#snowchester can do no wrong

[rozugold]

Ok ramble time

Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)

But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.

You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.

You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.

Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.

Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.

There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨

Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)

Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?

I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍

Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.

I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.

Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm

This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(

Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time

#distorted illusions #rozu thoughts #I’m so normal about my aus I swear

[elliot-needs-sleep]

no thoughts head empty just, storyteller reader. they’re a bit of an odd character, always going around the server and asking about everyone’s day and wanting to learn all the minor details of what they did and writing it all down, which makes people very suspicious of reader when all they want to do is learn about different types of people to write stories. obviously doesn’t help since they haven’t told anyone of their secret passion.

so one day a group of people decide to follow reader throughout the day (they’re suspicious reader is spying for dream or something (i’m thinking maybe the group is the las nevadas crew but it’s your choice) (if it’s the las nevadas crew please add my boy slimecicle i miss him :( )) only to find reader walking around the server and handing out some stories they wrote. the group just sees reader going up to tubbo’s mansion in snowchester to give him stories to read to micheal, going to the arctic to give technoblade some revamped greek myths and stories of epic war heroes inspired by him, writing stories to comfort tommy (i imagine his guilty pleasure is children’s books because he never got to experience childhood and likes to babysit micheal so he can read children’s stories without being judged), etc etc.

my guilty pleasure do be characters being sus of reader and getting proved wrong huh-

yours truly,

gremlin anon

Storyteller

Characters: Quackity, Slimecicle, Fundy, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Technoblade

Fic Type: longer form

Fandom: DSMP

“Are you really sure this is a good idea?” Fundy asked as he followed Charlie and Quackity out of the casino. Purpled and Sam had both said they wanted no part in this, so it was just the three of them. Charlie shrugged, looking towards Quackity.

“No. But they’re acting weird, don’t you think? They walk around asking people a bunch of random information about their days and then they write it down? That’s some sort of sketchy.” Quackity shook his head, continuing down towards the community house. Why there were heading there, no one knew, but you always tended to be around their, one way or another.

Eventually, the crew did see the person they were trying to find, and Quackity almost punched Charlie hard enough to send him back into the ground because he couldn’t shut up. You seemingly didn’t notice as you walked in the direction of Snowchester.

They followed you through the nether highway and hid once you stepped out outside of the mansion. Tubbo was waiting, holding Micheal in his arms.

Quackity was half hidden behind a tree, Fundy and Charlie down in a small valley behind him. He didn't seem to realize that they weren't paying attention to what was going on in front of them.

"Hello, Tubbo! And hello to you too, Micheal!" You smiled and waved as Tubbo put his son down, who then proceeded to run at you and attach himself to your leg. Tubbo shook his head, but his smile indicated that this was a normal thing.

"Here, I had a lot of fun writing these! Some of them are based off of what Tommy's told me about the rest of the server, and Ghostbur's antics from.... Before. I think he'll enjoy them!" He takes the leather bound book from your hands as his son detaches himself from your shin.

"Thank you. We'll see you later, c'mon Micheal." Tubbo leads his son away as you wave goodbye, and hop back into the nether portal.

"That... Was weird. What did they give him?" Quackity looks towards Fundy and Charlie, who were currently finishing off decorating a snow golem.

"Were you two not paying attention at all?" He asks, incredulously, and they both shrug, following you through the back of the nether portal.

"Ughhhhh, you two are the WORST spies ever to be on this server. Even Tommy was better than you guys!" Charlie just sticks his tongue out at Quackity. Little did they know, you were absolutely aware of them following you. They weren't exactly quiet, after all.

Quackity and Charlie bickered the entire way as they followed you in the direction of Techno's base. Fundy was the only one focused enough to wonder why you were heading towards the blood god?

"Guys... we're right near Techno's base. Maybe we shouldn't follow them through?" Fundy stood furthest from the glowing purple portal, the only real light near them. Quackity shook his head, stepping within the frame with Charlie.

"We need to find out what they're up to! C'mon, Fundy, hurry up!" And with that, the portal warped as Charlie and Quackity vanished. Fundy sighed, stepping within the frame as well.

"Is Tommy here, too?" You asked Techno as he stood in the snow in front of you. The Las Nevadas crew couldn't understand how you weren't even slightly intimidated by the piglin hybrid in front of you. You seemed perfectly at home, despite his history on the server.

"Yes, he made his house in my basement, remember?" As if the blond was summoned by sheer will, Tommy was at the door and smiling at you.

"Tommy! Here you go, it took a tiny bit, but I got a lot of inspiration from Niki and her house! There's one that's a tad bit personal to you, but the rest should be okay to read to Micheal, so you shouldn't need to worry!" You beamed at him, and he took the book with a smile, waving goodbye as he yelled his thanks, running back into the small house.

"And for you, Techno, a few reimagined pieces from Greek mythology, and some original ones too! I hope you like them, I've gotta head back though, I need inspiration somehow!" You waved goodbye to the blood god, and the Las Nevadas crew hurried back into the portal before being spotted.

"I knew you three were following me!" Your arms were crossed as you stepped out of the portal behind them, and Quackity turned to glare at you.

"We thought you were doing something wrong-" He started, and Charlie interrupted, peaking around Quackity to look at you.

"What were you doing, by the way?" You tilted your head slightly. They didn't know about your hobby?

"I'm a writer? I thought everyone here knew that. I get inspiration from other people, and a few even have me write a few stories for them regularly, like Tubbo." You explain, walking past them down towards the portal at Las Nevadas, figuring you might as well make sure they stop following you around.

"Oh... is that really what you do?" Quackity ran up beside you, with Fundy and Charlie tailing behind. You rolled your eyes at him, nodding slowly.

"Why would I even lie about it? It's common knowledge. Ask Techno, or Tommy, or Tubbo, or Sam and Purpled for that matter. they've known for awhile now, actually."

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"You knew and still let us follow them?!?!" Quackity yelled from across the casino, and he could hear Purpled laugh from somewhere as he hunted down Sam.

"I thought it would be easier to just let you find out yourself." Sam shrugged, completely ignoring the angry Quackity in front of him. "I mean, you were going to make a fool of yourself either way."

"YOU-"

#elliotiswriting #gremlin anon #dsmp quackity #dsmp tommy #dream smp #dsmp tubbo #dsmp fundy #dsmp slimecicle #c!awesamdude #dsmp sam #c!tommy #c!techno #c!quackity #c!fundy #c!slimecicle #c!charlie #dsmp charlie #dsmp x reader #platonic x reader #anon asks

[natureismynature]

(I just reread this and would like to apologize for the long ask! I wanted it to be short, but it got away from me)

Saw your post about Foolish's build on both DSMP and QSMP and wanted to throw what I know in the ring.

Although I joined the DSMP pretty late, were the streams I watched was mainly BBH pranking someone (changing the blocks of the path Tommy made, making a ring of cactus around one of Foolishs builds, covering Tommy's house in obsidian, adding a face to the DreamXD face multiple times, etc) I do remember when Aimsey joined the server and got a tour of the server.

I think Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Foolish were there? I know others popped on to the server to give Aimsey things bc they just joined, but it was mainly those four showing them around. I remember Foolish showing his builds off and when they got to Snowchester and should them the mansion commissioned by Tubbo and Ranboo that was never used Aimsey offered to live in it. Except the way they worded it made it sound like they were proposing to the house? So Tubbo (I think) officiated the marriage and Aimsey got the house!

Except Aimsey started getting hate for anything they tried to change, even when it could have been an improvement to something like adding things to the mansion, making the rooms smaller, changing Fundy's ice cream store into something else so it could be used again, etc. Long time viewers of the DSMP hated the thought of anything getting changed on the server bc of memories that Aimsey decided to just leave.

And for Kinoko Kingdom I only ever remember watching Karl do a hide and seek game with some friends once or twice before never being used again. So I totally agree when you say it was underutilized.

On the QSMP tho, I've been watching that from the beginning and the way people treat Foolish is just so nice. When he was making the dragon people saw how much time he was putting into it and wanted to help out. Like when Missa, Roier, Quackity, and Vegetta showed up to give him materials and offered to help with the build. And even though Foolish said he'd only ever let Vegetta help with the dragon it was still sweet that all four offered help. I can't remember if this was before or after that, but Quackity made an agreement with Foolish about how he had to hang out with others on the server at least for an hour so he didn't get stressed out.

Then with Vegetta's statue he had Leo's help switching the dirt outline into the final blocks. When Vegetta saw it he was very impressed and asked Leo if she thought Foolish would want to build another on the opposite side together as a family.

And now with Foolish helping Cellbit build his castle it was very much a joint build. Yeah Foolish is a builder so he can get things finished way quicker than Cellbit can, but it's not like Cellbit is making Foolish do everything. He's made the bridges and some pathways up to the castle and has given Foolish more deepslate when he runs out. And again Leo is there to help Foolish.

It's just so sweet to see people appreciate his builds and offer to help reduce his workload by wanting to help

Don't worry about the long ask Anon!! I love reading other people's thoughts <3

It sucks that people hated on Aimsey for trying to use and improve the mansion. There really was no reason for people to do that, but let's be honest, the DSMP fandom was fucking toxic and I'm not surprised that people started to hate on a person because of sentimentality. I know for a FACT that Foolish wouldn't have cared if Aimsey changed a lot of things about the mansion, he would have encouraged them and helped them.

And also, I agree!! The way people treat Foolish in the QSMP is a breath of fresh air. They're all so sweet. They love hanging out with him. It's so fun whenever he interacts with anyone. And the fact that his dragon is almost a "sacred place" where the admins removed the reinforced hat for him and reset the server when Roier's prank went wrong (idk if the server was already set for a reset before the whole exploding thing happened or they really did reset the server to rewind the damage on the dragon, I wasn't there for it)

I didn't know about the fact that Vegetta wants to make another statue on the other side with all three of the present, that's so sweet!!! I hope they get to do it, we need a Fooligetta family build stream fr fr. Also, Quackity really made him promise to hang out with people for at least one hour so he doesn't get too stressed? That. Is. So. SWEET. I love Quackity man, he really cares about his friends, he's so cool.

#timb answers #foolish gamers #qsmp #dsmp #rambles #long post

[go-fuck-a-dead-protagonist]

OK fuck it I'll post it

C!Ranboo and the Tragedy of Belief

Note that I had an hour to write this so it may not be very cohesive.

Full thing under the readmore but tldr: c!ranboo is intwined so closely with the concept of faith and hope that it is impossible in dsmp lore to speak about one without speaking about the other.

Everything is obviously /rp, this is about the CHARACTER on the DSMP

Full disclosure this will be very poorly structured if at all

Ranboo's character is a walking talking example of a slave to faith. He represents hope (and the loss thereof) on the dsmp first and foremost and I think that's why he's such a hard hitting character

Now I do not claim to be a spectacular cranboo understander but I've had this idea boiling in my brain for a while and now I will share it.

We see it from the MOMENT he joins, seeking sanctuary from dream in a literal place of faith, but that exchange was granted mostly comedic so I should get down to brass tacks

Ranboo's centrism, his ideals of people not sides, everything he loves and everything he has, it is all based on faith. Literally all of his actions are based off of blind hope. A central point to his character is trust- in himself, in others, in the world. He admits to robbing George's house (after Tommy took all the blame in court mind you) because he believes it will help, because he has faith that tommy is not selfish, because tommy has given him reason to believe it. He goes along with the butcher army because he believes that tubbo is doing the right thing. He escapes doomsday because techno believes that it wasn't his fault. The panic room, and events within it, are based entirely on belief

We know that the dream voice is not actually dream himself, but rather ranboo's psyche taking his form as a stock "bad person", as someone who ranboo wholeheartedly believes to be The Villain. Trust is a HUGE theme in their conversation, it even all boils down to ranboo realizing he cannot place his endless faith into himself, but he KEEPS HOPING.

Despite everything, despite the horrors and the conflicts and the server falling apart, ranboo NEVER loses hope. He seems hopeless at times, but then he's faithful again- because that's how he survives. He can't believe in himself, so he finds people that he can have faith in instead, and those people can believe in him when he cannot. He survives off of faith, he lives and breathes belief.

And those people who he chooses to believe in... Unless they super duper fuck up, his faith in them is UNSHAKEN.

He puts his faith in tubbo in New L'Manburg and watches as tubbo exiles the man who took the blame for ranboo in a COURT OF LAW. sure, he visits tommy in exile, he KNOWS that was the wrong decision, but he unshakably believes that tubbo did what he thought was best. almost instantaneously afterwards, that faith leads him to assist in detaining philza and hunting technoblade, and even when that ends up biting them all in the ass, does he stop believing in tubbo after doomsday?? NO!

He MARRIES tubbo, someone as transient and listless as tubbo, and he puts his faith in his husband and in their child and in snowchester, even as tubbo compulsively moves to the next project and the next, even as tubbo drowns himself in his work

Emeraldduo put faith in him, allow him to live with them, and he puts his faith in them and in the syndicate and in that mission to prevent governments from rising again, even as he's MARRIED TO THE PRESIDENT. he goes with them to snowchester, guards tubbo's secrets, does everything he can to keep these people he believes in from fighting each other.

Even his refusal to choose sides is a blind, foolish hope - A vain faith in the goodness of his fellow players, that they will all realize that sides are useless, that it should be all of them against dream. And this faith gets spat on and trampled again and again, over and over, and still this noodle-spined coward continues to hope. He puts stock in the goodness of his fellow player even when that faith is betrayed CONSTANTLY

He lets Sam write in his book in big bold letters, "TOMMY'S DEATH IS SAM'S FAULT", and we know he doesn't believe it but he HAS to. He has to believe it to keep going, and keep going he will, because he has a husband and a child to come home to at night and a mansion for them being built that he blindly hopes tubbo will move into, even knowing how tubbo hates to stay in one place

They make the cookie outpost. Tubbo tells him about the green festival and tells him he doesn't trust Quackity. Tubbo sells the cookie outpost. Tubbo then tells him that he now trusts Quackity. Ranboo thought of that fort as something special that he and tubbo made together! Tubbo offhandedly signing it away to someone he told ranboo NOT TO TRUST should be a MASSIVE breach of that faith but does he stop trusting him? No! That's his husband! Of course he trusts tubbo.

Even when Wilbur came around, Wilbur who originally hated ranboo for not taking sides on anything, he decided he'd trust him. Against the history of everyone he cares for, he puts his faith in Wilbur because SOMEONE has to be there when he gets better. SOMEONE has to vouch for his improvement. SOMEONE has to believe in Wilbur when he can't believe in himself.

Someone has to believe in ranboo when he can't believe in himself.

Against the trust he put in Sam, against the words Sam wrote IN HIS BOOK, he's put in jail for conspiring with dream. Put in there because Sam needs leverage against dream. Sam who he trusted. Sam who trusted him. And when the breakout happens, and the leverage DOESN'T WORK, does he stop hoping?

No.

Ranboo hopes to his last breath. He is full of hope as he falls to the ground, as he presses Michael's photo into Technoblade's hand. He trusts technoblade to find his son. He trusts technoblade to care for his family. He dies hoping. He dies faithful.

And on that grass block in the middle of that ocean, he is still hoping. Cowering and despairing but still believing. He has faith that the people he loves will come for him. He has faith that Mexican dream will tell his son how much he loves him. He sits on that grass block and hopes.

He writes in his book, and he hopes.

This turned out a lot more emotional than I intended ngl but those r my thoughts on the matter. Cranboo is all about faith and belief even after it lets him down time after time, and he keeps hoping because it's all he can do. That's it :P

#dsmp meta #dsmp #ranboo meta #ranboo #c!ranboo #c!tuboo #beeduo #I hope this made sense

[someone1348]

Day 7!! Woop woop! Our final day of Lee!Tommy week!

It is truly bittersweet because I loved doing this but a week is only 7 days long! Haha! Anyways!

To take us home for our grand finale we haveeee,,, *drumroll*

The people in this: Ler!Tubbo, Lee!Tommy

The Clingyduo!!! Woohoo!! (Againn!)

Tw: sort of build up and feather tickles slightly, I'm not sure there is anything to worry about, very soft!

And with all of that being said I hope everyone had a great Lee!Tommy week, Take care of yourself and we sha'll begin!

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Day 7- Ask for it

Of course! Out of all the days he had to wake up in a lee mood, Today was the day! He was supposed to hang out with Tubbo today but all he wanted to do was get tickled! And we all know he can't just ASK for it! That would be ridiculous! And so out of his character,,,

Tommy sighed, If it comes down to it he will swallow his pride and ask the bee boy for some help, but only if it was the last option!

Truth is, Tommy gets embarrassed easily and that flusteredness escalates when he's in a lee mood; Tommy is also a big man and sees admitting as defeat; it's really not, honestly it's the most adorable thing ever!

The red slowly creeping on to the blonde's face as he tries to explain that he wants tickles, just barely getting the word out can make any ler want to fulfill this sweet boys wishes!

The said blonde was now pacing the floors while also looking for something to wear as his mind raced with the thought of Tubbo tickling him, previous times he had been tickled by the bee boy and other times too when Tubbo had tickled others!

Tommy finally picked an outfit, getting dressed, gathering his things and finally heading outside to walk to Tubbo's house!

Snowchester wasn't too far, Ranboo had been out today too bringing Michael along so honestly it was perfect! He's plan was gonna work! Just you wait and see!

Tommy's lee mood kept increasing the closer he approached the bee boy's house. He did his best to keep the blush down as he knocked on his best friends door

"Tommy!!! Come on in!"

"Tubbooo!!!"

They matched energys as always! And Tommy entered, taking his boots off at the door before Tubbo placed a hand on his back guiding the blonde to the couch

'Don't you dare blush, you stay down!' Tommy thought to himself in a joking manner before sitting on the couch with the brunette.

"How's your morning been Toms? Can I get you anything to drink"

"Oh you know,," He thought back to a few hours ago "It was good! And no thank you I'm good! I appreciate that though Tubs!"

Tubbo knows his Tommy better than anyone, he knows his looks, his body language, speech patterns, everything about him right now screamed Lee mood, so Tubbo decided to have some fun with that!

"Good im glad your morning was good! And sounds good to me Tom's I'm gonna get some water, there's a tickle in my throat that just won't go away!"

Tommy's ears perked up at that one and he nodded quickly. Tubbo smirked when he was out of Tommy's veiw as he went to get the water.

"Oh Toms! Ranboo showed me this video yesterday that tickled me so bad! I bet it will tickle you too you wanna watch it later?" It was so hard for Tubbo to not have a teasing tone in his voice but man did he really want to! Soon Tubbo Soon! The redness that graced his features was more than good enough for the reaction that he was looking for!

"Umm m-maybe later yeah!" 'Dammit! He so knows! Does he?! Ah I don't knoww!' Tommy's mind was a scramble of all things tickle related!

He needed to be tickled and he needed it now! When Tubbo finally joined him on the couch again he put on a TV show that he knows has a tickle scene in it, he played that episode specifically and just waited for Tommy's reaction.

Eyes widened ever so slightly, face even more red then before, leg bouncing faster than usual, bingo!

"Something wrong Toms?~"

"N-nO!"

"Noo?"

"Dammit it Tubs!!" Tommy smiled and hid his face behind his hands

"Tommyyy~"

"Nohoho!"

"If you want tickles all you gotta do is ask and I will happily provide allll the tickles your heart desires! Until then I will remain here"

"Tubbooo!!"

"You know the rules Toms~ was it gonna be!"

Man he was ruthless! (/Pos), Tommy giggled and kicked a bit before taking a deep breath in and facing his best friend

"Tubbocanyouticklemeplease!"

"What was that?~ I couldn't quite understand ya?~"

"Ughhh! Tubbo, can, you, p-please t-tick-! Ahh!!! Please tickle me!"

"Your wish is my command!"

Tubbo smirked pouncing on top of his best friend sitting on his tighs gently grabbing his wrists placing them above his head on the leg of the couch;

"These stay here, Can you do that for me sunshine?~"

"Ihihihill try!"

"Amazing! Thank you so much giggles"

"Tuhuboo!"

"Okay okahay! I'm starting now big man"

Tubbo dragged his nails from the top of Tommy's arms all the way to his underarms watching him squirm a bit and giggle as his nails went down before he wiggled all ten fingers in the ticklish hallows!

"AH! HEhEHey!!! TUHAHA!" It was difficult for the blonde to form sentences, he was just lost in laughter and that is exactly what Tubbo wanted, he deserves a good laugh!

Tubbo giggled with him as he wiggled his tickly fingers all over the sides of his neck and ears.

"Tuhuhubs! My eahahars!"

"I know Tommy, such adorable and ticklish ears! Hehe! Tickletickletickletickle~ I'm gonna get you Tommyy~"

Tubbo's voice remained soft but oh so teasey as the blonde curled up into his hand giggling up a strom! Tubbo couldn't help the growing smile on his face as he looked down at his ticklish best friend!

"Hmm, where too next adventurer?!" Tubbo thought out loud dragging his fingers down and over his ribs, on a mission to get his soft spot, aka his sides!

"Tuhuhubo!! Nahaha!"

Tubbo took in a big breath before drilling, gently of course, into the blondes sides scribbling, pinching, dragging, tracing and making sure no spot was left untickled on his sides!

"AHH! HAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TUHUHUHUBO! WAHAHAHAHAIT!"

"Tktktktktktktk!~"

"AHAHAHAHA!" Tommy couldn't help it, his arms came down to grab the bee boy's wrists as Tubbo continued picking up the pace of his scribbles as the blonde squeaked and laughed and tried wiggling away but to no avail everywhere he turned led right back to tickles, not that he was complaining!

"Tommyyy~ you let your arms come downnn~"

"Wahahait! Wait I cohohouldn't! Help ihihit! It tihihihickled!!!"

"Good! It's about to tickle even more now big man since you put your arms down~"

"Ehehe!"

"Mhmmm! I'm gonna getcha Tommyy~"

Tommy covered his face once again out of habit! Before Tubbo uncovered his face "Hii!"

"Hehe Hii!"

After some staring and giggles Tubbo's hands immediately came down without Tommy knowing and skittered all along his stomach

"AHAHAHAHA TUHUHUHUBOHOHO! NOHOHOT! THEHEHERE!"

"Kitchy Kitchy coo~"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHASE!"

Tubbo giggled taking a deep breath in blowing the biggest raspberry you ever did see onto the middle of Tommy's stomach, right on his giggle button!

"AHAHA! OKAHAHAY MEHEHERCYY! TUHUHUBS!"

Tubbo immediately stopped, rubbing away all of the ghost tickles ruffling Tommy's hair as he got his breath back to normal

"You good Toms?"

"Yeheah!"

"Good!"

Tubbo got off of the blonde giving him the biggest hug ever before realizing that there was a feather stuck to his back, he peeled it off and showed it to Tommy;

"Did you know that this was stuck to your back?"

"Pfft! Noho! I had no clue!"

"That's so funny!"

"Man that's just asking for it"

"I mean you did Toms"

"Oh hush!"

The pair giggled for a bit before Tommy started playing with his fingers "actually tubs?"

"Yes Tommy?"

"C-could you try tickling me with that? Gentle! Though please i-if you don't mind"

"Absolutely Sunshine! Make yourself comfortable buddy"

Tommy laid down across Tubbo's legs as Tubbo took the feather gently dragging it across his jawline and down the sides of his neck

"How does this feel?"

"Ihihit tIhihickles!"

"Good good! It's supposed to Toms! That means it's working!"

Tubbo dragged the feather over the shell of his ears watching Tommy scrunch up and giggle to his hearts content! It was the most precious thing ever!

Tubbo giggled dragging it down Tommy's right side of ribs and back up

"Hehey!"

"Tickle Tickle Toms~"

The last thing Tubbo did was guide the feather down his mid section circling his bellybutton getting ready for the grand finale

"Thuhuhubs!"

"I haven't gotten a chance to press your giggle button yet! I'm having Mr feather here do it for me! You ready Tomlee~"

"I ahaham nohohot! A LEeHEHeee!! IHiHiT! TIhihiHiCkleS! Okahahay! I'm dohohone now!"

Tubbo listened without a second thought, taking the feather out of his bellybutton and rubbing away the ghost tickles once more, playing with Tommy's blonde hair to sooth him as he drifted off to sleep.

"Goodnight Tom's, sleep well bossman you truly deserve it" Tubbo pulled the couch blanket up and over him so he could sleep peacefully, Turned off the TV and enjoyed the rest of the day happy to help and glad that Tommy is getting proper rest!

There is nothing he wouldn't do for Tommyinit, haha! Wow!

"Im home sweet- oh!" Ranboo smiled and hushed his voice down to a softer/quiter frequency as to not disturb Tommy's rest

"I got him good"

"Good job darling!"

"Why thank you handsome!"

Tommy's soft snores made them both smile as Ranboo went upstairs to put Michael to bed himself,

What a great day!

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This was a little more than I normally do (this is what a ler mood does to my writing lmao! /hj /lh)

But hey I'm going out with a bang!

Regardless I hope you all enjoyed because I certainly loved writing it! I loved being apart of This amazing week thank you again Fizz for creating this and for everything In general! @fizzthelee

Go check fizz's content out! Drink some water, Eat something yummy! Take care of yourselves and have a great day/night/evening my friends! You all truly deserve it!

-K :]

#fizz’s lee tommy week #k writes tk things #lee!tommyinnit #lee!tommy #ler!tubbo #the clingy duo my beloved /p /pos #dream smp tickle fic #mcyt tickle

[dreamsclock]

No Nuke Au’s anthem is “In Our Bedroom After the War” by Jackie Lee

this got so long and out of hand but i fucking LOVE this song and this au so i had to ramble about how perfect the lyrics are. under cut for length!!! (As usual disclaimer that this is only MY version of the au. there are loads of other ways it relates :D)

Wake up, say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you. If there's no one there, then there's no one there, but at least the war is over.

Literally the beginning of the No Nuke canon divergence. In my version, the nuke happens but only injures Dream and Punz, and Tommy drags Dream back to his house where he wakes up injured, disorientated, and alone. He'd grown used to waking up with Punz nearby, but things are different now. The war is... if not over, then it's changed. He doesn't have to fight for a goal he can't bring himself to understand. Tommy has his back - Dream tries to take relief in this, but can't help but feel so lonely.

It's us, yes, we're back again, here to see you through 'til the day's end. And if the night comes, and the night will come, well at least the war is over.

Tommy and Dream acclimatizing to their new lives. The old status-quo has been completely uprooted, and it's hard to scramble for a sense of normalcy with (for Tommy) your worst enemy and (for Dream) someone you've convinced yourself is a stupid kid who can be played like a pawn. They fight, they argue, they shout about the past and don't talk about the future, but despite this, they're... together. They have the same goal, and, unable to contact anyone else, they have to rely on each other. No matter what happens.

Lift you head and look out the window. Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go.

Works for both of them, honestly. Works for anyone central in this AU; Dream, Tommy, Punz. All of them have lost something. All of them are fighting towards something. Punz reminisces on what he and Dream had, while Tommy misses his friends, his family. Wilbur is gone, Techno is inaccessible in the Syndicate since the Egg has taken over after the Nuke. Tubbo is somewhere - Tommy doesn't know where. And Dream's whole ideology and life has been reshaped around the nuke, and he has no idea how things ended up like this. He finds himself pressed against the one grimy window of Tommy's house, staring out at the wreck of the server, wondering where everything went wrong. He doesn't ever really find his answer.

Listen, the birds sing. Listen, the bells ring.

Despite everything they've lost, though, Dream and Tommy don't lose hope!!! Tommy's optimism rubs off on Dream, and Dream's sheer stubbornness rubs off on Tommy. They remind each other that the server can be fixed. It can be.

All the living are dead, and the dead are all living. The war is over, and we are beginning.

Wilbur is gone, living his life somewhere new. Tommy isn't certain he's not dead. Wilbur is gone, Schlatt is gone, Ranboo is gone, and as time passes, most characters - Dream, Tommy, Punz, Tubbo, Quackity, Bad, etc - begin to feel like they might be dead themselves. It's hard to feel like they're alive when this is their reality - but, all of them remind themselves, the war is over. They're doing cleanup now. This is them, in their own, sometimes wrong ways: cleaning up the server, trying to fix things. Fix everything. For Bad and Punz, that's with the Egg. For Tubbo and Quackity, it's about making sure their respective groups of Snowchester and Las Nevadas thrive amongst the hellscape of the server. For Dream and Tommy, it's trying to restore the server back to the way it used to be. Because all of them love the server - they don't want it gone. They don't.

We won, or we think we did. When you went away, you were just a kid. And if you lost it all, and you've lost it, well, we'll still be there, when your war is over.

This again could apply to anyone. They were just kids when this started - Tommy was fifteen, Dream and Punz barely nineteen, twenty. And it links to Dream's eventual breakdown while living / working with Tommy, that has been building up since the initial nuke disaster. He's lost everything, it feels like, everything he's gone through - the prison, the wars, the destruction, the plan, everything - has been for nothing. He mourns the person he was, is terrified of the person he has become. He doesn't see a way for this to end without his death, but he's realized that, for the first time in a long, long time, he wants to live. He wants to be happy again.

Lift your head and look out the window. Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go. Listen, the birds sing.

Gradually, things get desperate in Tommy's house. Supplies are running out, tensions are fraught, they can barely go scouting anymore because of the Egg and how much it's spread over the whole shelter. Time is passing by quickly, and they need a solution. They need one fast. Punz loiters outside, and Dream refuses to give into him. And then-

Listen, the bells ring. All the living are dead, and the dead are all living. The war is over and we are beginning-

They hear a bell. A familiar one. They've run from Tommy's house and they're injured, exhausted, muddy, but the Syndicate, heavily fortified and defended, comes into view, and Techno is ringing a bell as the gates open for them. They're not dead! And they're welcoming them in!! For the first time in a long time, Tommy and Dream are hopeful. They might just be able to do this.

Here it comes, here comes the first day...

If this was an animatic, there would be a shot of all the main factions / characters preparing for the final fight, which happens again at the prison. This time, there's a sense of hope, almost. They're going to fix this, or they're going to die trying.

(And they do fix it. And they don't die. And the sun rises pale and weak the next morning, and Tommy, Dream, and Punz watch it together.)

(The first day of rebuilding the server is beautiful, fragile. But it's the first day of many, and they're going to be okay.)

#> au: no nuke finale #dreblr

[bitchyboy-writing]

words spread ch1

The whispers had been quiet, at first. Told between ladies in waiting and chambermaids, between squires and stable boys. 

“… new kingdom, close by us…” “...boar-king and the crow…” “... called it ‘the Empire’...”

Gossip travels quickly through court, but this was different. Everyone in Manberg court knew of the Empire by the fourth day of its forming, yet it wasn’t because of the rumours. It was because monarch-Emperor Schlatt had announced our… situation with the new country.

And your involvement in it.

—

Somehow, Tubbo woke up before you. You heard the regular bustle of the house, but added to it was also low muttering right outside your room. It sounded like your younger brother, your lady in waiting and the steward whispering to each other. Something must have come in with the pigeons this morning, otherwise, Tubbo would have just bounded inside like the little menace that he is.

Our father had finally allowed him to learn how to lead a household, and you were sent along with him to learn ‘womanly household things’.

A loud knock snapped you from your reverie, and as you had thought, Minx, your head of ladies, called through the door.

“Good morning, your royal highness. May I, the steward, and his royal highness- your brother- come in?” Her voice was soft, almost light enough to think that she was forcing casual respect into her tone. (Which, as you knew, she was.)

Closed dresser, wooden door, open window. Your eyes tracked around the room, making sure everything was appropriate for two gentlemen to see. 

“Of course, Minx. Come in.” You sat up in bed, settling your nightgown around you. You needed to be at least semi-appropriate for whatever emergency you’d have to deal with for the day.

The door creaked open, the steward holding the door open for your brother and your lady. Tubbo walked in calmly, and that was your first sign that something was wrong. Tubbo? Calm? You would eat your hat. Then came Minx, holding an envelope a fair bit harsher than a piece of paper would normally deserve. The steward came last, his portly frame just filling out the edge of your bedside, effectively trapping you within a circle of your own family and servants.

“It’s a letter from Father, (y/n). It's addressed to us.” 

Only ten words and yet they froze you, making your pulse beat firework fast. 

“A… Letter. From Father.” Your voice was controlled. Pointed.

Your brother shuffled from one foot to the other, and Minx handed you the letter. It was still sealed. The edges were crumpled, having gone through the messaging system DIScord, and then through Minx’s worrying.

You turn to the two servants beside you, raising your hand slightly in the air to dismiss them. The two scurry out, with Minx looking back once to give you a thumbs up. Her kind of thumbs up was in fact a sly middle finger, but you knew her intentions.

 She'd had that polite front for maybe… the first two years she had served you? It had dropped once, late at night during the winter, and ever since she's been just the right amount of rude you needed as a princess. She still tried to be respectful around your brother and the other servants, but it was becoming harder and harder to hide her brashness.

When she walked out (and closed) the door, Tubbo finally approached you. He jump-sat on your bed and leaned forwards, towards the unopened letter. He grabbed your hand.

“We can do this. It won’t be that bad. It could even be good! Like… uh … maybe he’s opening Snowchester back up for us?”

That would be nice. Snowchester had some very good childhood memories for the two of you, but somehow this letter felt more dangerous than that.

Peeling the envelope apart was the next step, then opening up the thin paper to the window. Blinking, letting light fold across the scrap, the words became clear for the both of you.

My dear beloved son (and daughter),

I require you in court for the winter solstice. News has reached the capital that needs the two of you here to receive. Be ready. Be presentable.

Your father and monarch-Emperor,

Schlatt Beloved

The winter solstice was three days away, including today. You would need to travel, and fast. The true heart of the kingdom was a day’s ride, but add in the decorum of a carriage and it turns to two and a half. The two of you had to pack, grab your personal servants, and order a carriage all before noon.

A flurry of movement distracted you from your thoughts, as Tubbo leaped off the bed in excitement and promptly fell face-first onto the cold marble. You hadn’t heard a crack, so his nose must have been safe, but the rest of his face was up for grabs by the white stone that surrounds your bed.

Standing up, he rubs his newly bruised cheek. He doesn’t spit out any teeth, which is frankly relieving. Jewelled teeth may be a sign of status, but what kind of just king had a mouth of gold before he was even crowned? He brushes the rest of his curly mess of hair out of the way, and you’re glad to see no other injuries.

“Nice one, idiot” There was a happy lilt to your tone, a giggle bursting at the last second.

“Who are you calling ‘idiot’, bitch?” He always had to add to the bit, make it just a bit extreme. His laugh came a second later, sitting down and elbowing you in the ribs. 

“You, bitch” you imitate him, causing the two of you to collapse back onto the plush of your bed.

“Will you fix this already? It hurts…” he dragged out the last syllable, whining his way into getting a healing potion. 

Getting up to grab one from your chest, your feet almost stick to the floor with how cold they are. After rummaging through your defensive vials and invisibilities, you pull out a very small vial of regeneration. You hold out a small cloth in your lap and allow three drops to soak through. 

You hand it to Tubbo, and he applies it to his cheek. He sighs a fraction of a second later, and you meet eyes. 

“Go on, Tubs. Get everything ready. You have more power than me anyway.” You stood, dusting off your gown and held out a hand to bring him back up to stand. He pulls himself up, and all of sudden you are surrounded by limbs and hair and far too fancy clothing. He’s hugging you.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll stick together.”

“Yeah. We will.” Holding him tight, your voice only had a small shake. If Tubbo noticed, he doesn't mention it.

—

Riding out in the carriage an hour before schedule should have been a relief, but it felt more like a numbness in your fingers. Straight across from you, your brother and his hand servant, and next to you is Minx. All of us dressed in furs, our bags at our feet. Golden embellishments are everywhere, but the carriage is still cold to the bone.

Aside from horses clopping and the driver’s commands, it is eerily silent in the small false room you’ve found yourself in. Trying to lose yourself in a novel hadn’t worked for the silence, nor had staring out the window at the passing trees and snow. 

Your thoughts kept looping through the letter, trying to parse any more information than what was originally revealed. He hadn’t sounded excited about the news, but when had Father shown exuberance in anything? It was short and formal and so utterly concerning. 

“My lady,” Minx asked quietly, allowing herself the opportunity of speech. She was always allowed to speak to me, however, ‘normal’ ladies in waiting would be less bold.

“if… If you are nervous about the long trip, you could embroider with me. I am working on an overskirt for my mother.” She continues. 

She tries to be polite in front of the two men, and she presented a distraction that was appropriately lady-like. What would you do without her?

“I would love to join you in your endeavour, Minx. What is the pattern?” 

“It’s tulips, my lady. Her birth-flower.”

“That sounds lovely. Do you have extra needles and thread?”

—

When it was finally too dark for the two of you to finish the embellishments, the carriage pulls up to a small baron's fiefdom. Time for you to perform! The servants went out the doors first, then a footman helped you down from the small height of the carriage floor. 

The four of you gather outside the baron’s gated estate. A guard sends a withering glare at you, but you volley it like a ball, smiling glacially at every soldier you can see. 

“I am princess (y/n) of Manberg, along with heir-prince Tubbo of Manberg. We need a refuge from the night. Please, wake your lord.” Your smile widened when the men who were grimacing were now trembling. You didn’t lord your power over many, but soldiers who try to frighten common folk? You would use your power to its full extent. 

—

The next night was like the first, ordering people to give you refuge and waking at the egg-crack of dawn to continue travel. Somehow, the scenery had become even shabbier, drier with heat and with constant travel. 

Minx had finished her overskirt hours earlier, and it laid now packed in her satchel that hangs from her hip. Now, with drab scenery and no busywork, truly the only thing that consumed you was ‘the news’ your Father had fabled. Tubbo, at least, had his driving lessons in the coach box for the half-day, but you were stuck.

News has reached the capital that needs the two of you here to receive.

Be ready. 

Be presentable.

All it did was echo.

Be ready. 

Be presentable.

And echo.

Be presentable.

What did he mean?

—

When you had arrived in court, it was just past the sun’s setting. The solstice was the next day, and you had arrived just in time, along with the other major lords of Manberg. A distinctly Kiniko carriage was also pulled up along the palace, as well as an SMP caravan. Monarch-Emperor Schlatt must have called on everyone, even the diplomats. 

The footman and the driver corral the horses and the carriage into a small, private grassy area not too far from the entrance. 

Tubbo took your hand up again, putting it into the crook of his arm. The two of you had to be as proper as two royal siblings aught, and that included proper walking techniques. The two of you walked to the gate, and only had to show your faces for passage deeper into the estate.

Passing guard after guard, count after earl, you both kept climbing. Your first stop needed to be a presentation of each other in front of your Father, otherwise, it could be seen as an insult to him. The last thing we wanted to do was to insult him.

When finally breaching the throne room, you took a glance at each other. You flattened down the top of his fluffy curls and he twirled a ribbon back into your hair. After turning to face the doors, Tubbo pushed them open.

When facing your Father, there were specific rules to keep in mind. No eye contact, no mumbling, and the unspoken rule, pay most attention to Tubbo. Walking into the throne room though gave you the shivers, as you felt your Father’s (and the duke’s) eyes on you. 

“I am duty-bound to announce Tubbo Beloved, heir-prince to the Manberg throne.” You kept your eyes firmly glued to the floor as you bow. You would not give the two of them a single thing to complain about.

“I am honour-bond to announce (y/n) Beloved, princess to the Manberg throne.” Tubbo matches your bow, though technically he is meant to be above me. The idiot, putting himself in danger for me and my desire to be equal. 

“Hello, my son. My daughter. I am glad to have you home again.”

Tubbo stepped forwards. He would handle the rest of the conversation until it reached the point of marriage proposals. Is that why the duke was here?

“Father. We are glad to be home. Why have you called us so quickly to your side?”

“There is grave news, my son. I need the two of you to help me with current negotiations.”

Negotiations? Sure, that sounded like something Tubbo would be a part of, but what about you? You hadn’t even been allowed in the war room. 

“I am pleased to help you, Father. What will (y/n) be doing?”

Looks like Tubs has picked up on it too. Something strange is happening, and it’s our job to figure out what before we accidentally step in it.

“She will have her marital use in the negotiation. Do not worry, the both of you. It will all be explained after the sun’s first rays tomorrow morning.” That’s why the Duke is here. You suppose it had to happen eventually. You tried to hide your fear behind a pleasant smile.

“I will need the two of you by my sides in the morning, do you understand?”

“Of course, Father. We will be here.” You nod in the back, eyes fixed on your Father’s shined black boots.

“You are dismissed.” He waved his hand. He turned back to his conversation with the Duke.

You both bow low again to your Father, then walk out as calmly as possible. The two of you must have run back to your childhood rooms, but neither of you remembered it. You sat, clinging to him for a while. 

Was that it? Was he finally going to marry you off to Duke Quackity, the man that had thought you promised to him since the moment he saw you? He must have finally given your Father a good enough deal for you. Was that why he wanted you presentable? 

Anger clouded your judgement and you jumped off the queen bed, before pouncing back into it and punching the pillows. The most aggressive thing a woman could do while with company, you supposed. You ripped at the blanket, not doing much more damage than a frustrated kitten. The blankets were fur, well treated, and not easily ripped apart.

Tubbo dove out of the way of your first attack, but then held up a pillow for you to smack with unrepentant fury.

“Pretend the pillow is the Duke’s face. I’m sure you’ll get more use out of it that way.”

That caused you to swipe at it, taking the pillow from him and hitting him over the head with it. He shrieked, as teenaged boys are wont to do, and grabbed a second pillow to defend himself. He used it as a body shield, keeping you away from his face and vital organs. 

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Marry. Him!” With each exclamation, you hit Tubbo with the pillow, rage following from your vein to the feathers. With the last hit, you lost steam and collapsed against your brother. Face red-hot and pulse point freezing, you cry against him. Just a few slip past your eyes and down onto his shoulder, and even fewer soak through.

“When I’m monarch-Emperor, I’ll send for you. You won’t have to stay with him.” He stops there, but only to take in a breath. He seems stunned, a bit, by the words coming out of his mouth but he continues.

“You just need to survive the first few years, then I can bring you home again, I promise.”

You still. He hasn’t made a promise in years. Not since… not since Tommy. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Then you fell asleep.

#technoblade #technoblade/reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade x y/n #tubbo myct #minx mcyt #jschlatt mcyt #alternate universe - medieval

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

As promised @hopalongfairywren @routeriver @helpicant-stop

A probably forever unfinished excerpt to something I was supposed to call Nip the Bud. Feel free to dm me for more context on how that was supposed to turn out.

Canon divergent but barely/mostly canon compliant, headcanons galore, no ships, c!Hannah-centric

Working against nature rather than with it, playing into strength and pride rather than wit and principle, the fairy despised the men of the Dream SMP, and she loathed the men who embodied it well, especially those desperately trying to do so. Hannah suspected that they believed the illusion of belonging possessed by the culture of the serverland was going to fill the gaping hole in their souls. What bullshit!

Realizing that the aromatic water treatment she had been taught as a child wasn’t working, her mind began to wonder as to where else she could seek better medical assistance. One would think that some rose water would aid a rose fairy, but alas.

As she went to stroll about for her daily check of the server’s flower behavior, a regrown, tall plant caught her attention.

It seemed that Ponk’s lemon trees had grown back after several fires in the past few months. The one she was looking at had begun to flower (hence why it got her attention) though had yet to produce fruit.

Ponk was a human, dubiously a man, but yet seemed to both to qualify and stand out in the sea of disappointing folks Hannah encountered in the server. It probably had to do with his whole lemon tree thing.

As she went closer to further observe the tree, whispers and mewing began to cry out in Hannah’s mind, making her stop in her tracks.

The sensation was familiar, and that terrified her, reminding the poor fairy of her actions and her pains the last time an accursed set of plants began speaking to her in distinct voices. Though, she had to admit, the cat meowing was certainly new. It should not sound bothersome, but it was.

Hannah swallowed and rushed forward anyway, because it was her job to make sure the growths of this tree weren’t dangerous. The Egg has broken many habits, but this part of her nature it can never shatter.

Inhale, exhale.

“Your flowers smell nice,” Hannah whispered to the tree, using her magic to make one of its branches stretch out to her hand. The noises in her brain then began to become a bit more coherent, clarity in every carress of the magical lemon tree.

Chatter—the kind she heard from many allied chats that roamed the server—was what she was hearing, and this calmed her down somewhat. Ponk’s Chat must have been spirits tied to his trees, and how he valued these trees so much suddenly made a lot more sense.

This was an odd chat for someone who seemed as normal as Ponk was to possess. A spirit chat would be attributable to someone like the infamous Technoblade, or the reanimated Wilbur Soot, but these sweet voices belonged to Ponk, who shared the same wistful chaos and scattered wisdom he did.

Hannah smiled at the banter of the lemon spirits, chuckling before giving the tree a kiss goodbye.

In response, the tree dropped a newspaper on her head. Hannah then picked up what seemed to be the issue of that month.

"CONNOREATSPANTS FOUND DEAD AT LNV CASINO,” "WANTED: SOUVENIR SHOPKEEPER," “AIMSBUCKS REOPENING IN HOLLOW VALLEY—” The headlines were as exciting as usual, but one of the ads caught the fairy’s attention, “PONK'S CITRUS REMEDIES.”

She took out her phone and quickly called the number on the ad, happy that the apparent doctor's chat was happy to send her to his care.

Ponk answered right away, and briefly too, responding to Hannah's description of her ailments with a demand for an immediate visit to a set of coordinates.

The coords the doctor sent Hannah led her to one of the coldest areas of the server, an area notably much colder than Snowchester.

She shivered in her woolen shawl—a "pity prize" from Punz, after winning a week's worth of their (mostly) daily duels—checking again if she read the coordinates wrong.

Nope. Definitely it.

Once Hannah could spot the house—no, houses, apparently, she began to run, slowing down at the realization of where she must probably be.

This was factored by the sight of the baby zombie piglin playing with the absurd amount of dogs within the confines of the houses’ gate.

She hadn’t seen MICHAEL in a very long time, but she knew how valuable the child was to his parents. While the thought of getting the kid out of the equation would get some assholes from Kinoko off her back, it wasn't right to do it when the child was so loved to begin with.

There is a time for cruelty, and that wasn't it.

The piglin saw her and immediately waved in greeting. Hannah waved back and went towards the gate.

“Hello MICHAEL,” She greeted the child, “Is Ponk here?”

He nodded, snorting chipperly, and pointed to one of the houses. This one was marked by a mural of sorts.

That was Philza’s house. All Hannah knew about Philza was that Death followed him, that he was very old, that he was an angel, and that he was dangerous if provoked, treating blood as decoration rather than stains on his person.

MICHAEL broke Hannah’s train of thought by opening the gate for her, leading her by hand to the door of the angel’s house.

She thanked the child, conjuring a small rose bloom and placing it on his head. Once the child left, she knocked.

“Wait, stay seated, I can get it,”

“Are you sure, mate?”

“I need you to keep still for a few more minutes. Stretch your wings out a bit more.”

“Gotcha.”

Hannah had been greeted by Ponk, who opened the door to receive her.

“Sorry if I asked you to come here, Hannah,” He said as she walked in, “You and Phil have similar problems, so I thought it would be easier if I did your wings here as well.”

“It’s no problem,” She told him, understanding.

“Oh, and er,” Ponk turned to Phil, who was seated in one of the chairs in the house, sat next to a table full of medicines, bowls, potions, and gauzes, “Phil! Have you met Miss Hannahrose yet?”

Hannah turned to the angel, who nodded at her.

“Not properly,” Phil adjusted his position to let Ponk continue his work, “Welcome to my house, Hannah. If you need anything while waiting, feel free to go down to the basement. The bathroom and the kitchen are there.”

“Of course,” Hannah kept up a cordial smile, nearing the doctor and his patient to observe.

This was the first time Hannah saw Philza up close, and she was haunted by the sight of his wings. Phil’s wings were bird-like, and seeing the wear and tear of his wings was gruesome to look at. Many of the bones were charred and disjointed from awkward self-healing remedies, and much of the surrounding flesh was still red and exposed, standing out despite the fluff of his feathers, as well as the passage of time.

Ponk was rubbing the exposed bones like it was dull porcelain, dipping a cloth repeatedly into a solution Hannah couldn’t make heads or tails about.

“Are you cleaning his wounds, Ponk?”

“Oh no, this solution is to keep the exposed bone from going brittle,” Ponk replied, concentrated in his work.

“When I realized the flesh wouldn’t grow back, I called in,” Phil said, “which kinda sucks. My wings used to heal themselves before I came here.”

“Same!” Hannah voiced out, taking the nearest chair in the area, “Did they ever feel stiff during your first days here?”

“Oh my God,” Phil remarked with a relief he clearly hadn’t felt in a while, “I was wondering why these things got all fucked up when I got in spawn. Even before, well, before my wings got a lot more fucked up, I suddenly couldn’t fly anymore.”

“Jesus, and I thought it was the Egg that hindered my flight,” Hannah couldn’t fly during her first days too, wings stiffened like they were glass sculptures, “For a time, I did get them working again.”

“Ah right, you won that Clean Up Event!” Ponk interjected.

“Yeah, the Elytrian assist gift really put the magic back in my wings,” Hannah reminisced on her short period of blissful flight, “well, for a while anyway.”

Phil took a good look at Hannah’s broken wings, wincing quietly knowing just how much more fragile bug wings were.

“Is it too rude to ask?”

She sighed, “I was relocating for a new home, and I wanted to get rid of my old one. Boomer got a little too excited and blew up my house before I was fully outside.”

“Holy shit,” Phil was shocked, “Did you die?”

“Almost,” Hannah pointed at her wings, “these saved my life. I probably would have if I had lost the Clean Up Event.”

“I’m sorry,” Phil gave her his pity, “Explosives can be a bitch to handle sometimes. I would know.”

“Oh yeah,” Ponk was finished with the exposed bone, “Just like when you helped blow up L’Manburg!”

“As it should,” Phil spat back, asserting an authority to remind Ponk just whose house everyone was in.

Ponk showed no fear, unmoved while preparing another medicine, “I'm just stating the facts, Philip. Just stating the facts...”

Hannah watched closely Ponk mix together in a bowl a Potion of Healing, carbonated Ghast tears, and another substance Hannah couldn’t identify. The mixture had smelled heavily of citrus once it was being combined.

“Is that a homemade solution, Ponk?” Hannah asked.

“Yep! A healing paste enhanced with lemon oil and pectin,” Ponk took a bit of the mixture in his hand, “fresh from my trees, so you know it’s legit.”

“Of course, your trees,”

"I hope Chat was polite."

"Uh, of course! O-Of course, they were delightful."

Hannah then watched Ponk place the medicine on the exposed flesh of Phil’s wings. Phil pursed his lips as the procedure was being done, an indicator that the medicine stung a little.

“How bad does it hurt?” She asked Phil.

“Like your usual acid solution,” Phil inhaled, “But, er, you know—fuck! F-For your wings.”

Hannah sucked in through gritted teeth, imagining very well the possible sensation.

"How much longer until it's my turn, Ponk?"

"Give me an hour. Your wings might also take a bit longer than Phil's,"

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, scaly bug wings are far more del-delegate—delicate, sorry, than the feathery wings of a bird."

"Ah, of course."

The doctor, after applying the medicinal paste, prepared the banadages. They were clearly imported from other servers, the material unfamiliar. Ponk brushed disinfectant on the inner portion before wrapping them strategically on Phil's wings. He did his work with such precision that seemed like he had done the work forever.

The procedure indeed finished within the hour, leaving Phil to do some stretching before going down to prepare food for the guests.

Hannah caught him as she was being sat down by Ponk.

"How long have you been receiving the treatment, Phil?" She asked.

"Around May last year," Phil hummed out.

"Wow," That was a long time, "And there's been no changes?"

"Nothing's gotten worse," Ponk replied for him as he readied another set of medicines and instruments, "but nothing's getting better. Phil's wings have remained in that state of damage for more than a year now."

"And it is strange, y'know, how that is," Phil continued with an irritated concern, "I've spoken to my, er, to an important person I know, and as far as she knows, something's just fuckin' weird with the essence of the server, and it's preventing my wings from healing properly."

"You mean your wife, Philip?" Ponk was walking towards Hannah again, "Because i agree with her."

"I mean, of course. She's always right, after all."

Ponk and Hannah giggled at that remark.

"Of the many weird things in this server, there's been a noticeable trend of wound and injury stagnation," Ponk responded, "And it's growing more common. I have to resort to more… mysterious measures to get better working medicine."

"You mean the magic from your lemon trees?" Hannah asked, still intrigued by them.

"Yes, and it's a higher magic, our dear little fairy," He then gestured for Hannah to gently flap and stretch out her wings, "we all have our gods, our beloved higher powers that keep us afloat."

Hannah caught Ponk giving Phil a knowing look.

"I'm… going to make tarts and tea," the Angel descended downstairs, "I'll be back."

Hannah began to feel Ponk slowly pull on the edges of her ripped wings, the scratch and stretch weird and tingly.

"Does this hurt?"

"No, just don't pull too hard, Ponk."

"Of course."

What Ponk apparently did was dab and cut away the charred edges of Hannah's wings. This was the most painful part, as well as the longest. Once that was over, Ponk was speedy with the succeeding procedures.

"Are you feeling alright, Hannah?"

"It still stings, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Good, good," She watched him place the clipped wing scales in a bag, tying it closed with a pink string from one of Phil's chests, "you'll have to come back to me regularly for these next ones."

"Like you do with Phil?"

"Pretty much," Ponk then began to ready his medicinal mixtures.

"H-How many times do I—"

"Once a week. That would do."

"Is that how many times you come over to Phil's?"

"At first," Ponk went behind Hannah, applying the mixture gently on her wings, "but after some affairs on both our ends, I would see him once a month. We might make it like that once your body's used to the lemons."

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp fanfic #dsmp fanfic #c!hannahxxrose #c!ponk #c!philza

[sunlitmcgee]

do the ranboos want to go back to being together or no? How did the seperatiob happen? How’s everyone taking this?

Oh they very much wanna go back to together! They are full people, but they can feel how incomplete their personalities are w/o being merged and feel very Alone without their other half. That, and the stress that comes from seeing how worried and sad cClingy are w/o THEIR Ranboo are makes them really upset.

I still haven't decided on the exact cause of the split! I am leaning towards the idea that it's because of Ranboo's experiments w enderwalk going wrong, since whether ccRanboo wants to say it or not, the "splashing himself w potion bottles to 'scare' him into enderwalk" always struck me as a sympthom of cRanboo's self esteem issues and lack of self care towards his personal safety in a desperate attempt to understand the enderwalk to "protect" his family from what he was so sure was the biggest threat to them: himself (this is ofc not true at all).

cClingy are mostly focused on keeping everything at the mansion under control. cDream is out at this point, so they are mostly hiding and hunkering down until they're sure it's safe enough to go outside to reach out for help. I am unsure what anyone outside of snowchester thinks of it yet, but im sure i'll figure it out soon!

#twain!ranboo #ask

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

so, i have this. interesting Exile kin memory, that's really funny if you think about it.

so, for one thing, i was in Exile for A Few Months (Late Nov. 2020-Early Feb. 2021), and Dream, upon getting thrown in jail, sent Punz messages basically going "Hey, uh, Tommy's still in Exile, do you think you could go check up on them? Maybe keep her in the Lab 'til I get back?" and Punz went "Uh...sure, man." now, you see, the thing about Punz is that they had Limits.

one of those Limits was child abuse!

so i want you to imagine for a moment: he shows up to Logstedshire, looking for me, only to find me nearly half-dead in the woods, delirious from sickness, and very clearly injured.

...yeah, they chose to take me back to the main area, despite my protests (because, keep in mind: Exile).

but, now imagine this with me, if you will:

you are a person on the server. specifically, you are Jack Manifold. things have been much more calm since Dream was put in jail. people can finally start to Do Shit without being constantly worried about The Green Bitch lurking in the shadows.

out of nowhere, you see Punz, the local mercenary, carrying this almost unconscious kid, who you've all believed has been dead since Christmas, and tells you "Hey, I found Tommy in the woods." they do not elaborate much from here, despite your questioning. they pretty much dump this, and i cannot stress this enough, half-dead, like we're talking On Death's Doorstep, kid who's delirious from pain and some sort of sickness, who is rambling on about how "Dream's gonna be so pissed when he gets back" on you before leaving. you still don't understand why he couldn't have just taken this kid over to someone like Tubbo, Ranboo, fuck, even Quackity, y'know, people who were actually close to them instead of you.

this kid threw you into lava and, from your perspective, didn't even try to help.

but...she's shivering. he can hardly even tell where he is, who you are. they're covered in bruises, cuts, scars, and she's got the worst black eye you think you've ever seen.

he doesn't look like he'll live long enough for you to get him over to Snowchester.

so...what else can you do? time to break out some blankets, Strong regen potions, and some soup. you also need to inform Tubbo of the...surprising news.

this'll be a Long couple of weeks.

(like, if you think about this, this is all rather sad and almost disturbing realistically speaking. but like. it's also really fucking funny if you think about it. like, Punz found me Practically Dying in the woods and instead of, y'know, Actually Helping with my injuries (they knew how potions and shit worked, i know that for a fact, as well as some basic first aid), they take me to Jack Fucking Manifold of all people and say "Alright here ya go your problem now." like. he cared about me, don't get me wrong, but like. That was Punz's first plan, apparently!)

Jack manifold be like “I said I’d be worse but Holy Shit”

[ticklyenderman]

welcome to the rp blog:)

last updated: may 30, 2023 12:48PM

main: @strangleetomz

This account is strictly SFW, the owner of this blog (me) is a minor. NSFW DNI!

Hc’s are a work in progress.

general hc’s💜

Originally, Ranboo is from the End and was royalty. That’s why they wear the crown.

They are nonbinary and use they/he pronouns //they mostly prefer they/them but doesn’t particularly mind he/him.

They’re often caught carrying a grass block or their memory book. If not either of those then they will most likely just have their hands in their pockets.

Constantly surrounded & followed by enderman particles.

They are very anxious and shy, all the time. They speak quietly a lot unless around somebody they really, really trust.

They are typically found either in snowchester or a forest, sometimes just wandering the SMP.

They spend way too much time mining, they overwork themselves.

appearance hc’s🌓

Their skin & hair is very messily split black and white. On the white side of their body, their hair is black. On the black side of their body, their hair is white.

This isn’t a hc considering it is canon, but they are 8’5. They’re often more hunched over to appear somewhat shorter, and it’s entirely fucked up their posture. Their platform boots make them about 8’8-8’9.

Their wardrobe consists of black suits, black dress pants, black skirts (hardly ever wears), red ties, black ties, black platform boots, and white platform boots. They do own a couple sweaters and more comfortable pants, but they almost never wear them. They have flower crowns from Tubbo and Tommy, and emerald earings from Techno and Phil.

They have light purple scars on their face, streamed down like tears. Water burns them because they’re an enderman, so when they would cry it burned them badly and scarred their face.

they have fangs

they’re hair is long, it reaches their shoulders and sometimes their neck / ears get tickled by their own hair

they also have two tails that r very fluffy!! and they have horns !!!!

lee hc’s🌙

this poor. poor baby/hj

they are very much a shy and gentle lee

they love gentle tickles

but they also love rougher tickles

when they get tickled, if its going to last a bit then they prefer it starting gentle and gradually leading to rough / playful

they cannot handle any teases or complements. at all.

they can NOT say the “t word.” if they try it’ll just be “t- t- t.. ti- t… aagh! i can’t do it..”

THEY BLUSH PURPLE. PURPLE BLUSH/pos

they are most definitely a lee leaning switch.

they looooveeee tickle kisses/p, raspberries & nibbles ! :D

they don’t really say many protests, they just take whatever torture (/j) theyre given. unless with tubbo or tommy or sometimes wilbur, then threats and protests will be given.

they can’t handle rough or light, both techniques will kill them. they can never win/hj

(to the mfs w/ wings they are very feather sensitive btw😇)

ler hcs⚡️

they are also a shy ler!

they don’t really tease as much because they’re very anxious almost all the time and just not confident when it comes to tickling others. so, they resort to complements.

example; “aww, look at you!” “you’re laughter is adorable, i could listen to it all day.” “you’re so cute!” etc etc

they will eventually gain more confidence once it goes on long enough, until then enjoy being a puddle of giggles and flusteredness

fangs. nibbles. they give nibbles. have somebody prepare ur funeral when this happens/hj

they are suprisingly very good at raspberries as well

they love giving tickle kisses just as much as they love receiving, however they’ll only do this to certain people. (they accept them from anyone though)

they have claws! perfect for light traces>:} /vpos

they will often ask things like “is this okay?” and start off really gentle, because they’re afraid of hurting their lee, making them uncomfortable or “doing it wrong.”

spot hc’s🌺

palms / hands: 3/10, not insanely bad but you’ll get some really soft / squeaky giggles !

arms / shoulders : 3.5/10, about the same as their hands just sliiightly worse

sides: 5.3/10: any technique here will get them to be really reallyy squirmy and giggly, tasering / poking gets them to squeal and raspberries or even nibbles if u decide to do that will get them to shriek. (nibbles or raspberries anywhere get them shrieking)

underarms: 6/10, any tickles here get loud squeals n giggles, rough or light, tracing or scribbles, anything here gets them rlly bad

stomach: 7.5/10, this spot’s not horrible, however, if you you use the right techniques that can escalate to a 10/10 real quick. raspberries or nibbles?? they are a deadman/j. you go for their navel ??? deadman !!/j if u do that thing where its like you trace / circle their stomach, getting closer to their navel before attacking ?? deadman./j BUT light tickles ?? hello?? gentle tracing, light scribbles / spidering ?? loud giggles, squeals. tickle kisses here ?? oohh they’ll melt. blushy giggly melty ranboo !!/pos

back: 7.6/10 this spot is great for gentle tickles, it is mostly a melt spot but it depends on what techniques u use!

thighs: 8/10, loud laughter n shrieks from this spot !! and kicks ! i reccomend pinning lmaoo they r a KICKER /pos

knees: 8.3/10 wHEHWW you should DEFINITELY pin them for this they WILL kick you WILL receive brain damage once kicked with those long ass legs /hj they will be yelling and most definitely trying to get away from you bc its just. SO. bad/pos

ribs: 9/10, they SCREAAM once this is targetted ! lots of squirming n bucking, if u do the rib counting game they’ll die. lower ribs are worse than upper but they’re both still very bad! weeakkk to raspberries here, and their back ribs ?? they’ll die. they will die. raspberries or nibbles there kill them btw

hips: 100/10 UUEHEHAHAHFJS THIS SPOT GETS THEM SCREAMING !! Shrieky laughter, squeals, bucking their hips, you MUST pin if you tickle them here they will be ALL OVER THE PLACE!! raspberries ?? killer. nibbles ?? killer.

neck / ears: 10/10!! especially the back of their neck, they’ll die!! but theyre so tall that nobody can ever reach up there, no one expects them to be so insanely ticklish there! they keep these spots protected at all costs even if the person doesnt pose a “threat.” raspberries to the back of their neck will kill them, raspberries anywhere on their neck will kill them but especially on the back. nibbles will kill them. absolutely destroy them. kisses ?? squeals n melts its adorable

boundaries

NSFW DNI!! I WILL NOT RP WITH YOU IF YOU ARE AN NSFW BLOG.

I prefer rping with people i already know / am friends with! sorry

i am not really comfortable with feet tkls i guess something brief like a tail or smth brushing on their foot would be fine ?? but try to just like not do anything w/ it at all

do not constantly remind me to respond! i will respond whenever i can think of a response or whenever i want to respond

No stocks or tools. Pinning and holding hands up or pinning hands under ur knees is fine but NO STOCKS OR TOOLS

#ticklyenderman #lee!ranboo #ler!ranboo #sfw tickle rp blog

[a-decent-human-being5]

So for like a year I’ve had a notes page titled “C!beeduo thoughts for when I cave and download tumblr” and I finally did so even though I’m not super interested in them anymore it would feel wrong not to post these thoughts (also feel free to ask for clarification if you want because these notes are jumbled as hell)

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-name a better duo then c!beeduo fans and being touch starved I’ll wait (no c!beeduo themselves don’t count)

-Ranboo forgetting he thought Tubbo ender

C!Ranboo: says something sweet in ender

C!Tubbo: (genuinely touched) hey bossman do you remember teaching me ender

C!Ranboo: (now a little embarrassed) no

-They immediately hug each other so tight and refuse to let go appon c!Ranboo’s revival

-When c!Ranboo looks people in the eyes he gets murderous thoughts because endermen but for c!Tubbo he can look in his eyes because the thoughts are muddled by sweet ones about how much he loves him

-Them calling each other pretty because I know for a fact those two are insecure about their appearance

-nlm c!beeduo: awkward and nervous around each other

snowchester c!beeduo: still awkward and nervous around each other but now they are married and with child

-the fact they can look each other in the eyes means a lot on both sides

-Michael has a British accent

-endear walk Ranboo cares for his family deeply

-ew!Ranboo is also more clingy and overprotective

-they’re extra clingy when c!ranboo gets revived

-c!Ranboo giving c!Tubbo his jacket when he’s cold because the cold barely even effects him anyways (enderman)

-both of them having pink hair or white hair

-c!Tubbo being able to pick

c!Ranboo up but c!Ranboo is convinced he’s going to drop him

-all wholesome and genuinely sweetest nicknames started off as insults

-they are nothing if not both insecure about their relationship

-c!ranboo: so is their a mr _ in your life or

C!tubbo: yeah it’s you

C!ranboo: wait really

-C!ranboo is very much not a morning person

-c!Ranboo calls c!Tubbo and Michael “his favorite boys”

-c!Tubbo can’t call them his favorite boys because c!tommy will throw a fit (also c!Ranboo nonbinary real)

-c!Tubbo and Michael doing the angry face thing me and dad do

-c!Ranboo listening to him rant about red stone and nukes

-c!Tubbo wants to be held c!Ranbbo wants to hold

-c!Ranboo brushing the bangs out of c!Tubbo’s face so he can see his eyes

-c!Tubbo hitting himself to try and stop himself from crying

-they do each other’s hair

-c!tubbo is a communist not because he’s anti exploiting the working class but because he’s pro exploiting rich people

-c!tubbo sneaking up behind c!Ranboo to give him a kiss on the cheek and it always catches c!Ranboo off guard

-c!Ranboo gets to be mostly unlabelled as a treat

Gender: idk

Romantic orientation: idk

Whether or not his relationship with his husband is platonic or romantic: idk

-post marriage pre falling in love c!beeduo >>>>>>

-queer platonic infuses on the queer

-c!tubbo used to joke flirt with c!Ranboo as a way to pretend he was like actually close

-“He claimed to love Ranboo's wealth, for it was far easier than admitting the truth-“ (I think this was a quote from a fic but I don’t remember which one)

-c!beeduo cheesy hallmark movie au

-c!tubbo is just so seasonal

-the idea of taxes never actually mattering to c!beeduo is fine and good but it’s so much more funny if there just stupid and thought that the marriage would genuinely help with the taxes that they don’t pay

-one of them loves to read and the other absolutely despise it but I can’t decide who’s who

-matching explosion scares that they take care of together

-they can’t go to bed angry like physically c!ranboo will count as a hostile mob and c!tubbo “can’t sleep monsters near by”

-ghostboo making his vail darker/more opaque so c!Tubbo doesn’t have to see his dead husbands face

-c!Ranboo’s earnings act as item space

-ghostboo: I thought maybe you could love me like you used to even though I’m different

-c!Tubbo: and she’s smiling at me and I feel nothing I feel empty and I’m scared that

-mermaid (cRanboo) and pirate (cTubbo) au (actually ended up drawing this hell yeah)

-c!Ranboo (or c!Tubbo honestly) and c!Aimsey are just going to be mlm + wlw solidarity I can already tell

-c!Aimsey is Michaels cool uncle I don’t care it’s happening (sorry c!Tommy you’ve been replaced)

-c!Ranboo uses more cute nicknames then c!Tubbo

-c!Ranboo: do you think I’m a good dad

c!Tubbo: I mean you’re no Tubbo underscore beloved but yeah you’re alright

-these repressed bitches who have awful copping mechanism

-c!Tubbo is either the most overdramatic sick person or he completely hides his illness and tries to pretend he’s fine no in between

-c!Aimsey is a human who has an obsession with bunnies and is not a hybrid

-cAimsey, c!Eryan, and c!Tommy fight over who Michael’s favorite uncle figure is

-Michael is an Angel with his dads…every one else is free range

-ghostboo’s veil is optional but he only really where’s it when c!Tubbo Is around

-when they first got married they stayed up all night talking because they’re both a bit afraid to fall asleep

-sometimes c!Ranboo will just forget that they’re married and get super caught off guard by affectionate actions

-are you guys married or just roommates?

C!Tubbo: neither

C!Ranboo: both

-that one meme were it’s like I wonder what I taste like

-You know those people who interpret c!beeduo as platonic and then put a /p on every post even if it’s not even a little romantic I think it would be funny if people who interpreted them as romantic did that too. Like draw a picture of them straight up kissing and then put a /r just to make sure it’s clear

-Ranbob exists which means canonically c!Ranboo has to be revived to not upset the space time continuum

-It’s so important to me that one of the first things that made them “fall for each other” was seeing how good of a dad the other was to Michael

#c!beeduo #cbeeduo #Ashlynposts

[heartofaspen]

c!Beeduo headcanons? Oh i'm great at those.

c!Ranboo cannot dance. he is just awful at it, no matter which way you spin it he is not graceful or elegant or anything like that, doesn't even know how to keep time. But when he's enderwalking he's the exact opposite because he's end royalty and all that (in my headcanon at least). This is how c!Tubbo can tell the difference after cranboo comes clean about the enderwalk state, even when c!Ranboo doesn't even realize it.

c!Ranboo visited Snowchester for at least two hours every day, but he never stayed the night. It wasn't until he was revived around two in the morning, freezing cold, still in pain from the gaping wound in his chest that c!Tubbo admitted he missed him and wanted him to stay (i have a whole one shot based around this)

c!Tubbo takes walks around the perimeter of the L'Manberg crater during summer sunsets, he sings the songs Wilbur used to play around the campfires or the van in the first few days of L'Manberg

c!Beeduo don't really do physical contact until after c!Ranboo's revival. c!Ranboo wanted to, did his best to express it in not-very-obvious ways because Talking Is Scary, but after he gets revived he stops being as afraid because he's apathetic and just wants to care for/be cared about by c!Tubbo and is surprised when c!Tubbo was feeling the same way but refrained from holding his husband's hand out of fear of making them a target.

Now that they're comfortable with touch, they pick each other up for comedic purposes.

cranboo makes awful combinations of dad jokes and pick up lines and uses them against ctubbo Often.

They go out to dinner and ice cream with Michael every Friday in the summertime.

cranboo purrs. ctubbo thinks this is adorable. cranboo does not but he cannot control it. secretly he doesn't mind because it lets ctubbo know when he's happy and warm and cozy and it makes both of them feel safe.

they r happy and in love right now and neither of the ccs can prove me wrong on that unless they log on and do lore.

hehe these are very sweet ^_^

#i don’t have much commentary sry but these are some solid hcs! #/rp #asks #long post

[piningpebbles]

This is the stream vods anon, thank you for those sources! I was wondering if Jack streamed the 12 July 2022 lore as well, because I would only find Tommy's POV.

no worries, and YES he did!!! i have no idea why he didn't upload it to it's vods channel being it's so fundamental to his character, but i can tell you the basis of what happened from my memory

(i also go into more detail about c!jack's mindset/his actions during that stream on a post i made here)

when tommy and jack last talked about the hotel, tommy claimed that he didn't care about the hotel because he had bigger fish to fry (with fighting dream), and jack knows that that's bullshit-- he plans to blow up the hotel to make tommy prove that he cares about it.

he spreads tnt throughout the hotel, blowing up a couple of floors along with a lot of his personal possessions.

when jack realizes he doesn't have an alibi for committing the crime, he chooses hannah (who was one of the only other people online at the time) to frame for the crime, putting up signs implicating she did it.

tommy and tubbo investigate the crime scene as detectives, and jack joins them in his own detective outfit, playing the act.

tommy keeps saying how "it couldn't possibly be jack who did the crime" which starts to hurt jack, because it shows that tommy never even legitimately saw jack as a part of the hotel, he doesn't even think about jack.

tommy taking all this time to try and figure out who did the crime, but still ignoring jack sets in for jack that tommy doesn't care about him. jack: "so he… does care about the hotel. he just doesn’t care about me.”

tommy, tubbo and jack go to confront hannah about the crime, and while tommy and tubbo build a jail for her to stay in for interrogation, hannah and jack talk and he confesses to doing it.

jack is completely resigned, telling hannah how tommy hurt him, how he wanted tommy to care, and how they never listen anyways so it doesn't matter if she tells them the truth.

jack confesses to blowing it up when they claim nothing bad will happen to him if he tells the truth, to which he gets locked up for questioning with hannah.

he confesses everything to tommy, how he did it to make tommy prove that he cared about the hotel, and by extension, to make tommy prove that he cared about jack and their friendship.

tommy ignores him again, turning to tubbo to talk about dream and how jack and hannah will be punished. jack and hannah escape while tubbo and tommy try to formulate a plan.

hannah and jack talk. hannah asks why he did it and says how, "do you not know what tommy's been through?" to which he responds, "do you know how much he's put me through?"

hannah says she's sorry but that jack went about it the wrong way, that destroying the hotel and most importantly: getting her involved/framed where she was seriously worried she was going to be killed (the punishments tubbo/tommy were talking about) was going too far. (note that jack didn't want for hannah to get hurt, he just needed someone to take the eyes off him, but the eyes weren't on him anyway which just hurts him even more).

hannah leaves and jack crumbles. he starts building a new base before returning to snowchester to get his beloved fox godzilla, who will die on the journey back to the greater dream smp. he decides to instead rekindle his base in the remains of the original Manifoldland, taking one of Ponk's cows with him to try and replace the hole that godzilla's death left.

#jack manifold #dream smp #mcyt #literally why didn't he put it on his vods #i could not shut up about this stream when it happened it's so important #and just TEARS ME APART!!! #'so he does care about the hotel... he just doesn't care about me' #heart SHATTERING #in PIECES #NEVER TO BE MENDED #anon #questioned quartz #pebble post

[peninkwrites]

💣 - Are the Syndicate's actions an accurate demonstration of anarchist principles?

Early days where we said cTechnoblade was diet anarchy and playing dress up! I wanna hear your opinion about the syndicate!

💣 - Are the Syndicate's actions an accurate demonstration of anarchist principles?

I’m going to start buzzing at high velocities I have thought about this So Much. This subject is very near and dear to my heart so. Apologies for the novel.

Anarchy in the dsmp/syndicate is not what anarchy IS. It’s not even the traditional bastardization of it!! I consider myself to be an anarchist, loosely, and I won’t pretend I’m in any way an expert or even especially knowledgeable on the broader scope of anarchy as an ideology, but all anarchist circles I’ve engaged with are not what the dsmp shows. (Nor are they a Hobbesian every-man-for-himself global cage match that fiction and even some self proclaimed anarchists might have you believe, and shame on them!) And this is mere speculation but I don’t think cc!Techno intended on this representing actual anarchy. It was a dramatic word as a catchy backsplash to conflict with Wilbur’s sensationalized version of GovernmentTM.

Where do I even begin. I guess I can start with why the syndicate, nor Technoblade’s independent actions, accurately depict anarchy. The Syndicate’s only united action (correct me if I’m wrong, but from my memory) was a. Going to Snowchester, and b. Breaking Dream out (which was a personal matter without political affiliation so I won’t explore it, if someone wants my thoughts on the dsmp and prison abolition, I will gladly give it)

Their work in Snowchester was authoritarian, not anarchistic in nature. If Tubbo had been forming a government– that’s his right. An anarchist (in my opinion! I won’t speak for all) wouldn’t try to prevent a government full stop, the goal would be to ensure that the government only effects those who consent to it. And the dsmp society is one where this is actually possible! In real life, there are simply too many people to check that everyone consents, but the dsmp is Different ok? Tubbo’s commune was a very small collective without laws or even a proper authority, the concerning power imbalance of Tubbo’s nukes set aside for now (I won’t pretend that doesn’t have its own weight, but I don’t think it has bearing in this conversation because the syndicate took no issue with nukes, only the label of “government” and I think cc!Techno’s emphasis on the minutiae of labels was a deliberate choice to turn the Syndicate’s anarchy into something flashy without substance. It’s meant to be theatre, not a political statement) the actions of the Syndicate defended no one and only involved exerting their will over others, the opposite of the ideals they claim to represent.

To backtrack further– Technoblade destroying a dictatorship with the rebels in the Pogtopia-Manberg war, I think that can qualify as anarchist action. But afterwards, when they tried to reinstitute the preexisting status quo– Technoblade completely jumped the gun. All of the people listening to Tubbo’s speech– none of them, including L’Manberg’s prior citizens were beholden to his authority or his laws, there were no laws yet! Not really! L’Manberg at its origin was a Very Small collective underneath one self declared leader, one without any presence to enforce his own will without the support of that Entire Collective. (This links back to the dsmp being incomparable to real social issues beyond the ambiguity of just say, a power imbalance) and looking back at the 16th, Technoblade summoning the withers went against the collective opinion as it stood, loosely, in the ruins of the previous regime. And one could argue Technoblade didn’t consent to this authority, but he wasn’t beholden to L’Manberg’s authority or laws!! He was the one exerting his will over others, using violence, and his point about them overthrowing a democratically elected leader is simply incorrect. Schlatt won through an ethically dubious coalition, I won’t pretend the election was morally sound to begin with or that Wilbur winning would’ve made it fair, but Schlatt’s victory was not representing the will of the people, (not to mention, the twitter poll deciding the election from an in universe standpoint, depending on what headcanons you follow, the election was determined by non-citizens with no stake in the government)

This whole ramble may seem to lean more in defense of absolute democracy, and in many ways it is, but that’s not the point. The point is no one is exerting their authority or power over someone who does not consent. Arguably, I’d say the OG L’Manberg represented an anarchist state better than the syndicate– a small collective who have agreed to a small set of rules, the enforcement of which was vague, based on a dialogue, and without an authority to inflict an unwanted will. I personally identify as an anarchist not because I think it’s realistic or even feasible in the grand scheme of things, but I do think it represents an ideal. A world in which authority and laws is unnecessary for it to exist without violence, to exist built on mutual aid and community balanced with individual autonomy, that’s the dream. And while I don’t know if it’s attainable ever, let alone within my lifetime, that’s what anarchy is to me. And I think cc!Techno knew exactly what he was doing with his warped demonstration of anarchy. Like, Wilbur’s grand stories of government and nations are also theatrics, not a political reality, especially in the dynamics of a society too small to parallel what we consider to be Society in the real world.

Thanks for giving me a reason to ramble! Anarchy is Very important to me :D

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single sword (phil kill cwilbur one) and double sword (syndicate right thing). Hey areus...(/lh im just gen curious bc youre my cemerald moot or at least cphil moot)

🗡 - Was Phil killing Wilbur justified?

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh okay..................................................... cup 😁 we all like me here right. okay hmmm my personal thoughts on it.

no... but also a bit yes.

not in the like "grr phil's so evil he did a horrible thing and I hate him!!" way or in the "yeahh wilbur needed to die!!" way.

but more just like the "it was not justified but also. yknow his son just asked him to murder him, a country exploded right in front of him, he found out he'd been lied to for months so. I can see why he might have yknow. been a bit on edge" type of way. I think he shouldn't have done it and it was a bad thing but I get why it happened yknow

idk when it comes to lore conversations like these I tend to just think of the characters' morals and thoughts rather than just like. my pov of it.

think of it like this:

⚔️ - Are the Syndicate doing the right thing?

girl what have they even done in canon 😭 they investigated snowchester then became a book club fr I just genuinely think we haven't seen enough of them to say. like literally bring them back to me. they had techno's birthday then dipped

wait shit I forgot about the prison break okay

what were their morals again. hmmmmmm.

yes and no. they're an anarchist group who want to bring down any major government or individual control over a group of people and they have no problem with group run places. so something like l'manberg or the prison vs snowchester

it's very complicated because they do stuff right but they also do a lot of stuff wrong. so I think for them to do the Fully right thing they'd have to do a lot more investigation into the personal affairs of the situation they're dealing with. also maybe help the people they effect by dismantling the systems of power

but like we really just have not seen them do anything so overall I'm pretty okay with them and what they've done from a narrative sense because in universe they have no reason to think they're doing the wrong things. they're all very strict when it comes to their morals too

okay rereading that that makes like no sense anyways I think they try to do good but fall short of it due to a lack of personal connection to the situations they are in. also I think they get unfair crit and neg. hope that helps.

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