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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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currently thinking about my crush on father fragrance but i have a violent fear of spiders so. x reader and show theres nothing to be scared of or somethign cute

awww that's such a good idea!!!

• Schlatt doesn't outwardly look like a spider all the time

• He finds it cumbersome and a pain in the ass to try and fit through small doorways with four extra arms protruding from his back. Trips over himself and curses up a storm when that happens, so he just started opting to appear more human

• That's why he nearly jumped out of his skin the first time you screamed when seeing his true form

• "Jesus kid! You've got a set of lungs on you."

• It takes a second for him to realize that you're not laughing with him and instead standing frozen, a look of terror on your face

• The most anyone had ever done when seeing him like this for the first time was jumping lightly or being a bit curious about how it worked, having an extra set of limbs and all

• "You okay there?"

• You'd scrambled back, trying to steady your breathing the best you could without tearing your eyes away from the pincers protruding from his mouth

• "Spiders. Scary. Phobia."

• Ah so that explained why you had practically turned to stone in front of him

• He had run a hand through his hair with a long sigh, thinking on his feet (all of them I should mention) about how to resolve this

• After a moment of concideration, he sat down on the floor in front of you and tied his hair back, rubbing two hands together as he started to work

• You watched, fear still coursing through your veins as you watched him. But you had to admit, the longer you watched him scrunch up his face in concentration, the more you came to realize this was still your Schlatt. Not one of those scary demon insects you'd find lurking in attics

• "Here. Look, not so scary anymore right?"

• In his hands, he now held a little trinket. A small cat, spun from what looked to be shiny yarn. But you knew better, having watched him spin the spiderwebs into a figure just for you

• Cautiously, you began to approach him, the task proving easier and easier after you caught sight of his barely contained smile—the hybrid happy you were trusting him

• "I know it's a bit weird, but jeez I didn't know you were so terrified of spiders." He scratched the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle as you settled onto the floor next to him, still eyeing the cat in his hands. "Figured you would be used to the weirdness of this place by now, with a pub called the pube after all."

• "It's alright Schlatt." You offered your hand out to him, silently asking if you could place it on his shoulder for reassurance. To which he obliged. "Just don't bite me or spin me in a web or anything."

• He barked out a harsh laugh, squeezing your hand

• "Yeah whatever. Just don't expect this sappy shit too often."

• "Whatever you say fragrance man."

#jschlatt #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #schlatt x reader #osmp #osmp x reader #father fragrance #father fragrance x reader #request #x reader #drabble #mcyt #mcyt x reader #c!schlatt

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gigglesandghasts · 2 years

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Do you write or draw tickle content for the DSMP, OSMP, Hermitcraft, other Minecraft SMPs, or IRL MCYT? Are you interested in participating in a fic/art exchange at the end of this year? If so, keep reading for information about Giggles And Ghasts!

Giggles And Ghasts is a "Secret Santa" fic/art exchange, just for the MCYT tickling community. After signing up, you will be assigned a prompt that someone else submitted. You will then write a fic or draw a piece of art using that prompt. Another participant (your "Santa") will receive a prompt that you submitted, and do the same. Participants will post all completed works during December. This is when everyone will find out the identity of their "Santa"!

How to join:

Fill out this Google Form by October 5th. (It will ask for a method of contacting you, prompts you would like someone else to write/draw, and some additional information to help assign a prompt that works for you.)

Wait to receive a prompt. Distribution of prompts will begin during the end of October.

Write or draw the prompt you were given!

Post your finished work at any time during December and tag the person who requested your prompt. This is when your "Santa" will post, as well!

General rules:

This is a strictly SFW event. NSFW blogs, blogs with "minors DNI" in their description, or "SFW" kink/fetish blogs are not welcome to join.

Don't sign up if you don't plan on writing/drawing your prompt! If you end up backing out due to real life events, poor mental health, other responsibilities, or other things that are out of your control, that's fine. However, to make this event successful, all participants must try to complete their part.

Do not knowingly request prompts that violate creators' boundaries. (@//smp-boundaries is a great resource if you're unsure.)

Keep in mind that your work is a gift to someone else. Don't rush it!

Writing guidelines:

Fics must be at least 250 words.

Writing a "full fic" (rather than a "drabble"/"ficlet") is encouraged. Remember: you'll have at least a month to complete it!

Art guidelines:

It doesn't matter how "good" your art is, as long as you put some effort into it.

This should be obvious, but do not steal or trace other artists' work.

To make this event successful, there will need to be many participants. The more, the merrier. Even if you don't consider yourself to be a writer/artist, come give it a try! It's a great way to practice your skills and to create something that will make someone else happy.

All future updates related to Giggles And Ghasts will be posted on this blog. If you have any questions about the event, please message either this blog or its owner, @bumbleleewrites.

Reblogs are very appreciated to help this event reach as many people as possible! Happy creating!

Note for anyone who knows about Squealing Santa (an event hosted in the TFB community): it is worth mentioning that although this event takes inspiration from its format, they are not related. Giggles And Ghasts was not created to compete with Squealing Santa. It was made so that the MCYT community can have its own specific event.

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #hermitcraft tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle art

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 years

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hello! for the drabbles thing, how about ctubbo playing with michael? or osmp!scott and sparklez getting into some mischief (intentionally or unintentionally, up to you)

Alright second prompt done :D I went with the c!tubbo and michael one, and it went over 1k by uh. well. well I hope you like it :D!!

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For the Arctic, Tubbo had expected it to be a lot colder. Even as the wind bellowed against the windows and snow piled in front of the door, the inside was a burning haven of peace.

Things were very different from Snowchester. The snow fell heavy, for one, and was continuous. There were few hours in the day where it wasn't at least slightly snowing—and even then, the wind would be kicking it off the ground. Aside from that, the closest body of water was a river. Watching an oceanside sunset was no longer a possible pastime, not that Tubbo frequently did so.

But some things were still the same. Tubbo was still able to eat a hearty meal and tuck his son into bed. He was still able to fall asleep in his own soft bed, knowing he was safe for another night.

Alone, but safe.

It was enough, and Tubbo had always scraped by on enough.

He tried not to think about it. With the syndicate helping him settle, he wasn't in the mood for complaining. Like most mornings, Tubbo stomached his doubts and grit his teeth, ready to bear it for another day.

But unlike most mornings, Tubbo was greeted by a front door that wouldn't open.

He tried the button and—figuring the thing had simply broken as the door whined but didn't move—went to force it open. He'd be sure to thank Ghostboo for deciding that an iron door that opened outwards was perfect for below freezing temperatures and definitely didn’t sting like a bitch to press against.

The door didn’t budge an inch despite his best efforts, and as Tubbo noticed that his curtains were doing a surprisingly good job at keeping light out, the reality of the situation revealed itself to him. Tubbo ran upstairs as fast as he could, rushing over to his bedroom windows.

Much like he thought, and to his dismay, there was snow blocking the door.

At second glance, as his eyes adapted to the light of the morning sun, Tubbo realized it wasn’t just his door. Around his house all the way across the field to Phil and Techno’s cabins was a layer of snow at least six feet tall.

Ah.

That certainly soured his plans for the day.

Tubbo was quick to hurry over to his bedside table and grab his comm. He sent a message to Phil. Thankfully, the man was punctual enough that day, responding in just a moment.

Ph1lza - Hi m8

Tubbo_Beloved - o/

Ph1lza - o/

Tubbo_Beloved - I'm stuck in my house

Tubbo_Beloved - there's too much snow

Ph1lza - can't dig out?

Tubbo_Beloved - doors jammed

Ph1lza - K. In basement, probably have to dig out

Ph1lza - I’ll get you after

Tubbo sighed. As much as he trusted Phil to follow through, chances were it would take at least an hour for him to dig himself out, and even if he flew over the snow and just focused on giving Tubbo’s door enough room to open, it would likely still take most of the day. At least the hours with sunlight.

With reluctant acceptance of how things were going to go today, Tubbo set his comm down and made his way back to the stairs. It wasn’t the first time his plans had been thrown to the wind, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

His first priority was breakfast and waking up Michael. There were still things to do inside.

Michael's room wasn't very big and neither was the house, but all things considered, Tubbo thought it was for the best. Though the house in the commune was built for just one person, Tubbo had had no choice but to live there. With Dream free from prison, Sam and however many others looking for ways to control people—well, suffice to say that living around the blood god and the angel of death made people less likely to target Tubbo.

Besides, Snowchester felt far too empty to properly live in. Jack had run off, Foolish was back to work in the desert, Puffy was just never around. It wasn't a thriving commune anymore, and with everything going on, the last thing Tubbo needed was to have less access to people.

And the mansion itself was too empty. That home made for three would've been so much worse than a tiny house in the snow.

So Michael had a small room, something Tubbo had hastily dug out and decorated. It was warm at least, with a comfy bed and plenty of pillows. Michael didn’t seem to mind that it was dug into the mountainside that was the back wall of their house, as much like all mornings, Tubbo found the little guy peacefully resting.

Tubbo approached his son quietly, resting a hand on Michael's shoulder and gently shaking him awake. The boy blinked once then twice, slowly coming to as Tubbo gave him a soft smile.

"Morning, buddy."

Michael yawned softly and stretched, curling up in the warm red blanket.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Michael didn't reply, simply grunting and burying his face in the soft fabric.

Tubbo ruffled the kid's hair. "Come on, it's a snow day. We can make something together."

At that, Michael shot up, tiredly doing his best to sign back a question.

"Snow day?"

Tubbo nodded. "Yeah, uh—we're not really going anywhere."

Michael smiled after a moment, sleepily giggling as he hopped out of bed, grabbing his dad's hand and dragging him out into the hall.

"Oh—okay! Okay!" Tubbo laughed, letting Michael drag him along to the kitchen. "We'll just make some pancakes, alright?"

Once the two were fed, and both fully awake, Tubbo stepped away from the table.

Even though they were trapped inside, that didn't mean the world would stop turning. There were farms in the basement that needed upgrades, and it had been a while since Tubbo had gone mining. Some new resources could certainly be helpful considering the state of most of his items. Not to mention that there were redstone machines Tubbo was considering making that needed to be planned out.

Tubbo began to clean up quickly, washing off plates and setting them back into the cupboards before turning for the stairs.

There was still a lot to do, even—

At the sound of knocking against wood, Tubbo turned again. At his spot at the table, Michael titled his head, his brow furrowed.

"I thought it was a snow day." Michael signed.

Tubbo nodded. "Yeah, there's too much snow to go out."

Michael only looked more confused. "Why are you going upstairs?"

Tubbo paused for a second, his hand lightly pressed to the railing, trying to understand what was bothering Michael. It wasn't like Tubbo never left the house to do work, he certainly wouldn't say the five year old had attachment issues. Even back at the mansion, back in Snowchester, Michael never complained when Tubbo left home.

Of course, snow days happened there every so often and Tubbo always liked to stay home with Michael during them, but…

Oh.

Michael didn't want Tubbo to leave since he always played games with his dad on snow days.

Tubbo took a step back from the stairs, letting his hand drop to his side.

Could he spend the day with Michael? It would be nice to relax but there were a lot of things that had to be done.

Granted, none of the chores or house maintenance needed to be immediately taken care of, but with his free time, Tubbo could easily get it all done.

But the world had basically forced him inside. It had forced him to slow down.

Maybe… maybe Tubbo could just relax for a day. It wouldn't be the end of the world, after all. And it would make Michael happy.

Tubbo forced a soft smile. "Well, I was just gonna get dressed. We can play hide and go seek after."

Michael smiled as well, quickly scoffing down the rest of his pancake and rushing out of his seat.

As ridiculous as it felt to spend the entire day playing games with a five year old, Tubbo couldn't find it in himself to dislike the decision. Michael was smiling, and the chores could wait.

Tubbo dressed quickly and hurried back downstairs to help Michael get dressed as well. Once they were both ready for their day, Michael tapped Tubbo on the face and gave a quick sign of "you're hunting!" before running off into the hall.

Tubbo sighed softly, covering his eyes as he counted to thirty. From elsewhere in the house, he could hear a sharp clattering, and he cringed as he could simply hope that wasn't any of his work-in-progress projects.

When he reached thirty, Tubbo stood and hurried off into the main room of the house. Michael had obviously gone into the workroom upstairs, if that noise was any indication, so Tubbo hurried up. He reached the room in seconds, looking around the small space.

There wasn't much there in the first place, mostly a desk, work table, and a few sliding drawers against the wall. Only a few places to hide.

Tubbo marched around slowly, putting just a little bit of extra weight down with each step on the quartz.

"Now," he hummed, "where is Michael?"

From just behind Tubbo, there was a little laugh, just enough air slipping through one's nose for him to hear.

Tubbo turned slowly, continuing to step sideways across the room. He eyed the work table and the sheet covering the sides with a barely contained smirk.

Tubbo approached the cupboards, bending down and opening one.

"Is he here?!" Tubbo loudly exclaimed, sighing dejectedly at the emptiness.

He waited a moment before continuing, repeating the search as he heard yet another giggle from the table.

Taking another minute to pace the room, Tubbo walked over to the door, letting out a loud groan.

"Guess he's downstairs." He mumbled, opening the door and shutting it.

After a few seconds, the table broke out in a fit of giggles. Tubbo wasted no time stepping as lightly as he could right over to it.

He let Michael think he'd succeed for just one more sweet second before he threw the cloth up, starling the boy underneath.

Michael yelped as Tubbo grabbed him, pulling him out from under the table and up into his arms.

"Hey!"

"I guess I found you." Tubbo laughed, ever so slightly pleased by the overdramatic frown on his son's face.

"You cheated!"

Tubbo chuckled as he lifted Michael up higher, setting the young piglin down on his shoulders. "Oh, I'm just so evil."

In some form of protest, Michael leaned back, letting himself fall against Tubbo's back. Thank Prime for Tubbo holding Michael by the legs when he did so, only straining for a moment to not drop the boy.

Michael huffed softly, earning another little laugh from Tubbo as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Do you want to be the hunter this time?"

Michael seemed to light up at the idea, and Tubbo set the boy down carefully.

Nearly instantly, Michael covered his face and Tubbo took a moment to realize he was meant to be running.

He was gonna do his very best, for sure.

A few knocks rang out against the metal door as the sun was just beginning to dim on the horizon, starling Tubbo from where he sat in Michael's bed.

He stood, setting down his book and hot chocolate with the promise he'd be back in just one moment.

Outside the door was Phil, who offered a gentle smile underneath his scarf and patterned toque. In one hand was a large rectangular shovel, and every part of him from his coat to his wing covers looked like they'd been dusted in snow. But there was a large gap in the snow that allowed Tubbo to open the door.

"Phil!" Tubbo cheered, looking at the snow wall. "Thank you boss man, really."

"Yeah, 'course mate. You two doing alright in there?"

Tubbo nodded.

"Glad to hear it." Phil glanced at the snow, reaching out to tap it with his knuckles. "This is really why you need a roof that isn't flat and actually goes over the front of your house."

Tubbo chuckled awkwardly, shrugging a little. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that.”

“Need any help with resources or planning?”

Tubbo paused for a moment, considering his options before shaking his head. “No, I’m reading with Michael right now. I’ll get to it later.”

Phil nodded and headed off, leaving Tubbo standing in his cold doorway for a few moments. He closed the door with a sigh, turning and walking back to Michael’s little bedroom.

The boy was all curled up in his blankets, shyly sipping on the steaming cup of cocoa. He smiled softly when Tubbo entered, and Tubbo smiled back, crawling up in the small bed next to him and picking the book back up.

“Alright, where were we?”

#long post #areus drabble #tubbo #michael_beloved #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #ask #ask box #thank you for the ask!#ellieloves2read #mutuals tag!!!

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sillykittyco · 2 years

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG B)

»»————-　👁INTRO👁　————-««

Hi! I'm Ghostbur. I use she / they / it + neos/xenos. This is my kinhelp blog!

»»————-　👁REQ INFO👁　————-««

»»————-　👁REQ TYPES👁　————-««

👁 Shufflemancies

👁 Stimboards

👁 Moodboards

👁 Validation

👁 Comfort

👁 Neopronoun suggestions

👁 Stim Headcanons

👁 Pride Flag Icons

👁 Drabbles

»»————-　👁SOURCES👁　————-««

»»————-　👁GAMES👁　————-««

👁 Minecraft

👁 Ark: Survival Evolved

👁 Subnautica

👁 Dawn

👁 Doors

👁 Creatures of Sonaria

👁 Dragon Adventures

👁 Apeirophobia

👁 Kaiju Paradise

👁 Pokemon(specifically the animals)

»»————-　👁MOVIES/SHOWS/YOUTUBE👁　————-««

👁 Backrooms

👁 Mandela Catalogue

👁 The Witcher

👁 Sanrio

👁 Stranger Things

👁 DSMP

👁 OSMP

👁 Third/Last/Double Life

»»————-　👁BOOKS👁　————-««

👁 Wings of Fire

👁 H2O / Storm

👁 The Hunger Games

👁 Eragon Trilogy

👁 The Bone Houses

👁 Foxcraft

»»————-　👁OTHER👁　————-««

👁 Bursonas

👁 Otherkin / Therians / Etc

👁 Aesthetics

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»—👁1-2 DIGITS👁—«

🌌 Anon,☀️ Anon, 🦊 Anon, 🍰 Anon, 🦋 Anon, 🎙 Anon, 🟩 Anon, 🌃 Anon, ⁉️ Anon, 💌 Anon, 🐏 Anon, 💙🩹 Anon, 🦋🪦 Anon, 🌾🪶 Anon, 📷✌️ Anon, 🌻🐄 Anon, 🔑⭐ Anon

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🟣👁️💜 Anon, 🍀🎙🔎 Anon,🕯️✨🧪 Anon

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N/A

»—👁TEXT👁—«

Toms ❤️🤍, Techno/Arctic

»»————-　👁WON'T DO👁　————-««

👁 Limbo / Trains / Train stations

👁 Gore / Blood / Horror

👁 Spiders / Centipedes

👁 Pics /Gifs / Art of c! Dream

👁 Yandere-related stuff

»»————-　👁DNI👁　————-««

👁 Basic DNI (Transphobic, homophobic, sexist, racist, anti mogai, etc) -Anti kin / self dx

👁 Proshippers / MAP(or NOMAP) / p0ppytwt

👁 Anti agere

👁 Kink / nsfw blogs

👁 Zoophiles / anything of the sort

👁 Sh0t4s/L0l1s

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Press the keep reading for all of the userboxes I have! Warning: It's very long lol

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windows-kinhelp · 2 years

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GHOSTBUR !!

INTRO !!

Hi! I'm Ghostbur, the first mod on this account! I use She / They / It + Neos

REQUEST TYPES !!

I can do:

* Shufflemancies

* Moodboards

* Stimboards

* Validation

* Comfort

* Pride Flag Icons

* Neopronouns

* ~400 Word Drabbles

* Stim hcs

BLACKLIST !!

I will not, and/or cannot do any of these things!

* Anything involving limbo/train stations

* Anything with gore, blood, spiders, centipedes

* Involves pictures/gifs of c! Dream

* Anything yandere-related

* Horror stuff

* Proshippers, minor shippers, etc etc!

SOURCES !!

* Minecraft

* Ark: Survival Evolved

* Subnautica

* Dawn

* Doors

* Creatures of Sonaria

* Dragon Adventures

* Apeirophobia

* Kaiju Paradise

* Pokemon(specifically the animals)

* Backrooms

* Mandela Catalogue

* The Witcher

* Sanrio

* Stranger Things

* DSMP

* OSMP

* Third/Last/Double Life

* Wings of Fire

* H2O / Storm

* The Hunger Games

* Eragon Trilogy

* The Bone Houses

* Foxcraft

* Bursonas

* Otherkin / Therians / Etc

* Aesthetics

I can do all other sources but sources on this list a) I can do source related validation/comfort, drabbles, and shufflemancies, and b) these will all be at the top of my priorities list!!

OTHER !!

If you ever need someone to talk to my discord is Gh0stlyL0ve<3#8670 and my personal tumblr is @gh0stkincafe! If its not obvious I do specialize in softer, cuter stff/aesthetics but I'm totally down to do whatevers NOT in my blacklist! Also I do specialize in age regression requests so feel free to send those in!! My mod tag is #ghostly~lullaby !

#ghostly~lullaby

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midnight-kin-cafe · 2 years

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Inbox check? /nf

ajsjdjdjffkkg i am so sorry i keep forgetting to complete reqs ( i haven't been taking my adhd med ;u; )

⋆ osmp! Niki stimboard

⋆ LL! LDShadowLady moodboard

⋆ comfort drabble for Ghostbur

⋆ Lily Evans hurt / comfort drabble

⋆ c! beeduo drabble

( i feel rlly bad about the drabbles because it's been so long since the asks were sent in ;-; /nm )

#★ ; hi friends ! — inbox check

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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Sleep. Please

by satetown

A slam of a door shattered through the quiet air, "Go to bed."

"Jesus, man! You can't do that," Tommy shouted, glaring, nose scrunched at Wilbur who so rudely interrupted his work flow, "You're gonna give me a 'eart attack, asshole."

Or;

Silly osmp drabble where Tommy will not sleep and Wilbur is going insane

Words: 410, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of crimeboys

Fandoms: Origins SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Phantom Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sleep Deprivation, Sleep, Brotherly Bonding, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Tommyinnit is a Menace (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Tired Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, Brothers, Fluff, No Angst, Alternate Universe - Origins Mod SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF), Hybrids

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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spelldicks · 3 months

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I want to flex my writing muscles... drabble requests are open! I'll take any ship from QSMP (I don't know much about it beyond the characters), DSMP, OSMP (a personal favorite of mine!), the life series, hermitcraft...

#I put a spell on you... (writing)

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amintyworld · 3 years

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I'm Like You - Origins SMP Oneshot

A/N: So... Origins SMP may be over but that won't stop me from posting this-! :D

Origins SMP please come back

Anyway here's some hurt/comfort more on the fluffy side. - Minty

TW: Blood/gore, mention of death, kidnapping, mention of chopping one's wings off, mention of selling body parts, almost drowning, cursing. (Let me know if I need to add anything else!)

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Phil remembered the day they found him - he was tangled in some seaweed and reeds, floating along in the water, leaving a trail of crimson red in his wake. The teenager's right wing was a shamble of blood and feathers, bruises and cuts littering his skin that ignited Phil's anger - he had half a mind to find that damn village and set it ablaze. But, his mind made sure the boy was the priority. Phil untangled him, thankful that the ocean hadn't let him float out to sea, and pulled him on land, quickly searching for a pulse and practically sighing in relief when he'd found one. Phil wondered how long the kid had been out here - he felt ice-cold to the touch, skin ghostly pale.

He remembered, holding the teenager close in his arms as he took off in the air, wondering why. Why would someone hurt a kid, a child, for something they couldn't control? Why would someone have so much hate in their hearts to land deadly hits on a defenseless person? Why then, after everything they did to him, did they leave him in the river to die? Phil never really got an answer that night as he returned toward Ghostbur's mansion on the mountain. He guessed that maybe the world just didn’t have an answer, or rather, they just didn’t have an answer he wanted to hear.

Phil’s roommate, a good-natured phantom called Ghostbur, practically rushed the kid upstairs to a bed, grabbing supplies before Phil even had a chance to explain what happened. “Ghostbur, you really shouldn’t-!” Phil huffed as he launched himself to the second level, grabbing his friend by the arm, feeling his friend’s body shake with adrenaline, emotion. “Wil, he’s got a broken wing - wings are very sensitive and extremely delicate, we need to be careful.” His hand reached up to steady his phantom friend. “Can you grab a couple of potions, bandages, as well as a needle and thread for me? I’ll work on cleaning him up.”

The phantom took a deep breath, silently phasing through the floor beneath his feet to grab the items Phil requested. He understood Ghostbur’s worry - damaged wings for winged creatures could quickly turn detrimental, it was a natural part of who they were, how they felt, and sensed danger around them. Without it, they’d feel incomplete, empty, but most importantly - they’d be in their most vulnerable state.

Phil’s fingers were soft and light as he cleaned out the wounded wing, picking out and straightening feathers that were stuck, misshapen, or out of place. Gently, using lukewarm water, he washed the dirt, rocks, and dried blood from the wound, careful to move slowly so as to not cause alarm to the kid. Ghostbur floated up next to him, placing the things he asked for on the bedside table, crossing his arms, and looking over to the teenager. “Is he gonna be okay, Phil?”

“I…” Phil sighed. “I dunno. The wound’s deep, half his flying feathers are gone… thank gods whoever left him had a shit aim, it looks like they were trying to take the wing off at the source.”

“Can you fix it?”

“...I can try.”

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Tommy’s head pounded, his body wrapped in a comforting warmth that practically screamed at him to sink into. His muscles ached for rest, but Tommy knew he needed to get moving. His head ached so much it made his brain go fuzzy as he struggled to remember what happened yesterday. He and Tubbo were moving to go collect some honey… Did he fall asleep again?

Tommy would admit it wouldn’t be the first time he found a good sunlight patch to catch a nap and the shulker hybrid had to carry him back to their base on the mountain. How long had he slept? Why was he still tired?

His ears perked up as he heard shuffling around him. His instincts began to flare, sending signals up his spine. Wait… the hunters… the hunters took him… Tubbo’s in danger-

He felt someone touch his wing, gently moving it toward themselves. His wing… they tried to take his wings, they wanted to sell them for money-! Tommy’s eyes snapped open. He wasn’t home. He didn’t know where he was and a stranger was touching his wing.

dangerdangerdanger-

Ignoring his body’s protests to rest, he leaped up, surprising the attacker as he tackled him toward the wall quickly to restrain him, pinning his neck with his arm. A crash sounded behind him but Tommy didn’t care. He was getting out of here and saving Tubbo no matter what. His eyes bore into the ill-intended stranger, ready for a fight. “Where am I?!”

The stranger’s eyes flicked up toward Tommy’s, at first matching his intense gaze before quickly softening, silent as he became acutely aware of the razor-sharp talons digging into his leg. “You’re in my house.” He did his best to keep his voice calm. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Where’s Tubbo?”

“Who-”

Tommy slammed the man back against the wall. “Don’t act dumb you fucker, where’s the shulk?!”

“I don’t know, okay?! Just-!”

Tommy’s eyes flicked over toward the window - an escape! He needed to get out of here, clearly Tubbo got taken somewhere else if the stranger didn’t know him. He needed to get free and… and come up with some kind of plan...yeah! Adrenaline pumping like mad from the close encounter, the stranger noticed his gaze as realization hit him.

“Wait… hold on, you really shouldn’t-!”

Tommy felt the wind flow underneath his wings, perched on the window ledge. They were achingly sore - who knows how long he’d been trapped here? Moving to crack a tense spot in his back, Tommy felt a sense of relief. He smiled, knowing that his wings wouldn’t be sore for much longer. They just needed to stretch.

Phil rushed forward, an inch too late as Tommy leaped from the building.

The teenager stretched his wings out to catch himself on the breeze, confident for the span of at least a minute. He closed his eyes like he usually did to better focus. Why couldn’t he feel his wings picking him up? Why wasn’t his body doing what he needed to - it was as simple as taking a step! Just stretch and glide on the breeze.

Stretch, and…

For the first time since the avian learned to fly, Tommy found himself crashing down onto the grass. Shame welled up in his stomach, paired with confusion. Hearing the door bang open behind him added to it all a twinge of fear. He stumbled, trying in vain to gather his bearings. Ignoring the sting of scratches from the crash, he ran into the forest.

“Wait! Mate, just wait for a second!”

The wind picked up through the trees, tangling through hair and setting practically every nerve on Tommy’s wings aflame. There was danger. He needed to fly. He needed to fly away, but… but he couldn’t. He was trapped and alone with hunters chasing him down to finish the job they started. He couldn’t stop running. He couldn’t, because if he did he could say goodbye to flying ever again. He’d never grow his wings back, and he’d look like a useless disgusting human.

He’d be normal.

Flying was the only hybrid skill, the only uniqueness about him. Tommy would rather die than ever have that stripped away from him. Chopping away bone, muscle, and feather - all in the interest of earning a few gold coins! Well, fuck them. His body barely running on energy as it was, his legs gave out on him as he fell to the ground again.

No. Please.

He heard footsteps, flipping around to see the blonde man. Pure fear gripped him for the first time in his life. He scooted backwards as the man tried to approach. Another pathetic attempt at escaping - why was he even trying anymore? His back hit a tree trunk, his wings shrinking back, as scared as he was. Yet, the blonde man moved closer.

“Stay back! Stay back, or…” Tommy struggled, quickly moving to grab a rock, holding it up in some sort of threat. As if a rock could take down a hybrid hunter. “...or I will mess you up, bro!”

The blonde man stopped walking forward. “Look, I know you’re confused and scared, I would be too. But I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Liar! I won’t let you take them!”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Take them…? I…” He looked down at the teenager in sympathy. “I don’t want your wings, I swear!”

“Bullshit!” Tommy yelled. “I know your game, stop acting so innocent! You can’t lure me in, you can’t make me trust a single word you say, hunter!”

“I’m not... I’m not a hunter, okay?” Phil said, stepping closer and making Tommy tense. He sat down four feet away from the teen, taking a deep breath before shouldering off his green robe, leaving the white tank. Immediately, a pair of translucent, metallic wings unfurled from his back, so large Tommy almost felt intimidated. Tommy wanted to say something, but words died on his throat. Phil shrugged his shoulders after stretching his wings out looking up toward the avian. He awkwardly smiled. “...well mate, I’m like you.”

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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───── ❝ if i die, im taking this country down with me ❞ ─────

dsmp/mcyt drabbles:

a foolish harmony | cc!quackity x reader | platonic fluff drabble

an asshole of a simp | cc!schlatt x reader | fluff drabble

fuzzy | c!tommy x reader | platonic fluff drabble

business man | cc!schlatt x reader | fluff drabble

take a shower | cc!quackity x reader | comfort drabble

first love | c!eret x reader | angst fic

the forge | osmp!schlatt x reader | one shot

arachnaphobia | osmp!schlatt x reader | headcanons

the flood | cc!quackity x reader | angst one shot

business man | cc!tommyinnit x reader | one shot

the great potato war | c!technoblade x reader | one shot

too far | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

reading glasses | cc!schlatt x reader | fluffy one shot

the red festival | various x reader | fic

vocal stims | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

cat thief | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

amsterdam | cc!tommyinnit x reader | one shot

failed recipie | cc!quackity x reader | valentines day event fic

valentines day with the sbi | c!sbi x reader | event headcanons

just for one day | cc!schlatt x reader | valentines one shot

tomfuckery | osmp!schlatt x reader | headcanons

the worst pirates ever | various x reader | headcanons

schlottzskys | various x reader | headcanons

a manhunt? | various x reader | headcanons

tangled up | philza x reader | headcanons

the undead and unlikely friends | various x reader | au headcanons

social media fic | tommy x reader

owning a flower shop and charlie slimecicle trying to impress you would include | cc!charlie x reader | headcanons

living on the osmp would include | various x reader | headcanons

keep playing please | cc!tommy x reader | drabble/rewrite

befriending quackity would include | c!quackity x reader | headcanons

working at the sorry boys trampoline park would include | sorry boys x reader | headcanons

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ ❐

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #masterlist #drabbles #one shots

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resonating-kitty · 3 years

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A little drabbled that I just sat down and wrote out this morning. It may not make any sense what so ever. It's just a bunch of word vomit basically.

It's a Hybrid SMP/Origins SMP drabble featuring Philza and Techno.

There is a legend that speaks of two beings.

One represented darkness. He was a skilled warrior, his swordsmanship was unmatched by any in the land. His magic was said to be strong enough to unleash upon the land a plague that could strip it clean of all living things.

He was a faceless being, in any and all descriptions of his person there was mention of only the carved piglin mask he wore and the blood red eyes that were visible from the eye sockets. There of tales of wisps of black mist or smoke that would sometimes leak from under the mask but the truth of the accounts are unknown. He was adorned in black and light blue clothing, a cape, and always had an array of weapons strapped on him, an axe on one hip, a sword on the other (both netherite and enchanted heavily), and a crossbow that shot explosives secured to his back.

He was called many names, his name was whispered in every town.

The Wither. The Harbinger of Destruction. The Blood God.

Technoblade.

The other being was said to represent light, though his reputation was nearly as bad if not worse than that of the Wither's.

His race was said to be an elyrian though most argued that he had to be some sort of God.

He was rumored to be a cold, unforgiving man who's very aura could have the same freezing effects of a blizzard in the snowy tundra. His wraith was said to be akin to an avalanche, merciless, cruel, and sparing no one in his path.

They say that he held an immense power that was more than magic, that it was his very being. This seems to imply that he has elytrian grace, which would support the accounts of his race.

Accounts of his person spoke of magnificent wings, dark grey along the whole of the wings with light grey along the tips. He wore light blue clothing, similar to that of the Wither. His weapons of choice were an enchanted sword made of some sort of unidentified white metal and a bow. His marksmanship was said to be unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.

He was dubbed a title, as there were no survivors to utter his real name.

He was called, The Angel of Death.

The Wither and the Angel of Death traversed the land, granting their allegiance to whichever lord was will to shell out the gold to buy them.

They were effective, dismantling whole armies single handedly and causing the tides to turn in many battles that resulted in victory for their sides.

They seemed to be an unstoppable force.

Until, as the accounts go, the day the Angel of Death was shot from the sky.

That was a truly dark day.

In despair, the Wither went feral. Many lives, enemy and ally, were lost that day to his rage.

Then the Wither disappeared. Some say he too was slain. Others say he simply left from the world, returning back to the Nether from which he was birthed, never to set foot in the overworld again.

As for the Angel of Death, many say he is dead though there has never been a body to give proof to this claim.

And as time marched on, as it always does, the two being fell into myth, many forgetting out the reign of terror and bloodshed that they spread across the land.

Their names faded from memories... their reputations ceased to exist.

"Hey Phil!"

Blue eyes turned upwards, a hand coming up to shield against the glare of the sun. There was a half constructed makeshift island in the sky and stood on top of it was an avian by the name of Tommy.

"Yes Tommy?" Philza called back, he'd been coming back from a little mining trip.

"Do you think you could give me a hand for a minute?"

Philza smiled, a chuckle slipping past his lips. He'd offered to help before he left to go mining but Tommy had insisted that he knew how to make an island. He knew that eventually Tommy would call for his head.

"Sure Tommy," He called, unfurling his dark grey wings, "Let me just put my stuff away and I'll be right over."

He leapt into the sky, dark grey, light grey tipped wings spread wide.

#kitty writes #this is like a little drabble that I just sat down and did this morning #It doesn't have any purpose... well kinda #hybrid smp #mcorigins #osmp #philza #technoblade #elytrian!Philza #wither!technoblade #avian!tommy #mcyt fanfiction

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jackie-mae · 2 years

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Will i now be devouring all my time and energy into my origins au because techno now has the bunny origin?

Yes, yes I will back off

#drabble #mae rants #he’ll probably now be cursed in the piglin form #Idk I’ll be drawing a comic for it at least #osmpblr #osmp

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areus-in-a-little-cave · 2 years

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Drabble requests!

As a thank you for 300 followers, I’m opening 10~ drabble requests slots! They’ll be somewhere between 500 and 1k words each :] I am busy with school and other things so these may take a bit but I do hope to have them done relatively fast.

For requests, I’m open to pretty much anything with exceptions obviously, like I won’t write anything boundary breaking or anything I just don’t feel super comfortable with (anything explict, excessive gore or violence, I probably won’t write physical whump).

You can suggest pretty much anything Dream SMP related, including AUs, headcanons, and canon-divergent ideas. I’m also good with Origins SMP.

I’m open to any characters and I’ll try my best to be in-character for ones I’m not used to writing. Additionally, I won’t write RPF or crossovers unless I know the media.

Try to include details in your prompts or just things you want, but don’t feel like you have to go overboard!

It could be something as vague as “OSMP!Tommy watches the sunrise and thinks about his family” or more detailed like “Revivebur and Eret talk about L’Manberg and their past friends and Eret’s betrayal, from Eret’s POV with a hopeful ending”.

Just think of if it could be written in about 1k words (for reference, this post so far is about 220 words).

#areus rambles #drabble requests #dsmp

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magicicephoenix · 3 years

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Phantombur headcanons!

- First off I wanna say I believe he’s completely translucent (like he is in the game), I just didn’t do that in these doodles because it’d ruin the colors

- He always looks a bit tired (‘cause phantoms only come out when people don’t sleep) and he can’t physically fall asleep - he can zone out and like, kinda dream? like daydreaming I guess but he never actually goes to sleep... he hasn’t told anyone this

- He calls his phantom form “going ghost” so much that no one else actually knows what it’s called and you cannot change my mind

- Contrary to what happens in the game, he can see himself while going ghost. Though I guess it doesn’t matter too much since he’ll phase through any objects, but it helps when he’s interacting with other people and doesn’t want to phase through/hit them

- He can touch & interact with people when he’s gone ghost, but it takes a bit of concentration. If, say, he began zoning out while holding something, there’d be a short length of time before the object slipped through his hands

- When startled there’s a good chance he’ll go ghost on instinct (he can’t be startled out of going ghost though) and he may also go ghost when faced with a bright light (‘cause sun)

- When he goes ghost it both saps his hunger and his energy (the former more than the latter) so that if he were forced (or just decided) to go ghost for an entire day, by the end of it he’d be fighting hunger pangs and his movements may be more sluggish

- Going off on that, he kinda doesn’t like going ghost (unless he’s causing mischief) purely because of the hunger and also because it serves to remind him that he’s not entirely human anymore

- That’s why he tries his best to not do things on land during the day, since he’d have to go ghost; he prefers to stay in water with Niki or go underground (mining)/under trees (getting wood) while the sun is up

- He hates plains biomes & any biome that won’t have shelter from the sun should it turn to daytime

- He plays off the fact he’s dead like a joke. It’s not a joke. He isn’t sure how long he’s been dead and doesn’t remember much from when he was alive, but it’s enough so that he has a distinct feeling of being weird and not normal

- The whole “being dead” thing technically means he’s the only person on the SMP who knows what it’s like being human; he can’t help but notice how he and his friends are different and dislikes the way he thinks that in the first place

- Moving onto the topic of his wings and tail, they’re drastically more transparent than the rest of his body (like if his body was 80% opacity, his wings would be like 40% or 50%) and they phase through anything (whether Wil’s gone ghost or not). The only thing that can touch them is Wilbur himself

- Because of this it’s very easy for them (his tail in particular) to phase through walls or the floor; Wil hates when this happens and will instinctively jerk them out of objects

- His wings are very fragile (evident from the rips and tatters) and part of him is very glad no one/nothing can touch them and possibly damage them

- Also he hates when people try to touch his wings or tail without his permission; it feels weird (since they’ll phase through) and also it’s very rude

- Wilbur cannot float. As cool as the thought is (and as fun as it is to draw) he can’t and he’s kinda salty about it. It’s okay though since he can literally climb through walls

- He is unaware of the fact he can’t phase through obsidian. Take that as you will

#hybrid smp #powers smp #wilbur soot #phantombur #drabble dump #I mean I guess?#niki nihachu #she is mentioned #osmp

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