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acidistyping · 6 months
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I filled in as a pitch hitter for the @mcyt-halloween gift exchange! Here's a silly little Halloween Origins SMP fic for @weatheredwaxwings, hope you like it ^-^
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cryingtulips · 6 months
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@flufftober 2023 n.22 (picking) + n.23 (trinket)
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Ranboo’s crown means a lot to them. It’s the only thing she has left from the Ender, from her kingdom. Forged from end crystals and obsidian made from their mother’s breath, it holds a lot of value in the Overworld. Despite this, Ranboo knows nobody from the Pub(e) would ever dare to touch their crown. Well, except for Tommy. - Or, Ranboo, being new to the Overworld, takes a while to get used to all the new cultures and ways of life. This includes the act of giving and what it means to be family.
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crimeboys · 8 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Origins SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Manifold & Niki | Nihachu Characters: Jack Manifold, Niki | Nihachu Additional Tags: Fluff, Blaze Jack Manifold, Merling Niki Nihachu Series: Part 1 of prompts Summary:
Jack worries at the edge of the water, arms crossed and staring at the calm stream of the river like it wants to jump out and kill him. To be fair, most days this would be a rather fair assessment, actually, if it weren’t for the wetsuit Jack is wearing.
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tamryisk · 2 years
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A VERY GHOSTLY ANNOUNCEMENT AS ARRIVED !!!!!!
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annaraebananawriter · 5 months
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Techno didn't like being sick. He hated staying in place for too long, forcing other people to look after him. He hated it, so whenever he was sick, he usually powered through it, continuing as normal. Can't burden anyone if you make yourself functional, can you? Of course, he couldn't really deny anything when he was passing out, especially with a witness. (Luckily for him, though, Phil was an excellent caregiver. He liked doing it, liked making sure his friends, his family, knew they were loved. He was going to make sure Techno knew he wasn't a burden to anyone by the time he was healthy. In the meantime, he can make a mean soup, which might actually be just what Techno needed after all.)
For @anarchy-and-piglins
Hello Shae! I am back at it again with a gift fic for you because of @technoblade-gift-exchange. I would've given it to you earlier this week had writer's block not kidnapped me and held me hostage. I only just managed to escape it's greedy clutches. I hope you find this fic satisfying.
I'm realizing now that it might be the first time I'm writing, like, an actual sick fic. So it might not be great. Definitely not my best work, but when you get halfway, it starts being tender in a way that makes me smile, so I suppose that has to count for something. In any case, it's a sick fic, and no matter what those are generally some good food, a classic little snack whenever you want. So, I hope this counts--even if it's over 8k long...
Anyway, I'll stop taking now and leave you, and everyone else, to it! Hope you enjoy! Happy reading!!
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solargeist · 2 years
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I was thinking of picture books and !!! 
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pheonix-inside · 6 months
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Hey. HEY. What remains of the funky dsmp fic enjoyers. I have a question.
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maze-arts · 10 months
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So... I joined @mcytblraufest and I had the pleasure of drawing for @elveneclipse 's Origins smp PJO AU fic Lost And Found that you can find by clicking on the link!
It was really nice getting to draw for this!!!
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tinapaysmp · 4 months
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For real, how did this fanbase lose so much fantasy vocabulary that they just keep slapping the word hybrid and call it a day? Is it the ao3 tagging? What happened to the word werewolf or anthro? God I'm so tired.
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cupcraft · 1 year
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My fic for @mcytblrholidayexchange for @thinkingaboutctommy. A hallmark special o!bedrockbros in which o!tommy hates christmas (but really he's terrible worried about other things). A silly cheesy (and a little late sorry about that) one shot for ya happy holidays :D!
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@whereisela @snaxle @clingyduoapologist @wiiwarechronicles @boygirltitties @voidless-screaming @inniter-disease @xpoolboy @lupvium @hecksee @blockofhoney @painless-and-colourful
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cheetahdash · 1 year
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AU IDEA - Danganronpa x OutsiderSSMP
oh I should have been working on the animatic but I do what I do.
- TW// DEATH AND OTHER SERIOUS TOPICS
- AND SPOILERS FOR OUTSIDERSSMP IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED
So hello everyone! I don't usually post stuff like this because I'm not much of a writer however after brainstorming a drawing I thought that it seemed an awful like a danganronpe execution... So I present to the people of Outsiderssmp tumblr. My little brainstorm for an AU based around Danganronpa and its killing game. For the scrunkies who practically did that without a monokuma.
MCs - Owen and Magic
Trial one -
Note: I support woman and gay crimes /hj (PLEASE ITS /HJ) I also figured since they never had a good relationship in the first place that Guts would like to get the first blood on someone they would find annoying, and I think Mohwee's character is very out there even in the canon. I just think they would argue and something would go wrong.
Verdict: Guts || Victim: Mohwee
Trial two:
Note: Oeca kills for revenge for Mohwee's death however its mixed with his own loneliness convincing Squidney to let him kill her. I would imagine this to be the loudest murder yet the quietest. I feel like people tend to forget the second trials in Dangan games, and I feel like this would have the same vibe. Still heartbreaking though.
Verdict: Oeca || Victim: Squidney
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Note: Apo gets accused at first of killing him and after trial people still suspect him -> Isolated from rest of group -> Owen kills him after “???”
I really like the idea of sticking with the canon with this, they dont find out about Apo's death until MUCH later.
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Trial three -
Note: I like this one simply because it plays along with the actual canon, except its people who LIVED after Bek's show but die here due to Bek's desperation to leave. She kills people she was close by proximity to but actively decides to spare Magic despite her being the most obvious target for her.
Verdict: Bek || Victim: El and Ayngel
Trial Four -
Note: Apo is finally found after the events of Bek's trial and they find him in a unlikely yet peaceful spot. This is the part of the AU where we would find out Owen's true identity and how his perspective would slowly turn,, a bit strange. Suspicious and Magic can sense it but glosses over it until the last moment when Owen reveals himself and faces no remorse until the last second when he is faced with Rasbi and eventually Apo as he dies.
Verdict: Owen || Victim: Apo
Trial Five
Note: Oh, it's the reverse this time, now that we know that Krow isn't all that powerful I would like to imagine that its Kyle that finds this out by trying to kill it and succeeding thinking he did a good thing. When in reality it would lead to his downfall -> Kyle and Acho ending once again the same but in a different way
Verdict: Kyle || Victim: Krow
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Survivors
Magic, Graecie, Red, Acho, Spidey, Eryn and Rasbi (yes rasbi survives, shocker)
I don't have much to say about the survivors really, most of them are either way too nice for anyone to have killed them off or managed to slip through by not making too many enemies (cough red). Specifically, Graecie was always going to survive with Magic,, girlbossduo will live on.
If this gets enough attention, I will be considering writing more for it or if anyone would like to pick up the AU idea you can message me cause I would be willing to help out!
But for now I have other work to attend to o/
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unqualified-therapist · 8 months
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9. A Slime and A Warden 👀👀
I’M GLAD YOU ASKED!!!
that’s a qsmp and origins smp crossover, where charlie is his slime hybrid self and mariana is a warden hybrid :]
the village of hybrids has existed for a long time on an island far from the mainland. the federation was sure these peoples wouldn’t cause problems, so they dropped their people here- some humans, but most hybrids. one day, the qsmp folks found the village. two people crept in: forever and mariana. but they were caught in a trap, and suddenly, two very small men were looking at them with annoyance on their faces.
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possuminnit · 2 months
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^ go here immediately
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kaytrawrites · 1 year
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Love knows no binds
Summary In which Tommy thinks about the past
Notes So, this started as something about oRanboo and became this. Hope I got the characterizations right! XD Also, bless demonadelem for doing like 87% of the heavy lifting on the 'backstory' of Wilbur's Phantom status in his Origins’ Origins comic. (Seriously go read it here. It’s very good :D )
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Tommy pushed up the edge of his floppy hat as he watched Ranboo traipse across the bridge toward the ladder up to the Pub.
He narrowed his eyes at her improbably pristine attire. Practical knee high boots, a lacy button down, an embroidered silk vest and flounced silk knee length skirt that emphasized the Enderian slender build. And of course her cozy deep purple cloak.
And somehow she always managed to stay a perfect temperature. Unlike Mr Tommy Innit who never left his home without a binder. Yeah, half the time his father was running around without his, but that was Phil's choice.
As for Wilbur; Tommy grimaced, remembering the last living moments he had spent with his brother.
Hetta pushed her head through the gap between Tommy's elbow and the side of his chest. He cuddled his eldest daughter, his attention turning back to the lanky Enderian 'princess' that was teleporting between the islands up to the Pub.
Her newfound confidence in her skin was a recent development. Probably ever since she had taken the step to start wearing more skirts? Or it might have been a bit further back to when Niki, Shubble and Trixtin had gotten a hold of Ranboo and tried some cosmetics on her?
Or it might have even been before that… A time after Tommy had met her. He couldn't pin down when. Just that it had happened, and that she was happier now.
It kinda hurt a little bit to see one of his good friends so comfortable in her own body when he wasn't entirely satisfied with his own. But blah-de-blah cultural pressures to present a certain way and all that.
Tommy gently stroked Hetta's red hair. She was getting pretty big now. He would need to dig out some of his old clothes for her soon. Maybe check with Beau if she had some old stuff that Hetta would like.
Hetta sighed happily. "Dad." She started, turning and looking up at her father. "Why does Grandfather Philza sometimes have boobs and sometimes doesn't?"
Tommy snerked, caught off guard by the question. "Wot? Now where did that question come from?" He exclaimed.
Hetta shrugged. "Just curious about Grandfather Philza's Phiddies." Her last words drew a snort of amusement from her father.
Tommy took a breath. "Well, your Grandfather sometimes wears what is called a 'Binder'. We Elyrians and Avians use them to smooth out our flight muscles."
"A binder…" Hetta spoke slowly. "Why?"
"Ah." Tommy paused, thinking back to when he himself asked his father and older brother that question. "Well, some use it to put pressure on the flight muscles to prevent tears. Some use it because they like the way it looks. And long ago…"
He trailed off, remembering the history he had been taught about it.
"Long ago Elytrians wore it to help other species to differentiate between males and females." He finished. It wasn't the whole story. Just the beginning. And Tommy didn't want to tell Hetta. Yet.
Someday.
Not today.
She will learn someday. But till then, Tommy was determined to let her see the world as a good place for at least one more day.
"What about Uncle Wil?" Hetta asked.
Tommy smiled at the thought of the expressions that Wilbur would make at being called 'uncle'. "Well. Your Uncle Wil can't use his wings to fly anymore like your grandpapa can. So he doesn't use a binder."
"Ohh." Hetta nodded, her expression as somber as a smiley little Avian could make it. "Why did he stop flying like Grandfather Philza?" She asked.
"Ah." Tommy paused, considering how to answer. "Well. A while back when your papa was about your age."
"So, a loo~ong time ago!" Hetta exclaimed.
Tommy gently booped his daughter on the nose. "Not that long ago, chickling." He smiled, but it quickly dropped as he kept talking. "When I was about your age, your Uncle Wil got really sick. He had been hurt. Really badly."
"But he got better!" Hetta nodded. "Cause he's here now!"
Tommy shook his head. "No chickling. He didn't. He got a lot worse. Your grandpapa and grandmama scoured the land and seas searching for what is referred to as an Enchanted Golden Apple. It was supposed to have incredible healing properties."
"Did they find it?" Hetta asked. "They must have!"
"They did." Tommy nodded. "But it was too late. When they arrived home. It was too late for its power to work fully."
Hetta cocked her head, looking up at her father with her large blue eyes.
"For a moment, your Uncle Wilbur was gone. Then he began Changing. He Changed from an Avian into the Phantom uncle you know and love." Tommy gently ran his talons through Hetta's hair.
"Now. Enough with the sad backstory!" Tommy scooped up his eldest daughter. "How about we go see if we can 'scam' a few ice creams out of someone for all of us."
Hetta giggled as Tommy hefted her onto his shoulder. Her little hand rested on the top of his head and her slight talons lightly massaged his scalp. "Onward!" She declared.
The two managed to commander a few ice creams for the family and were heading home past Wilbur's little cottage.
The sound of something heavy falling over followed by angry expletives made the pair pause. "You al'right there Wil?" Tommy called out.
"Yes!" The silence hung there for a moment while Tommy took a lick of his ice cream. "No." Came the much quieter correction.
Tommy looked down at Hetta. "Well? Shall we go help Uncle Wil?" He asked his daughter who was currently trying to lick mostly melted ice cream off her nose.
Hetta nodded excitedly and nearly pulled her father over as she took off toward the ajar door to Wilbur's basement.
Wilbur was sprawled inelegantly over a toppled low stool, sans shirt. An old familiar article of clothing was on his torso, obviously too small for the lanky phantom to the point where it obviously wouldn't fasten. But it seemed that Wilbur had been trying anyway.
Tommy and Hetta stared down at Wilbur, who let out a defeated sigh. "I can feel your judgment from here…" He grumbled into the floor.
Tommy burst into laughter, needing to basically fold in half. "Wil you look absolutely ridiculous!"
"I know that Tommy!" Wilbur snapped back. He half sank into the floor, righting himself in his floating state. "Help me get this off."
Tommy wiped a tear from his eye and started to help his older brother get the old binder off. When they were done, Wilbur tossed the offending bit of cloth across the room. "Fuck that." He grumbled, his words contrary to the slight smirk on his face.
Tommy took a step back and stared at his brother. He had changed. Slightly.
"Your flight muscles are coming back?" Tommy said, each word sticking on his tongue.
Wilbur nodded, turning away to look for his sweater. "Dad has been helping me relearn how to fly. Watch this!" He paused and slowly extended his right arm. His right wing smoothly followed the motion, rather than the slow jerky movement that had been ever present since Wilbur's Change.
And for a moment, Tommy saw Wilbur's old golden-brown feathers overlaid over the blued skin of Wilbur's skeletal wing.
"Uncle Wil! Does this mean you'll be able to fly with Dad and Grandfather Philza?" Hetta looked up at Wilbur.
Wilbur smiled and scooped up his little niece. "Soon. And if you keep calling me 'Uncle' I will cry." He gently booped Hetta's nose. Wilbur glanced over at his little brother, who was rubbing at his eyes. "Well? Come on then!" Wilbur said, holding his free arm open for Tommy.
Tommy gladly took the invitation and thumped into Wilbur's chest, drawing an "oof" from his older brother. "Wil, if you cry, I'm gonna cry…" He mumbled.
Wilbur patted Tommy's head. "I missed flying with dad, and I promised that I would fly with you someday."
Tommy nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah you did."
End Notes Speaking of binders, don't forget to take a break from yours! I know that it makes you feel much gender, but it's still a tight article of clothing, and your body could use a break sometimes.
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Here’s my @mcytblraufest fic! A o!Philza-centric sand duo royalty au for @aen0nnnn!
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Wilbur smiled back only for a moment, before his eyes trailed down to the avian resting at his side. He looked back at his father, a pensive expression on his face. “Can you stay?” He asked slowly, and like he wished to twist the knife digging into Phil’s chest, he added, “I’m scared.” No matter the exhaustion on his face, the tiredness in his voice, his own maturity and intelligence—he was Phil’s son. And he was so young. God, he’d never sounded quite so young.
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A royalty AU sand duo origins oneshot where Phil is an emperor and Wilbur falls sick. The cure lies in the hand of his enemy, the empress of the End, and Phil is forced to make a decision.
Here’s a playlist to go along with it!
taglist below the cut :D reblogs are appreciated!!
@cupsmp cup my beloved :]
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solargeist · 2 years
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also this kid SBI story i was also writing a year ago adjkgajkdg i dont plan to finish it but the banter was fun to write i remember 
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