fixated on fire lookouts that I am aware of more than one person who have started reading my fanfic without even being familiar with Hermitcraft LOL
25.What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?
Well, I've got to rep some of my friends first! Ivi is the creator of this ask game, and you should definitely check out her works -- Off-world vacations is a sweeping dsmp x hermitcraft crossover that has been in the works for years, great for Fundy fans. chrysalizzm is one of the most talented writers I've ever met, and I've seen firsthand the incredible research and depth and soul he's poured into the wasteland series. another excellent writer is prismartist, who probably has something for everyone since they've written life series, hermitcraft, dream smp, qsmp, and empires.
Really though, I need to get better at actually bookmarking my favorite works. I often kudos and then lose them oops
I have to recc definitelynotshouting's hunger au, although I feel like that's quite well known in the fandom already (for good reason)
sunlight over me no matter what i do by odaigahara is a GREAT oneshot, but mind the gore and body horror (grian cuts off his own wings to get rid of watcher influence)
I'm pretty fond of a specific subset of Watcher!Grian stories where the old Grian died and a Watcher/something else just kind of uhhhh took over his body with his memories? So I must recommend tempering by sixteenthdays, as well as You Say You Feel Hollow (and you know it's 'cause you are) by writing_and_worrying. still slightly similar in concept but not quite the same is the body is an object by ruffboi. And it's probably distinctly different enough that it shouldn't even be grouped here, but I also adore Covet by Oceanbreeze7 for a good Creature-y Watcher!Grian.
I like Enderwoah's Jimmy/Bad Boys fics. The two I have in my bookmarks is i've got problems (not just the ones that are little) and i can see the pattern (but i don't know what i can do)
Finally, I don't always blog about hermitshipping but I do sometimes read it, so I'll leave you with a scarian fic that has killed me like three separate times: Baby, just let me bleed in peace by mossman_mothman
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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years
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antarctic idiots [pt.6] - c! technoblade
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summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.
genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-), uh angst (if you squint)
pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader
word count; 2.4k
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a/n; regarding techno's death, i have decieded to continue this series after it's long hiatus. i am not trying to stain techno's death with writing. i see this as keeping his character alive and keeping the memory of him alive. i am also coping this way. kind of. i was really sad about his death on the day it happened but now i'm feeling much different in a good way. i dont think techno would want to see any of us sad especially since he was usually the reason we smiled and not why we cried and i intend to keep it that way.
i will be writing for techno but i refuse to do anything nsfw with him as that just feels so disrespectful to him. obviously if there is any statement from his family about fanfics, this will be taken down.
i will continue to write for techno.
i am saying this to lighten this note, techno himself wrote fanfics about hypixel so there's not much of difference between him and a lot of other writers out there. if you don't like what i'm doing, that's fine, to each their own. i like to think i'm preserving his memory like artists.
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today was the festival. you hadn't prepared too much (because how did you really need to prepare for a bombing), only bringing your armor and your trusty sword. you were with techno,, the male wondering if wilbur and tommy were coming to join you both.
"no, techno, they can't. they were exiled."
a beat of silence before, "hah, losers. imagine not being invited, L." techno said as you started to walk to l'manburg. you and techno meet up with other citizens and friends of l'manburg. techno greeting them much easier than you were. you didn't even know why you were invited in the first place, who else knew about you helping pogtopia? "is this where everyone who actually got invited meet up?" techno asked as you noticed some familiar faces. he started to ramble a bit though it didn't last long.
you stood behind techno, both of your shadows looming over the much shorter people in the crowd.
"oh, fundy is here."
"yeah! i got some fun games!" you looked at the fox hybrid. he showed the dunking tank, pranking poor niki for a moment. "hey, hey, technoblade! you have a trident right?" the male piglin nodded. "you think you can shoot yourself into the tank?"
"uh, i can try." techno offered, standing in the lake. his arm rose up in the air as he aimed for the sky, but before he could fly, “you’re not gonna drown me in the tank, right?”
“no.” fundy said, the sly fox was very obvious with his intentions, however techno didn’t seem to mind. 
“alright, doesn’t sound like something you would do.” techno shrugged before flying up in the air and into the dunk tank. 
“i would not trust fundy-” niki started but got cut off by the male piglin.
“i made it.” his voice muffled due to his helmet and the water. he partly made it. his head was just in the dunk tank while the rest of him hung out on the edge of it. you laughed a little bit as techno goes back to the lake to try again. he made it this time, yelling in victory before he looks up to see a block above his head.
laughing loudly, fundy looks at the piglin, “i lied.”
you and niki start to help him as techno starts rambling, “i should’ve expected this. well, this is the end for me. any second now i’m gonna drown.” he said dramatically. you put your helping to a stop, remembering what the pink haired male told you about his armor. you knew that technoblade won’t die this easily.
“hey, does anyone have popcorn? i want to see how this ends.” you asked anyone nearby you. they said no, leaving you pouting and eating your baked potatoes in despair as you watched techno dramatically lament about his upcoming “death”.
“i only have a few hours with my respiration 3 helmet.” you laughed loudly with others as techno continued his antics. “i’m feeling kind of hungry actually.” he started to eat his steak while fundy seemed to crumble down, complaining about how techno should’ve just died already. 
“have you seen how much time this man has put into the smp? he probably has four backup sets!” fundy complained as your laughter calmed down to a few chuckles. 
“hold on, i left the stove on at home.” techno broke the block and flew right out with ease. you could tell the fox had long given up at his task of killing techno with the dunk tank.
❚ Quackity > GATHER AT THE MANBURG PODIUM
before the speech had begun, techno shows off his fireworks that he had prepared for the festival. "woo fireworks!" he says in his usual monotone voice as everyone else cheers in awe othe the colorful explosives. you, on the other hand, had seen techno prepare the fireworks in his own base. how did you find that base underwater? he will never know. 
"hello everybody and welcome to the manburg festival!" schlatt annouced. "i have invited all the citizens of manburg and some close friends of mine. i just- i just wanted to throw a party to be honest." during the small speech, you glance over to your right and see techno staring up at schlatt. he seemed to have that confused look in his eye, maybe wondering why he was at a party about government. you were wondering that same thing about yourself but even more so as schlatt never really knew you. you were never really around often, especially during the time of the election.
"chat, i'm not gonna do it. i'm literally surrounded by enemies.." your ear twitches, hearing techno muttering to the voices in his head. after a moment, he cheers, "woo party!"
quackity starts leading everyone to pokimane islands. everyone dances and cheers happily until niki and techno start talking about state secrets. "anyone wanna talk about state secrets?" techno asked not-so-subtly.
"you know for the fact that you're really smart, you're really unsubtle with getting private information."
"like you could do any better." 
"i can actually. you're talking to the pandora's box after all." you smiled smugly. "how do you think i know about your other base?" techno narrows his eyes at you as your smile turns innocent while you brush your hand against his arm. "i know a lot of things, mr. blade, i would hate to have to pull anything over your head."
after a while, fundy suggested to do a boxing match. "yeah violence! yeahhh!" techno is quick to cheer on as you follow along.
"promoting violence. hell yeah!" you sound just as monotonous as techno does while everyone gathers at the ring. 
nearly immediately, fundy is asking for a fight with techno. techno excuses himself for a moment. you watch the pink haired male fly with his trident to do something. you have some idea of what he's doing. just as fast as he flies away, he quickly arrives back and takes off his armor, setting it by you. "watch m' stuff f' me." his voice is a bit more gruffy as you raise an eyebrow upon noticing some familiar particles bubble around him. "don't look a' me like that."
you smiled, "hmm, mr. blade using a potion in a boxing match?" you talked quietly, humming in amusement. techno snorted, a telltale sign that a piglin was not very pleased. you laughed a bit, "don't be so mad, techno. i thought you were the mature one. i'm just pointing things out." techno is silent for a moment while you look at him. you would never say it to his face but he wasn't a bad sight to see or maybe it was just your piglin instincts to admire other piglins. you snort to yourself quietly, a sound that was close to a piglin admiring gold, but techno picks up on it.
"you seem to be admiring me. i am amazing so i get it." you laughed at bit upon seeing his smug smile as he faces you. 
"glad to see you're warming up to me now."
"i still don't trust you." he huffed.
"well, trust and warming up to someone is different. i can be an acquaintance. i don't need to be trusted. not yet at least." you hummed. "anyways go beat up fundy, pig man." he snorted at your statement as antfrost starts to count down.
and in just a few seconds, the fox is down and techno is victorious. "who's next!? who's next?!"
"techno, we're gonna have to initiate a drug test on you."
"can we wait 30- no, 29- 27 seconds until then?" you started to laugh watching as techno counts down his potion effect while he fumbles over his words. quackity and fundy seem to not accept that, asking techno for a drug test. but techno is quick to escape. "all of a sudden, i'm gone-" and he's flying before anyone else can say anything.
he does come back as another speech was gonna happen in a few moments. and yet this one gave you a bit of a sinking feeling..
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"who am i to say no to that, right? so without further ado, i think i’ll put big man tubbo, my right-hand man, my uh… my protégé, up on the mic to spit some bars!" everyone cheers for tubbo as you clap for him as well. you almost frown upon seeing how he can barely reach the microphone. he's so young for this… him and tommy… you can only think to yourself, hearing his speech. words are being heard and yet you can't listen well enough. you knew what was going on. 
"so with that in mind, i'd like to thank everyone for coming to this wonderful event!" a deep chuckle fills your ears as tubbo's speech ends. "what- what's wrong schlatt?"
"i was just thinking about it. you know how we like to have fun, tubbo?" that sounds anything but good. you grip on your sword, something's gonna happen and you don't know if you have the guts to handle it right now. 
"yeah.. what- what's up schlatt?"
"you got anything else in that speech?" 
"uhhh no! on that note, let the festival begin!" after that all you see in quackity and schlatt whisper to each other and hand each other some bright yellow item. this was looking worse and worse as you watch the two surround tubbo with the paste and soon pouring water over the paste. it was now concrete. tubbo was stuck with no way out.
"what the fuck are they doing.." you muttered, feeling your anger rise. you can hear techno and niki mutter in confusion as they watch everything slowly unfold.
niki's pleas are unheard to schlatt as he speaks, "I know what you've been up to, tubbo."
"what- what have i done? what have i been up to? what are you talking about?" tubbo's eyes are glazed with fear and panic as his hands are pressed against the yellow concrete. he's trying to back up against the chair but he can't move any farther back.
shlatt laughs mockingly, "what i have been up to, he says.." and soon he's yelling, "he's been CONSPIRING with the idiots! with the tyrants! that we kicked out of this server! that we kicked out of this great country!" his voice was as loud and booming as you remember the past. when you escaped before the results were even out for the election, when you decided that this country was not what you wanted to stay in for very long. “i don’t know if you know this, tubbo but treason… isn’t exactly a respectable thing around here… y’know?”
“do you know what happens to traitors, tubbo?” the dark look in schlatt’s eyes have you gripping tighter on the worn out handle of your sword. the leather wrapped around the grip does nothing to help your bubbling anger. 
“n-no…”
“nothing good.” he stops looking at tubbo to look into the stunned crowd, “technoblade, why don’t you come up here?” your neck nearly snaps with how hard you turned to look at him. was he working for schlatt? you asked yourself for a moment before seeing how surprised and concerned he was, looking around and having no response to the president. techno glances at you for a moment. both of you seem hesitant on what to do but with an unsettling feeling in his stomach, techno tridents his way to the large stage podium. you can barely keep yourself focused on everything. the whispers of everyone around, the choking atmosphere, and knowing that tubbo might just be in danger of losing a life. your mind is fuzzy as you can’t listen to a word of what schlatt is saying. you can hear snippets but it doesn’t go through your mind. you hear nothing. but then you hear everything.
“take care of the traitor. take care of him.” schlatt’s graveled voice suddenly feels grating to hear.
“you want me to get him- get him some breakfast?” techno’s voice is muffled and yet so clear. 
“no…” niki’s cries are unheard as they’re overpowered by the shattering of your heart and the aching of your brain. you wished you could comfort her.
“he won’t. he won’t. he won’t! he’s on our side!” wilbur? when did he get here? how long has he been here? you’re getting rusty, old woman. you shouldn’t have retired, you idiot.
“techno, i need you to take him out.” take him out…?
“to dinner?”
“no! not to dinner! i want you to kill him!” schlatt’s voice screeches through the microphone as techno oh’s in realization. 
“techno, you don’t need to do this!”
“it’s- it’s a festival today schlatt…”
you can see him hold his crossbow. he’s gonna do it… he doesn’t have much of a choice. not when they don’t know that he’s with pogtopia. suddenly you’re aware of how surrounded you are, marburg citizens were all in the crowd. you were sure that if techno or you made a wrong move, you would both lose a life.
“i’m sorry tubbo.”
“t-techno?”
your mouth is dry, failing to say anything to help techno in this situation. the battle of the lake was different, it wasn’t this. at least with a battle, you didn’t need to think about what to do. but to be fair, it’s not like you even tried to do any thinking at the time. but either way, this wasn’t a battle. this was an execution.
“i will try to make this as painless and as colorful as possible, tubbo.” techno can only mutter but the mic just barely picks it up.
“technoblade…” 
“tubbo, i’m sorry! i’m being subjected to mild amounts of peer pressure.”
“DO IT TECHNOBLADE!”
with a yell, techno fires off the fireworks to tubbo. the thundering boom of the fireworks rings in your ears as you try and cover them to soften noise, just for a little bit. of course it didn’t help but there was nothing else you can think of doing. your feet frozen in place as you watch tubbo die. and soon everyone else would too. you can see the bloodthirst in techno’s eyes as he loads the bow again. so much was happening at once. tommy landed himself onto the podium in tears as he looks at where tubbo’s body lays. he was distraught at techno’s betrayal.
but techno could only see blood.
and you needed to run.
everyone who survived techno’s reign of fireworks is fleeing in panic, including yourself. you can only trip over your feet before using your own trident to get away, going in the same direction as techno while everyone was yelling to get tommy. why didn’t they bother with techno after killing so many citizens? that was something beyond your understanding really. the government ruling over manburg was a really bad one to say the least if they were doing such public executions. what a government that was.
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Can I ask for headcannons for different versions of Wilbur x child reader where the reader notices wilbur is feeling sad and reader brings some of their favorite things to Wilbur. Like some of their favorite toys, their special blanket, and their favorite snacks. Reader brings them to Wilbur because, "These make me feel happy maybe it'll make you happy too!"
I cried. I'm crying. 😭😭😭
Warnings: Very Sad, death, general depressive themes, intense sibling fighting
ATTENTION ALL YOU WEIRDOS: THE BURSONAS WILL BE REFERRED TO AS THE READERS FATHER/ADOPTER IN THESE AND THAT IS ALL. BACK OFF FOUL DEMONS WITH YOUR PEDOPHILIA!!
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Simpbur/Dadbur
For a little backstory, your mother hadn't exactly been around. She died in other words and poor Wilbur never really learned to cope with that loss
He's a great dad to you and really tries his best. He can't afford you proper schooling so at the age of four you began your homeschool experience
Wilbur does anything for you. He watches movies and tucks you in. He kisses you goodnight and goodmorning. He watches video upon video of how to do this or that or make this or that just to see his little Star smiling
So, when your mother's anniversary comes along you hear Wilbur crying. He's trying to muffle it as it is indeed four in the morning, but everyone knows sometimes you just can't help it. You know how hard your father works, you know he's sad.
So what does Wilbur do for you when you're sad? He gives you your blanket or your favorite stuffed toy that's been washed too many times. He makes you a snack and hugs to close with apologies and answers to the universe.
"Daddy?"
"What is it my little Star? Why are you awake?"
"I heard you crying."
"Oh, I'm sorry little one. C'mon let's go back to bed."
"You're crying about Mama aren't you?"
Wilbur is gobsmacked you know what it was. He hardly notices the assorted things you carry.
"Yes, yes I'm crying about Mama. I miss her Little Star."
"I miss Mama too, so here. You always give me these things when I'm sad so maybe they'll help you too."
He cries harder at the thought and hugs you. You ask him why he's still crying and he responds.
"These are happy tears Little Star. You make me so happy."
C!L'manbur
Everyone gets stressed and everyone says and does things they don't mean.
You and Fundy never truly got along. He was older by a fair sum and you hardly a toddler during the times of the founding of L'manberg. Your Father, Wilbur Soot, was so passionate about the cause he was fighting for you were often left in the care of Tubbo.
One day you were finally able to spend time with your Dad and Fundy was there as well. You never understood why the fox man didn't like you. You never understood the cruelty he shot at you
You just knew every time he got away with it, Wilbur was there to patch the scraped knee and wipe the tears. The only toy you ever received was a little bear dressed in a L'manberg uniform with black buttons for eyes. Wilbur gave that too you
And you gave it to Wilbur the time that Fundy didn't get away with the harsh words.
"Why would you say that to them?! They're your sister/brother/sibling!"
"They're a child! They don't belong here! They're derailing our entire agenda!"
"Would you rather me send them with Tubbo to do his spy work?! Or perhaps Eret would like a bargaining chip!"
"That's not what I meant Wilbur!"
"Then stop being a prick to them! You're right, they're a child and I would rather them not be here to see this war but its the safest place for them right now!"
"What about the rest of us?! The rest of us who wish they weren't here at all to begin with!"
There's a crack of something and the voices stop. You heard heavy footsteps and a sniff. You heard a small pleading voice asking, apologizing.
Then the door slams and there are muffled tears. You gather Sir Poggers (the bear named by Tommy of course) and push open the door.
Wilbur doesn't seem to notice you and is indeed the one crying. His glasses swing from his fingers while his other hand presses against his eyes. He heaves and sobs and you nearly cry just watching.
You set the bear on Wilbur's knee and watch as he flinches and sniffs. He looks at you with bleary eyes and a runny nose.
"You gave me Sir Poggers when I fell and cried. I heard a noise so I think you fell, which is why you're crying."
Wilbur takes the bear and examines the button eyes loose from months of wear and tear.
"Yeah I did didn't I little Star. Thank you."
Wilbur hugs you and tells you a story about a salmon and a killer whale who met and fell in love.
Pogbur/Vilbur
(this HC follows the previous)
Wilbur never had a lot of time for you anymore which was fine. You were finally of age to be participating in the war effort just in time for your fathers nation to slip away.
Fundy tolerated you now but the two of you still didn't talk much. If at all.
You spent a lot of time with your Uncle Tonmy and Tubbo and Technoblade. You farmed and fought and quarreled. But you wanted your father
Wilbur still had Sir Poggers. You saw it on his makeshift desk when you got to visit him. It sat by a picture of a salmon you only assumed was Fundy's mother Sally. You had never asked who your mother was. She was never really in the picture.
"Hey Dad? Everything alright?"
"Y/N? What're you doing?"
No 'Little Star' or 'Starshine' in Pogtopia. Wilbur was flat with you. Scared even at times. You knew he was down two lives from the war. Schlatt influencing the second to fall.
"I came to ask a question, but if you're busy"
"No no, come sit. What's your question?"
"Who's my Mum?"
"Why do you want to know?"
This was a question that could go so many ways.
"Maybe I want to go visit her. Get to know the other half of my genetics."
"Live with her you mean?"
"Yeah maybe."
"What's wrong with Pogtopia?"
"It's dark Wilbur, and gloomy and you're not nice anymore."
"Y/N M/N Soot you will not be leaving Pogtopia to live with someone who didn't give a damn about your birth."
"Seems like I'm doing that anyway!"
Its still and quiet and deathly cold. Wilbur stares at you and tears slip from your eyes.
"You don't know how much I care about you Little Star, so you are going to take that back and go to your room right. The fuck. Now."
So you go but you don't take back your words. If there's one thing you got from Wilbur it was pride. Every word that leaves your mouth is purposeful whether to sting or poison completely.
You hear him yelling down the hall at someone, probably Tommy, and you flinch. You think of Sir Poggers and how it was so different when you were young and unscathed from violence. Before Wilbur went mad.
You looked to your sleeping area. The the bookshelf that held hardly any books. One stood out. One called Atlas Shrugged. You loved that book. You read it almost every year since Wilbur taught you to read.
You grab the colored paperback and leave you room. Wilbur is no where to be found so on his desk you leave a note with the book and Sir Poggers sitting close by.
'I'm sorry, I know you're stressed. Enjoy some quality time in the pages to unwind. Love you,
Starshine'
You went to sleep that night content with your good deed.
Ghostbur
(this HC follows the previous)
Ghostbur remembers you vividly. There are some dark spots but the more populated lighter ones are bright and joyful. They're his favorites.
He loves you, his little Starshine though not so little anymore. This makes him sad.
"Ghostbur, why are you crying?"
"You're so big now Starshine. I missed you."
Ghostbur is very emotional in general but when he realizes he hardly even remembers the last moments with you it makes him break down
"You grew up too fast. I-I don't remember seeing you get so tall."
"Ghostbur I'm still here. I'm right here."
You'd hug him and he hold you tight like he did when you were a child though he didn't truly remember that.
"I'm so sorry Starshine, I missed it all."
There wasn't much you could do for Ghostbur. Atlas Shrugged had been blown to hell and Sir Poggers was never found.
"You're here now, Ghostbur. That's all that matters."
You have to really assure him when he's upset, especially about you.
"Say, do you remember when I was real young? And we went crawfish hunting?"
Ghostbur didn't but it sounded like something that was fun and distracting. You lit up at the memory and he would beam.
"Y-yeah a little."
Instead of giving Ghostbur something you did something with him. You stood in the water and him on the sand. You turned over rock after rock and plucked little crawfish from their stones. Ghostbur smiled and no tears hissed against his skin.
Revivebur
(Warning: Mentions of Death)
Alivebur. Ghostbur. Dad.
Titles he didn't deserve anymore.
He was Revivebur. Changed and anew. A Phoenix from the ashes.
You were no longer Little Star. Nor Starshine. You were grown, and like Fundy, you were pissed.
"You think you can just come back into my life?"
Wilbur is hurt by your words. By your sharp tongue and burning gaze. This wasn't the child he raised.
"Please Y/N, give me another chance."
He begs and pleads. He gets on his knees and clasps his hands before you. Wilbur is pitiful as he grovels for your forgiveness.
His Little Starshine. His heavens and earth.
Poor Fundy...
"You leave them alone, Wil. You've skipped out on them same as you did me."
He's grown to pity you. Your brother via father is now on your side. He understands.
"Fundy please, I know I've done you both over but I'm begging you. Death changed me."
Wilbur's words do nothing. He's not the only one who has felt the bite of Death's cold sword.
"It changed us too."
You lost your first life in Wilbur's explosion. Your second as a bargaining chip for a disc. Tommy and Tubbo had taken it upon themselves to finish raising you but children are not exactly fit to raise an even younger child.
So, Fundy took the job and did great influencing his sibling's final years without Wilbur's input.
"Y/N, Starshine, you can't honestly believe I would abandon you."
"You did it to Brother."
"And that was a mistake I'll never stop regretting."
"Why should I trust you Wilbur?"
"I'm your Dad."
"Lot of good that did your head when you blew up the nation and got Grandad to kill ya didn't it? Lot of good that did when you left me and Funds to keep on after you was gone. Lot of good that does when I'm on my last leg without a notion if you're gonna blow me and my friends up again."
There are a lot of things said. A lot of teeth bared and a lot of shots fired.
You'll stand there in silence and tears will fall for what seems like the first time in years. Because it has been years. It's been years since Wilbur has held you or anyone has been there for you in only a Father can be there.
So, Wilbur hugs you. He pulls you close and you both fall to your knees. It's quiet and a streak of white tickles your neck.
You return the embrace and you both sit there.
Revivebur
(But it follows the request 🥲)
Revivebur adopted you from the streets of Las Nevadas the one time he was able to sneak in without Quackity immediately kicking him out.
You were a scruffy little kid and fought him tooth and nail on almost everything but he kept you. Wilbur kept you safe.
Tommy encouraged shenanigans and felt like a kid again, Wilbur could tell.
You learned how to cook burgers with him, and terrorized Ranboo to near quitting the business together.
"Fiesty one you got Wil."
Ranboo regarded you with caution.
"I know right?! They're incredible."
Wilbur did nothing but praise you. You were smart and quick. Your tongue sharper than his own and words became a weapon with your voice. Wilbur taught you how to phrase things.
He taught you to study and tip toe around sentences spoken to you. He taught you how to form your words around another's to get what you wanted.
Maybe not the best Father Child bonding activity, but its what he knew he couldn't screw up.
Wilbur was a good father to you. You loved him, you soon realized, and nothing could change that.
"See that Starshine? It's all about tone and staying cool."
One of Wilbur's arguments with Quackity had escalated and a crude punch or two had been thrown. Your father's eye was already beginning to bruise and although he attempted to hide it, you saw the tears threatening to slip past his mask.
"Why do you let him yell at you? Why don't we just leave Las Nevadas?"
"Because, Little Star, Big Q doesn't mean anything by what he says. He's just a little flustered is all."
Wilbur believes his words so you do as well.
"C'mon, lets so cook up some Fire Res."
Wilbur found potions to be a distraction. You liked to watch the liquids fizzle and boil and change as the properties mixed into the substances.
Wilbur's favorite was Invis. You liked Leaping. It made your chest feel light and with a good enough start and some slime you sneak from Quackity's reserve you feel like you're flying.
Quackity stopped by again.
"Keep your kid out of my supplies Wilbur, or were really going to have some issues."
"It's a few slime blocks Big Q, its not like they're taking diamonds."
"You haven't got a clue. Even dirt is essential to my place. Keep em out or I'll handle it myself."
There's clanking of bottles and a shattering sound. You don't hear the next words leaving your father's mouth.
"You touch Y/N and I'll burn that damn casino and everything and everyone inside it alive."
Wilbur's a man of his word and Quackity leaves.
That night Wilbur doesn't talk to you about the slime blocks but your promise yourself to put them back.
The next days are strange. Slimes, the humanoid ones that patrol the casino, stare at the van as you flip burgers. Some even dare venture through the forest and watch you from behind trees. Wilbur shoots fireworks at the walls each time he sees a green blobby man stop and look and personally hunts down any that get within a thirty block distance of the van.
Wilbur screams at the walls by night and send cigarette butts and fireworks flying at them by day. He curses at the guards and calls for Quackity to get his 'pervy green blobbed freaks' away from his side of the pond.
You hear him as you sleep. You hear him crying and your chest tightens.
"Leave Dad alone."
"Kid, you're the reason we have problems."
"Leave him alone and call off your creepy ass slime people."
"They're not creepy!"
"They're pretty creepy Q."
"Who are you to be making demands? Your what, 7?"
"11 and I've returned all your 'precious' slime blocks so either call off your crew or I'll use em to make my own blocks."
You record this conversation. Negotiation. And take it back to the van where you cook a bottle of Invis and Swiftness which you've just learned to make. You leave the items and recording where Wilbur will find them.
There's no shouting and crying that night. Quackity's slime people leave you alone and Wilbur does nothing but smile and recount the conversation back to you with funny voices and comedic gestures thrown in.
"You did so well Little Star."
Wilbur hugs you and everything's okay again.
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Okay...hm...Revivebur's first one isn't coherent with the request at all. BUT it's a good piece and I didn't want to delete it soooo....I'm really sorry.
Edit: I've just finished writing his second one and it doesn't really fit either but its still good...
I hope you like the others though!
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horde-princess · 2 years
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The queer ex-fundie experience of feeling like a monster disguised as a human & struggling to keep your true self hidden from everyone but it keeps breaking through anyway. and maybe part of you wants it to
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bad268 · 1 year
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Bluff (C! Slimecicle X Reader)
Fandom: Dream SMP
Requested: Day 20 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!
Warnings: none.
Pronouns: None used
W.C. 247
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
Writing Inktober 2022 Materlist
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“Y/N from Las Nevadas, what are you doing?” Charlie asked as he walked up to the betting table I was sitting at. It is a fun game of bullshit that Purple, Fundy, and I started to pass the time. “That looks fun.”
“It’s called Bullshit, Charlie,” I turned to explain to him before looking back to the game as I placed four cards face down on the stack. “Four kings.”
“Bullshit, Y/N/N! I have at least one king!” Fundy shouted, reaching for the top four cards. To his disappointment, they were all kings. “Wait, what? Then what do I have?” He frantically searched through his cards, but in the end, he could not find the king he mentioned earlier. “Oops, it was a queen,” he grumbled, picking up the rest of the cards in the pile.
“Can I learn to play?” Charlie asked as he pulled up a chair next to me.
“Charlie, you need to master the art of bluffing before you can learn this game,” I laughed. Quackity came by, saying that he needed Purple and Fundy for something, so the three of them left, leaving me and Charlie.
“Well, what is bluffing, Y/N from Las Nevadas? I bet I could learn!” He responded enthusiastically. 
“You try to deceive everyone of your true intentions,” I explained. 
“Are you saying I have to lie, Y/N from Las Nevadas?” He sounded offended.
“Basically, but if you do it right, you make money.”
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polished-andesite · 6 months
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hello! I’m going to try to create a masterlist of everyone and their roles that’s its own post so it’s easier to find. If you are participating in project daydream, if you could reply to or reblog this with your name, role, url, and pronouns, that’d be great! Might tag people if no one sees this. Beginnings of list under cut!
Techno (myself) - @polished-andesite, Apri or April, all pronouns
badboyhalo, ponk, dream, fundy - @chocolate-milk, Elias/yellow/milk, he/they or bug/bugs
Wilbur/skeppy - @lightanew, Orange, all pronouns
Eret, foolish: - @knight-of-the-wastes (eret), Cal/X, all pronouns
tubbo, schlatt - @dozinganddoodling (tubbo), @vampiricstupor (schlatt), Epic, they/them
Nikki, quackity - @theskiesandback (Nikki) @fortuneandfate (quackity), Azure/Aries, they/xem/fates
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mcyt-peach · 2 years
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that’s great! I’m the person who asked if u wrote for c!quackity :)
do u think u could write headcanons and/or a small dialogue section of c!quackity falling in love with the reader after his breakup with c!sapnap and c!karl?
(bonus points if the reader is dream’s little sister who’s a cute lamb and very king :0)
c!quackity falling in love with dream's lamb!sister
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⋆。˚ summary: Quackity never thought he'd open up again after the loves of his lives left, but here you come, proving him wrong
⋆。˚ pairing: c!quackity x fem!reader
⋆。˚ warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions of abandonment
⋆。˚ note: returning to my roots with a c!quackity piece I hope you enjoyed this piece b/c it was so fluffy <3
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maybe creating a whole nation based on the intense need to feel control after a bad breakup was a bit dramatic, but Quackity always lived by the “go big or go home” rule
Las Nevadas had become home to an odd crew, a fox with daddy issues, a god... shark... person? and an alien with a penchant for mercenary work
which is why you’re such a breath of fresh air when you wander your way into town
for the first time since his fiancés ran off, Quackity feels that squeeze in his heart at your kind smile
you don’t belong here, if the ears on top of your head are any indication, a lamb hybrid like yourself belongs in some meadow somewhere, not this desert paradise for the disturbed
but here you were all the same, prancing along the streets and peering in at the shiny displays
he tried to stay away, he’ll swear it up and down, but there was something about you that drew Quackity in, despite his better judgement
but when you plop down at the counter when he’s on bar duty, he doesn’t have much of a choice but to talk to you (at least that’s the excuse he gives)
you tell him your life story over an extra sweet shirley temple, how your brother, who remains unnamed, kept you stuck in a faux meadow your whole life, afraid you’d be targeted
“Targeted? Why would anyone try and hurt such a sweet thing like you.” you blush at his words, because of course you do, and turn your eyes away from him
“Well, he said it was because of these,” your finger points to your hybrid features, “but I think he was just a bad person.”
your lip quivers at the thought and Quackity desperately wants to do whatever he can to get your smile back
he knows what you won’t say, your brother’s actions being too obvious to look past, but something about the way you smile shyly into your drink wipes away every thought that you could be working for Dream
“Tell you what, you stay here and I’ll make sure your brother doesn’t come looking for you, yeah?”
your shining eyes are enough to give him a heart attack and with that, you’ve become a resident of Las Nevadas
it should be obvious, but you get along with everyone perfectly, you share Charlie and Foolish’s sense of compassion and Fundy and Purpled help teach you to be proud of your hybrid side
but it’s Quackity you stick by most, after learning of his past on one of your many nightly chats
your heart breaks at the betrayal he went through and you make a silent promise to never make him worry that you’ll leave
not that you’d ever want to, with the way he picks you up from your shifts and walks you home, which soon becomes his home as well
you’ve fit yourself into his family and he finally, finally stops feeling alone
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heyscene-slvt · 7 months
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C!tommyinnit x reader
Pt1
-this is written in the 2020 exile era btw :) enjoy, school might delay more parts coming out but ill try my best-
-angst-
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I'm sorry tommy, I'm sorry" "Dream-" tommy tryst to get another joke in, egnoring tubbo then gets interrupted "Tommy I'm sorry." Tubbo says in a more serious tone as he looks behind him to where tommys standing. Tubbo looks back at dream hesitantly. "Dream, I've come to the decision... that it would be best for the nation, the most logical thing to do,"
"For tommy to be 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 from lmanburg."
"Teaming with technoblade is am awful idea, it's an awful idea-" tubbo says, trying away from Dream and looking at tommy, "We just had this conversation!?" Fundy yells, defending tommy "no, no, ok. It's awful" tubbo continues as quackity yells at him "What are you doing tubbo?"
The yelling continues, just a back and forth between everyone on the platform, as tommy stays silent staring at tubbo with the most bewildered expression on his face.
"Nothing war is not the best of this nation-" "Tubbo.." "Nothing! Evolving any kind of conflict is for the best of this nation, ok. You guys are thing emotionally, irrationally! You need to think logically, it's more then just us four that live here."
Tubbo shouts, the others silent as tubbo continues his rant
"War is gonna bring destruction, terror, ok. A new regime that we don't want to imforce appon our citizens."
"Tubbo.. we just agreed on this-" "WE JUST HAD A FUCKING CONVERSION WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" quackity yells interrupting fundy, "Tubbo what the.. tubbo what the fuck, why??" Tommy finally spoke up "what the fuck, what the fuck man? I-" "Be quiet ok! Be quiet.. you have undermined my authority from the get go. Ok, all of you, no one here has respect in me. You all jump on these martial band wagons of destruction, it's not..it's not ok.. and its- you definitely don't have the best interest for this nation at heart. And you have made that more apparent then ever before today." Tubbo argued.
"Tubbo- you agreed that this is what you'd- why would you go back on the.." Tommys
Tommy began to zone out, clutching his arm as he proceeded what was happening. Dream grabbed Tommy's wrist and began pulling him to the docks.
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