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thanotaphobia · 5 months

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fly bird fly

i'm losing my mind. i'm going crazy. i'm going CRAZYYYYY. i wrote this in like 2 seconds literally oh my god

i will crosspost this to ao3 in a second lmao EDIT: CROSSPOSTED

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They trip through the portal, and Phil’s stomach drops.

Not that it wasn’t already on the fucking floor. Through the floor, even. All the way in fucking hell, where apparently, that goddamn eye beast thinks they belong. Phil trips through the global portal and ends up by the cornucopia, Tubbo shrieking in his ear and a vague ringing in his ears.

His lungs hurt, clogged with thick dust from the crumbling marble ceilings. He can still see Chayanne in his mind’s eye, terrified but hiding it well. Tallulah, openly terrified. All the other eggs, dirty and frightened. He can still hear Foolish’s voice in his ears, shouting, screaming. He can see Fit’s face, and that thing. He can’t believe how tall it was, towering over them. And El Quackity…

“Phil, lasso me,” Tubbo demands.

He shoves his face into Phil’s space. Phil doesn’t jump– just stares at Tubbo and the dust in his hair, the blood running down his face, and then blinks.

“What?” he asks.

“Lasso me, lasso me,” Tubbo says, already pulling out his glider and shoving it onto the floor, struggling to open it. “We can fly, you can fly–”

Phil inhales, the very action sending bolts of pain through him, and his wings extend without so much as a thought. It’s strange, having muscle memory for something you haven’t done in months. His feathers ruffle, and every inch of him aches with the effort.

“I don’t know if I can, Toby,” he says, and Tubbo shakes his head.

“You take the paraglider, I have water, we can– you can fly us out, can’t you? Can’t you? We have the coordinates–”

“My wings are– I can’t–”

“Can you get us there, Phil?” Tubbo asks, shoving a lasso into his hands. The other end is tied around Tubbo’s waist, and Phil looks at him. He sees Tubbo face and the blood and his own sword crushing through Tubbo’s sternum with the thick crack of still-wet bone, and he exhales. Then he nods.

“I don’t know,” he says, “but we can try.”

“Go,” Tubbo says. “I have a water bucket.”

“Okay,” Phil says, and he fumbles for his grappling squack, and fires.

Flying isn’t something that just comes naturally. It’s a skill that has to be learned and honed, a sport like any other. There are specific muscle groups linked to certain maneuvers, stretches specifically created just for avians who fly professionally, all sorts of things in order to make someone’s wings in perfect shape for all types of flying. Long distance, sprints, racing twirls. Phil is known for being able to do them all– or at least, he had been. He can remember the training, the time he’d put into it. The things he’d had to do in order to instruct his body over and over and make it used to the strain.

It has been more than six months, and his muscles scream.

His shoulders ache. His forearms burn with the stress of pulling Tubbo behind him. His legs cramp and his lower back throbs. The pain is immeasurable, uncountable, uncontrollable. Phil can grit his teeth but it doesn’t stop the flashes of white behind his eyes as he spreads his wings and flies, desperate. He can barely see the horizon as he goes, but he does anyway, listening intently for Tubbo and pushing down the instinct to curl into a ball and sob with the pain.

They land, and it’s a brief moment of relief before they’re off again, Phil firing his grappling squack and Tubbo shouting something unintelligible into the wind behind them. He trusts Tubbo to land the water bucket shots every time he lands, but he only has to a couple times before his MDA pings he’s getting close; his wings are numb by now, the shoots of pain frequent and intense, making him shudder and twitch every three seconds or so. Behind him, Tubbo is yelling, screaming into the wind, and Phil would join him if he wasn’t so out of breath. Every inch of him is on fire– and not in the good way, not in the Bolas way, just in the torturous way.

He keeps seeing Chayanne. Flashes of yellow on the landscape below. Hope, like a flower, blooming in his chest. But every time he sees it, or sees Tallulah, a black fist crushes that hope with a quick blink.

Finally, he sees water, and the boat. His wings are on the verge of giving out and he barely gets Tubbo out and over the water before he stumbles, cramps, and pulls into a nosedive.

When he slams into the water, it’s cold– it shocks him, and he inhales by accident, coughing as he breaks the surface. His wings are wet and heavy but he can’t bring himself to care, spitting out clumps of water and dust mixed together into a thick, glue-like paste. He feels like a cement mixer, and ahead of him he can see Tubbo crawling out of the water and onto the back of the boat, hair plastered to his forehead. Somehow, he finds the strength to lift his arms and make his wings spasm in a way that pushes him forward, towards the boat. He feels Tubbo’s hands on his arm and then the faint sound of him shouting, and then Fit invades his gaze and two other hands grasp him, dragging him onto the boat.

The wood is hard beneath him and Phil lies there for a second, still spitting up water and gunk. Fit and Tubbo are talking, and he clues in just as Fit says–

“Phil, we have to go get the others.”

“I can’t,” he says. Neither of them seem to hear him. His wings lie limp and lifeless behind him, waterlogged and exhausted. His entire back is on fire and his feathers are dull, the weight dragging him back as he forces himself to stand. His body feels like one gigantic bruise.

“We have to get others,” Fit says, the elytra on his back ruffling. Phil envies him, but only for a moment.

“I can’t,” Phil insists. He rummages through his inventory, and comes up with a lasso in his hands. “My wings are gone, dude, they’re– I can’t fly, it’s not physically possible. I can’t get anyone–”

It doesn’t matter how much he wants to. It doesn’t matter how much guilt gnaws at him, tearing through his stomach lining with teeth that gnash and chew.

“I will, then,” Fit says, determination writ on his brow. His face is impenetrable, but Phil sees his own guilt reflected back at him. “Here, the lasso, I’ll–”

And then he’s gone, and Tubbo is left supporting Phil with one hand, and Phil is still reeling. They have one singular moment to breathe. Phil spits onto the deck, and Tubbo follows suit, red blood mixing with water and then disappearing as another wave washes up onto their feet. They stumble forward and Phil shakes Tubbo off, then shakes off some of the water from his wings. Even that little motion sends acres of pain flashing through him, like sparks of electricity up and down his spinal cord. He thinks he might be dying.

He kind of hopes he is.

God, Chayanne.

“Phil,” Tubbo says, looking at his MDA. It’s ringing, and vaguely Phil realizes his is too. Everything is still a little fuzzy in his ears. “Shit. Meteor. We need to go, we need to–”

And then they’re on the move again.

He has no choice. He runs.

#qsmp #q!phil #q!tubbo #q!fit #qsmp purgatory #im Dying i cried im going crazy im #ghdkfhgkdjfhgkdfhg #my writing

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theeretblr · 2 years

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Thank you so much for all the support on the lore today!

After almost 2 years of regret and begging for forgiveness, c!eret now believes they have achieved redemption. Tommy, Tubbo, and now finally Wilbur have all accepted Eret's apologies. Even if they may not trust Eret as they did before, c!Eret is now able to move beyond trying to redeem themself for the biggest mistake they ever made.

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Back in reality, this ties off the longest running arc of my character on the Dream SMP (until we open the book at least). The person I was in July 2020 when I first joined is very different from the person I am now. I have evolved a lot as a person along side my character. Back then everything was so overwhelming. Now I feel in control of my own future.

Thank you everyone who enjoyed the lore! Lore terrifies me as even though we have a rough outline of plot points, most of the stuff we say is improvised and I have very little experience with that. Occasionally someone says or does a thing they don't mean to say or do and we just have to roll with it because it's LIVE and tens of thousands of people are watching (I think we had about 60k people watching today total, that's more people than fit in Dodger Stadium in LA!)

I tried my very hardest to deliver a conclusion that would wrap up our characters' discourse in a satisfying way and I think we were able to do just that.

Thank you again for all the support!!! <3

#eret #wilbur #dream smp #dream smp lore #mcyt #my voice got shakey a few times during the stream #some may have thought that it was good acting to drive home emotional points #i was just fkn terrified I'd fuck something up lmao #i'm proud of myself though #very happy with how everything turned out #<3

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cat-mentality · 8 months

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Back on with my silly qsmp headcanons with zero evidences in canon!!!

The English version:

Foolish has never once in his life tried to pretend to be human, yet people just genuinely think he is like that(tm) and don't question anything he does

As he has shark dna Foolish doesn't need to blink as often as a human, he is therefore great at staring contests (it freaks the fuck out of everyone)

Foolish and Bad keep an score of how many times they have killed each other just to have bragging rights

They have never give an straight answer when someone asks if they have fucked in the past

Bad sings in the shower

Fit is just a regular human but no one believes him when he says it, they all just think he is hiding his true self and he has received MANY talks about "embracing yourself"

Jaiden trauma dumps by accident. She will be having a perfectly normal conversation and then mention something horrible from her past without even meaning to.

Slime can't read a room to save his life, if embarrassement could kill that would be his main cause of death

He once lost control of his human form and left slime goo all over Wilbur right before a concert

Wilbur cannot handle spice.

Neither can Philza actually.

Niki in other hand has bitten peppers before and snacked on them.

Mouse is very open about the fact that she is a demon and she is very pleased that everyone on the Island just takes it in stride, since usually it freaks people out

Mouse is not saying she has partaken in eating human flesh before, but she is also not denying it.

Lenay has a criminal record. No one knows why and she has never answered either.

Tubbo talks with his machines and it freaked him the fuck out when they started to answer him (It's Arin and he is loving this new kid)

Quackity and Mouse once entered a competition on who could hold their breath for longer (The both passed out)

Philza thinks every sickness can be fixed with avocado toast and he will recomend it as legitimate medical treatment

Jaiden talks with parrots and they keep her on loop of all the gossip on the Island

It took Tina literally invoking the powers of hell to people realize she is a demon and not a rabbit hybrid and Mouse was incredibly excited to have a demon bestie

Foolish is in fact jealous

Niki is such a good baker that she has made people cry by how good her food is

Fit spends a lot of his time running around Tubbo and stopping him from poking where he shouldn't, Philza is just glad he has someone to share the babysitting duty

Slime is a light weight, one glass of wine and the man is gone

Niki is an lynx hybrid and she has hissed at people before. She also can sort of understand cats and they follow her around a lot.

Fit is in fact allergic to cats but every cat on the Island seems to really love him

Slime needs his glasses less than his bitch wife so he will sometimes take them off, but it causes a lot of confusion because people fail to recognize him without them

Lenay has a terrible sense of direction, she is just better at following people and hoping for the best

Philza's crows really like both Fit and Tubbo and will sometimes follow them around but get sometimes annoyed that they wouldn't understand them

Bad and Philza were coworkers for a time

Jaiden can't dance but she sure as hell likes to try

Lenay on the other hand is a good dancer but she doesn't usually do it

Tubbo is actually a duck hybrid but literally no ones believes him when he tells them that because all the ducks on the Island hate him

He falls asleep on the most random spots ever because it's less sleeping and more crashing, he doesn't even know where his bed is

Fit will sometimes thrown his mechanical arm at people. No reason but that he felt like doing it.

Bad uses his tail to hit people when they are being annoying.

Foolish once bite his tail in retaliation.

#okay this is the last for now #maybe i can do one for the eggs later idk #qsmp #qsmp headcanons #qsmp foolish #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp tina #qsmp niki #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp philza #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp wilbur #qsmp jaiden #qsmp ironmouse #qsmp lenay #so many people so many hcs left behind

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shubblelive · 2 years

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— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

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qtubbo · 4 months

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Some random qbagi headcanons in no particular order :]:

She likes wearing clothes that make her chest look smaller, she just likes how it looks she is anti the little underboob shadow

She wears really intense red eyeshadow, that she makes herself (and now with a bit of help from empanada and tina <3)

She likes practicing new hairstyles with Empanada every day it’s really just an excuse to be very physically affectionate and talk every morning

She’ll always stop at doorways to check if anyone’s listening regardless of where she is

She’s really muscular but it isn’t obvious due to her baggy clothes, and giant coat

She lets Empanada put any of the pretty feathers she finds into her hat, and hasn’t taken any of them out

She steals Tubbo’s nicer clothes to repurpose them for herself by sewing different stuff together or fitting it to her own size, if she can steal it, she is not buying it

She hand-makes most of the toys that Empanada has, she really does not like spending money (or leaving a record) if she doesn’t have to

She doesn’t read the instructions on anything and chooses to try and figure it out through observation and clues (its like a fun puzzle for herself)

She’s about 5’11 but is so crouched into herself with horrible posture so she looks about Pac’s height

She does kickboxing to destress, and can knock someone unconscious with relative ease

She’s almost always wearing headphones that are allways blasting music to max (she may have a few hearing issues)

She knows how to drive a motorcycle but is always terrified when riding (she wants to get that under control so she can drive tina around town all cool like)

She has a lot of ear piercings

She feels a lot safer underground and untouchable, she’s the most scared in an open place with a lot of people.

She leaves space on her wall of “family” portraits/pictures for new one with Cellbit

She has really high pain tolerance, and just fakes it because she wants to sound more normal

She’ll put random stuff in her mouth and chew on it before spitting it out once she’s realized

She writes fake notes in her notebooks so that if anyone finds them they’ll be mislead

She will not take off her favorite pair of boots and wears them everywhere outside the house, she has no other pair of shoes and she does not want anymore.

She wakes up with the biggest bed head in the world and it takes her like an hour to even remotely wake up

She grinds her teeth a lot, especially when nervous

She makes two cups of tea every night incase Bad or Tina come over (even though it makes her a bit repulsed) sometimes when she can’t stomach that she’ll just pour 2 cups of beer

She’s bisexual but hasn’t really thought about it much other than I like girls and everyone else looks hot sometimes too

Having such a big garden down in her base with practically everything you could imagine made her take up cooking, she likes trying a new recipe every night. Bagi says it may end up being a survival skill in the future but she really just wants to spoil Empanada and show off to Tina.

#qsmp #Qsmp bagi #Extremely long list ermm give me your headcanons pretty please I need more bagi enjoyers

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dez-wade · 7 months

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GODDDD OKAY Tubbo and Bagi are honestly like, the perfect people for Forever to become closer with BECAUSE they are very blunt and upfront. It's something I appreciate about Phil's friendship with Forever too like they're take no bullshit and will directly talk to him if there's an issue.

It's especially helpful since I feel like Forever struggles a lot when people are sarcastic with him in English or "obviously" not being truthful or not being direct since it isn't HIS language. Bagi speaks Portuguese too, and Tubbo also struggles with sarcasm and is usually quite straight forward which is something I feel like Forever needs since he's quite earnest and open with the people he loves.

He does just deserve so much more, and he DOES have so many good friendships that both him and his fans don't realize where the other person actually cares for HIM and HIS safety and happiness nd not his title as president. (Etoiles, Philza, Cellbit, Pac, Roier, maybe Tina, the other Brazilians, etc)

I knowww his character is just like that, far too forgiving and willing to accept the way others treat him but I need him to be friends with someone who won't take his shit but also won't let certain people walk all over him and call his one sided trust and loyalty "friendship". Just...I want him to be close with people who care for him and for him to realize just how many people he has who trust him and that being ganged up on and accused of horrible things because you dared disagree with ur "close friend" isnt Normal Friend Things

Sorry I think Forever finally realizing it's a duo, NOT a trio made me finally snap after months of watching him fight while feeling completely alone since he thought he only had those two who treated him with mistrust and actively tried to turn everyone against him and richas who was uninterested in having a relationship with him before being literally kidnapped

Ramblings about q!Forever and his friendships.

You made a really good point about Forever needing to have friendships that are more blunt and upfront. BBH likes to lie and gaslight for fun, Baghera does that too sometimes and Forever usually takes it as face value. Which is why he snapped on Bad and started talking Portuguese when he went all mockingly "it's sarcasm" when Forever didn't understand. They also do a lot of mind games that Forever wasn't even aware of.

People got mad that Forever never believes when BBH says something but that's because HE ALWAYS LIES. I think what happened now made sure that Forever will never believe BBH again, even if he tells the truth (that he only tells after telling 10 lies before) because it finally clicked to him that BBH will lie about everything because he can, even if there's absolutely no need to. He actually trusted BBH every time he said he didn't do something that he actually did (like the pranks on his base).

Having him get closer to people who are more earnestly like him, don't do mind games and are clear about what they're feeling is something that he definitely needs. It also explains why he has such a warped sense of what his friendship with Baghera and Bad actually were.

I REALLY wish he learned about what happened with his gun. What would have been just something small before, with the current situation, it would really enlighten him that is something that is always happening. For big, and small things.

I stop deluding myself that he'd cut ties with them for good, I just really need at least that he stops treating them priority and value his friendship with other people more. No matter who it is at this point, as long as it's someone who just earnestly likes and trusts him.

I always had people saying I want Forever to have a "yes-man" because I complained about BBH and Baghera never agreeing with anything that Forever decides to do. But they never supported him in any of his decisions. Like, I think the only thing they didn't complain about was N.I.N.H.O. and hell I think if Forever tried to come up with that idea today they would twist into the worst case scenario. And even then, after he was completing NINHO, I remember Etoiles tried to come up with an idea of having a council with the strongest members on the island so they could mediate between conflicts that could affect everyone like the Regret arc. Forever liked the idea and tried to tell Bad, who immediately twisted into the worst case scenario that they would be bullies that arrest people. So it's something that always happened, you know? Even before the election arc. They never trust him to make big decisions. It's something that made me appreciate insaneduo so much back in the election arc, because it was such a relief to see him speak with someone who valued his ideas, added to it, or just argued normally why it wasn't good.

I think the reason he's so forgiving is that he's trying to be his better self, since he wasn't a good person in the past, so he thinks he should be the bigger person and let people walk over him. I don't think he found a balance of what a good person that helps the people actually is. There's also the fact that at the end of the day, he's at a point where he truly doesn't care about anyone or anything besides Richarlyson and making sure that he leaves the island. That's why he can't even hate Cucurucho (despite obviously not liking him) even with the fact that he pretty much tortured him, because Richarlyson wasn't affected so he thinks it's not important.

I really, really wanted that Forever had someone at his side that didn't make him feel Richarlyson was everything he has. That if, God forbid, Richarlyson died one day he'd at least think he still has someone for him besides just dying together with his son.

#qsmp #q!forever

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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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TW: panic attack, non-graphic self harm, reckless behaviour, fear of drowning

This is like... a bit 5K of Pac and Philza actually bonding for once...

Fear claws into Pac's heart just as easily as his fingernails dig into his palms. There's nothing wrong, objectively there's nothing wrong, but he's been alone all day. It's not at all like working with Mike; he's been trying to decorate the Favela, but his breath keeps catching and his thoughts keep stopping.

He can hear the fountain beneath the warpstone, and he wants it to /stop/.

He knows anxiety now, he knows it, he knows this is what it is, and when Fit found the blood in Chume Labs and the empty graves he made him promise to call him if it happened again. It's happening now, Pac can feel it building, but there's nobody awake. He checks it again, and still it's only him.

So he does the thing he does next best. He holds his breath and he thinks of nothing and he builds. More trees, more ponds, more fountains - anything and everything he can think of. Give the Redeemer a sombrero, then think better of it half way through and take it down. Start returfing the football field, only to decide to put it back because making the goals muddy is just ugly. Hang up more banners, pull them down, add a bit to the fences, swap them for iron, then concrete.

Breathe in, breathe out, there's nothing wrong it's just anxiety.

(But it is wrong, everything is wrong, the back of his brain where Mike sits is empty, not just asleep but empty, torn away and - )

Mike's in the Order hospital, Pac reminds himself, and begins to walk that way.

( - and there are eyes at his back, ready to take him again and - )

Pac forgets to breathe. He drops to his knees in the middle of the street, and scrabbled his hands in the dirt.

Pac checks the communicator again. There's a few more people awake, but... No Fit, no Tubbo, no Mike, no Bagi or Forever... Of the handful of people, the one he knows best if Philza - and while he's happily looked after the man's children, and he's been quite happy to chat or fight together in the past... Philza Minecraft is a legend, and he's never really spoken much without Fit there as a buffer.

But the other option is staying here alone, and he promised Fit that if he started feeling like this again he'd ask someone for company.

He takes a deep breath, and sends a message.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I visit?

As soon as he hits send, Pac slams it shut. He pushes it against his head, shuddering while curled up in a ball. He clings to the communicator, his link to the outside, so hard it leaves indents in his skin.

"It's okay," he whispers to himself. "It's okay, you're okay, there's nobody here to watch you."

It doesn't help; he tries it anyway.

The seconds drag on into minutes, and Pac's fears overwhelm even his attempts to comfort himself.

"You're okay, you're okay, you're safe," he promises himself, even as he claws at his knees, at his face, at his hair and at the floor - anything he can reach to force himself to remember his place.

He hums songs he loves, shuts his eyes and tries to dance along.

He slams hands over his mouth and freezes when he tries.

Too loud, too loud, they'll find you - quiet, quiet, quiet as a mouse and quieter still. Hide amongst the rats, and hope nobody spots you curled up there...

The communicator pings.

In a scramble Pac pulls the lid open, shaking fingers quickly clicking him through to the correct screen.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sorry m8, missed the message

Ph1LzA whispers to you: still need something or you get it sorted?

What does Pac say? The loneliness is getting to him and the walls are caving in and he can feel something watching from inside his spine? That Mike is gone and he's remembering a /before/ he wants to forget, He can't say that, he really can't.

But what sounds like a normal response which might get him a conversation...

With shaking hands he types whatever comes to mind.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: I am just missing Fit

... Not that. That absolutely does not sound like a request for company.

This time Philza's reply does not take nearly as long, though still longer than anyone else Pac ever messages.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: yeah?

Ph1LzA whispers to you: you want some company? I can put down a sharestone

Pac's heart settles back into place - maybe slightly too high still, but far closer. He didn't mess it up too badly - maybe English is just like that - he didn't even have to ask again.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: please.

It's another minute or two for Pac's anxiety to build and him to cling to the communicator before he recieves a reply.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: red sharestone, name should be obvious

You whisper to Ph1LzA: obrigado

Ph1LzA whispers to you: you're good

There's definitely some emotion to reading those words; Pac pushes it aside, and grabs his warpstone. Moving to the main warpstone for the warehouse seems like too much, so he simply sends himself to spawn.

Only there does he pick himself up, activating the red sharestone. It takes a few scrolls to find the new option, but once he does it earns a small laugh. He selects it, and lets his body be pulled through space.

Where he arrives is cold, deep snow all around, and an icy ocean before him. Pac tugs his sleeves down over his hands, and looks around.

Whereever Philza is, he isn't immediately obvious.

"Philza?" he calls. "Felipe?"

There's a splash as Philza trident-jumps out of the ocean, his paraglider flipping open at the zenith and allowing him to drift safely down to the ice. Pac watches him drift down, the water dripping off him freezing as it falls.

"Hey," Philza calls, once back in voice range, arm moving as though to wave before suddenly remembering he needs to hold the paraglider. "Sorry about that; spotted another jelly and had to get it before it ran off."

Pac waves him off, "it's okay, it's okay, do you need any help?"

Philza squints at Pac a moment, and Pac squirms beneath it. After a moment, though, he just shrugs, "just hunting for rainbow jelly."

"Rainbow jelly?"

"Like the French use to make themselves all rainbow," Philza grins a bit. "You can use it to make glass like that, too. Chayanne wanted some, so..."

Pac thinks of the children, hurting and asleep and under the Federation's "care", the only guarantees of their safety the ability to visit, and the knowledge the Federation knows what is coming if harm comes for their children.

"For Chayanne?" He asks. "I'll help."

"Feel free to hang onto it - if you don't use it, he'll appreciate the gift when he wakes up."

When, not if, even if Pac can see Philza hesitates too.

With that confidence and the thought of their children, Pac doesn't even consider before throwing himself into the water. Behind him he hears the somewhat distorted sound of Philza laughing, and the man throwing himself in after.

Pac spots a couple of the comb jellies, and kicks off towards them. Philza seems to see another group, as he takes another route.

Hunting animals for their innards is one of the few times that sweeping edge is worth it on this island, and so Pac takes out his sword. It only takes a hit to take out the jellies, small as they are, and then Pac just has to scoop up their remains. From there he spots another - deeper - and swims after it. And another, and another - Pac loses himself to the chore, simply collecting jelly for the happiness of a child.

He thinks he's finally calmed down, when he spots another in a cave. Pac doesn't even think about it as he dives in after - but very quickly, it gets very dark.

Too dark.

He tries to ignore it, to push through and find the jelly even as memories start to loom and the dark closes in.

Breathe in, breathe out, remind yourself your helmet is in place and with that much Aqua Affinity you're fine.

It's not the underwater prison again, it's not, it's not.

Just find the jelly and get out...

On instinct he reaches out for Mike, and finds nothing.

Nothing.

Mike? What happened to Mike?

The most frustrating thing is always that he knows, he remembers, but in the dark and the wet and the unnatural silence it doesn't matter. His breathing picks up, and he twists and he turns, looking - screaming - for Mike.

Rationally, he knows he's lightheaded because hes hyperventilating. But in his heart, in his fear, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't change anything because he's alone in the wet and the dark and he /can't do this anyone/.

He wants Mike, he wants Mike, he wants Fit and he wants Mike.

Where is Mike, why can't he reach him, where is he where is he why can't he feel him in his mind?!

He's screaming for them, he thinks, even as tears stream down his face and he twists in the water. By now he's helplessly lost, not even able to find the exit he cane in by. Whatever light there was is gone, and he doesn't even quite remember why he's here.

He twists and he fights, trying to fend off hands that aren't there - only to get his leg twisted up in the seaweed and somehow everything is even worse and worse and worse. He tugs and tugs, but the seaweed grasps tighter - he sees dark prison walls overlaying dark, broken caves, and he sobs as he realises he is going to die here.

He screams again and wonders how he still has air; something responds this time, and he begs it for bitter, screaming help.

A small light he cannot focus on, and hands find their way to his leg. In a panic he twists, kicks, fights - nothing, nothing, nothing can touch him - it's worse than the seaweed, to be grabbed by a hand.

"Shit, Pac," a familiar voice calls, an odd quality to it. "Fuck, I'm just cutting you out, Jesus mate no need to break my nose."

The words don't make sense, not entirely, but seconds later Pac finds his leg free - still entangled, but the seaweed cut from the floor, and he does his best to swim away.

Right from the seaweed and slamming into the cave wall.

Hands grab him again, and say something, and he fights them all the same. Seconds later he's being dragged and pulled and - oh, god, this is how he's going to die.

He goes to fight before remembering, actually, dieing might not be so bad actually... At worst he'll respawns, at best he'll be with Mike again.

It's just as that thought crosses his mind that his head breaks the surface of the ocean. Pac gasps for air and, by the time he's processed that, he's being hoisted and yanked up onto the ice.

He's frozen, he's freezing, but he shakes off the worst of the water and shudders as sunlight presses into his skin.

He's crying - sobbing even - on his hands and his knees, blind terror all about him as he struggles to breathe.

"Aw, mate, you could have said no if it was gonna fuck you up."

There's someone else here; Pac's eyes glance around, only to find Philza there. He can't tell if the man is a friend or a foe or just an acquaintance to be embarrassed around, but the man shrugs off his bag and opens his arms in a familiar gesture.

Pac falls into them, and hides. A hand finds his hair, and another his back, and something very dark curls around to protect him from icy wind. He does not cling back, just cries to the sound of slightly awkward comfort, sucking it in.

"You're okay," the words sound so much more believable coming from someone else. "You got out, I've got you, you're safe, you're okay."

The words are whispered into his skin, and they're not quite a balm but they are a promise and a kindness none the less; he is promised safety, and he knows the man around him can provide.

He just... Did not expect that provision to include himself, only friends of friends as they are.

Pac breathes, and it comes easier now - the air is cold, but between the darkness and Philza's chest he is safe. Slowly, slowly, as he remembers what limbs are Pac reaches out a shaking hand to the void.

It finds feathers; the darkness tenses, and then relaxes to his touch.

Pac, in turn, relaxes with it.

"You good?" Philza eventually asks from above.

"Sim," Pac replies, gathering himself a little more, hiding himself in a laugh. "Sorry, sorry, that was embarrassing."

"We've all been there mate," Fit's friend says.

The wings peel away, and Pac can see them properly - tattered edges and all. Sees how they droop, and the strain in Philza's shoulders as he uses his hands to fold them, and his backpack to keep them in pace.

"Shall we get somewhere warmer?" he asks, before Pac can comment. "I've got a treasure map to somewhere near that mesa you and Fit showed me, if you've still got the warp?"

"Are you sure?" Pac's hands shake as he checks his things.

"Eh, I'm pretty sure it's an iron dungeon," Philza replies, pulling out a map and squinting at it. "I was saving it to troll Etoiles with, but I could actually do with more iron. And someone to deal with mobs while I mine it. You, me, and some skellies - sound good?"

Pac isn't sure; he doesn't want to think, though, he does know that. Dungeons are supposed to be his and Fit's /thing/, one half the time someone intrudes on. The offer almost feels insulting, but...

But when Philza felt bad, they offered him a dungeon - he so clearly means to offer the same. Like for like, not pity but a trade.

"I want the tracks and redstone," Pac tries to sound steady, and knows he fails. "I'll save it for Mike when he returns."

"Sure, I don't even know where to start with that shit," Philza takes Pac's hand, and leads him along a safe route over the ice. "If we go back to that haunted rock area, then glide back towards the mesa? I should be able to find us on the map from there."

Pac nods, placing his hand on the warpstone in advance. Philza's joins it, and together they warp away.

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Thankfully it is dawn, and any monsters are gone this time - there's just the beautiful sunrise over the haunted sea. The sun is rising, not setting, but Pac waves to it anyway and hopes that, somewhere, Bobby can see.

Philza makes half a laugh as he finds his glider. Pac searches for his own, and tries not to remember the night on the cliff - him and Fit, him and Fit, but also Philza, laughing about cannons and resting in one another's arms, only for Philza to pull away first and let him and Fit be.

Pac instead thinks about friendship, and how Fit would abandon everything for Philza just as Pac would give it up for Mike, and how it seems that isn't limited to just them. Because Philza didn't send him home, just as Fit also kept close to an oddly behaving Mike. How it doesn't really matter, because in the end they both agree with where the other stands.

Pac instead thinks of nothing, and throws himself off a cliff after Philza.

For one glorious second he lets himself fall, before pulling out his own paraglider and following Philza down.

He lands on Philza's boat, and they drive it back to the mesa. It's filled with the sort of talk that means nothing, and with Philza humming tunes to the air. For a man who claims to be musically dead, he manages it well.

It's also noise, white noise to blur the absence in his mind.

"Here we are," Philza gets out first, and offers Pac a hand out. "We should be pretty close. These things are a bit of a nightmare to find, being underground, but I'm sure we'll manage."

To his surprise, Pac is passed the map while Philza puts away the boat. He has to turn it around to orientate himself, but once he has Philza gestures for him to lead the way. Philza puts himself on Pac's left - the side he holds the map, whilst his other has his scythe, shield turned out against the wild.

Pac tries to think of something to say, and what comes out is, "so did you go looking for a big cannon, or did you just stumble into it?"

The comment draws startled laughter from his companion as they walk, having to stop a moment to let him gather himself. "We knew we were going to see one, but we're exactly looking. You find them all over the coast in the UK, and I think some along the Thames too? A lot have been removed, but we like our old crap, so a couple of the old forts are still open."

"So you're saying you come from a land of many large cannons."

"Yes, Pac," Philza laughs again. "Yes, I do; don't you?"

"We have other large things instead," Pac tries to smile, but he knows it looks off. "Like diamonds."

"Diamonds?"

Pac can see Philza looking for the sex joke, and suddenly realises he doesn't actually want to explain what he meant. So instead he says, "quality over size. Even a big diamond is small."

That draws more laughter, "yeah okay mate; Fit's a lucky boy then."

That almost has Pac dropping the map he's holding as he chokes. Philza grabs him, holds him steady, gives him something to cling to with Mike and Fit and Richarlyson and Walter Bob all gone. Something there, some support, something to stop him choking on himself.

"Too much?" Philza's voice is gentler this time.

Pac nods, hiding his blush in his hands even as he leans on Philza.

"Alright," Philza says, handing him a bottle. "Drink some water, king, and we'll get this dungeon cleared. And no more dick jokes until Fit's also here to suffer. Maybe we could even come up with some new ones, just to tease him next time we all meet up."

Pac takes the bottle, hiding in his hood as he does as he's told. Philza takes the map and they continue to walk as he sips at it, hiding himself and his face in the bottle. Philza makes sure to stay in sight, keeping idle commentry going.

At this point, Pac is reasonably sure Philza knows something continues to be wrong - but then so did Fit and Pac when Philza had that strange... Maybe hallucination? Fit says it probably wasn't, and Pac trusts Fit, but whatever it was it was unsettling and strange.

Philza seems fine now, though; maybe one day Pac will be fine too.

It is about ten or fifteen minutes walk to the dungeon. There's nothing on the surface to mark it, just Philza squinting at the map, and passing it to Pac to check.

Once they agree, they dig; Philza calls 'race you!' and begins a staircase.

Pac lives for adrenaline; he starts digging straight down.

Somehow he doesn't hit lava.

He does end up falling from the top of the dungeon into a crevasse, fails to find either a water bucket or his paraglider, and breaks his leg. It's terrifying, and he's alone as he sees his death message flash up in chat but - maybe - it's okay. There's Aypierre laughing and Baghera offering help, and Philza on his black paraglider swooping in from the ceiling to assist.

"You good?" Philza asks as he pours a potion out over the wounds, his eyes almost glowing in the low light as Pac's bones knit together.

Pac leans forwards to check his prosthetic while his body heals, twitching only a little with the pain. The fall knocked a few screws loose and bent some of the metal out of shape, but it's an easy enough fix with a hammer and screwdriver. He'll check it over properly later, or maybe swap it for his spare until he has energy for it, but it'll hold for the day.

"All good," Pac confirms, as he pulls his jeans back down.

He can see Philza side-eyeing the prosthetic, and shifts; the man says nothing, however, just helps Pac up and types out an 'all good we're just dungeoning' to calm the global chat.

And then he looks at his map.

"You've got us near a corner," Philza turns his communicator to show Pac. "If we just start here and work around to the left, we shouldn't miss anything."

Pac nods, and pulls out his grapple. Together they pull themselves up and onto the ledge, and the dungeon begins.

It starts simple - Philza takes out a spawner, while Pac works on the skeletons, then they swap so Pac can loot the minetracks. Trading the mobs on and off, Pac cannot help but notice how Philza even when on mob duty prioritises looting, catching the attention of a swamp of skeletons and sending them on a chase over barrels as he smashes them open and grabs the contents. Only when he can carry no more does he start fighting, laughing as he does.

It's a nice laugh, that one.

He laughs too when Pac fights, hacking away at the iron blocks he claims to want. With every other hit there is a call of "good hit!" "nice one!" "you're doing good, Pac!", and Pac can feel himself starting to grin as well.

Together they dance in a dungeon much easier than the one Phil joined Pac and Fit for, able to let loose without worrying for the giant magma cube around the corner. They keep an eye on each other, and watch their backs, and Fit's deep voice is so clearly missing between them without feeling like a void.

By the time it is finished, they are both laughing, bone-dust covering their clothes and their tools and the world in their hands. Philza gives Pac some of the iron, and they take his staircase - not Pac's hole - out.

They don't talk about what comes next, but neither of them reach for their warpstones. Instead Pac picks a direction and walks. Philza follows.

They find a hill a little way out, surrounded by flower fields but empty of them itself. Philza lights it up with his slingshot, despite it still being around midday, and Pac makes hot chocolate for them both. Pulls out chairs, too - blue and green - and places a coffee table between them.

He sits on the blue and Philza looks at the green and says, "are you sure I'm okay to sit there? I don't wanna intrude."

Pac looks at the chair - it was just habit, just what he carries - and curls up his toes. "It's fine," he can hear the sadness in his own voice. "Mike isn't here, he wouldn't mind."

"Do you mind?"

"I got it out for you."

"Alright, king," Philza finally takes the seat and the hot chocolate, leaning back into the cushions. After a bit he adds, "these are good chairs. Maybe I should invest in something better than mine."

"They're not expensive," Pac replies. "And they're comfy! I have one instead of a bed."

He wonders if he should have admitted that - he knows people worry - but in the crash of the panic attack and the fighting it's hard to keep his mouth shut.

Philza just laughs though, "yeah? I've been using one of those wooden ones. You know? Basic ones, just in a fancy wood."

"How do you not have splinters?!"

"I'm good with my hands - what else can I say?"

They both laugh at that one, a joke which actually lands. There's something comfortable and comforting about it. The laughter drifts into giggles, drifts into sips of hot chocolate - quiet and together. Pac makes a point of not watching as Philza gets himself comfortable, untangling his wings and stretching them... Not to full width, but wide.

It's only when one brushes his arm that Pac dares to ask "what happened?"

"Hm?" Philza looks up.

"To your wings?"

"Feds fucked them up when I arrived," Philza says it like its nothing, but there's bitter pain in his words. "By purgatory they'd healed up just enough to fly, but then carrying Tubbo through meteor strikes and radiation... I can't regret it, I /won't/ regret it, but they're fucked again. I can hold them up so it seems better, but they hurt worse than before."

Pac wants to say he's sorry, but he doesn't think it would be appreciated. Instead he says "thank you for saving Tubbo."

"I couldn't just leave him," Philza says. "He's my friend too, you know?"

"I know," Pac fiddles with his cup. "You're a good man, Felipe Minecraft. I'm not sure I'd do it."

"I think you would," Philza says, with more faith in Pac than he's ever had in himself. "If it came to it. You're also a good man, Pac - if you weren't, I wouldn't let you have Fit."

It's an admission neither of them acknowledge. Instead Pac flops, exhausted, against his chair. "I'd do it for Mike. I miss him."

"I can't imagine," Philza's wings stretch a little further, stroking against Pac's cheek. "But, I'm sure he'll heal. And once he does hold him close, okay? Because you never know when you'll loose him."

It's obvious, of course Pac will try to, but there's pain in Philza's voice, and Pac thinks of a memorial on a wall and a child living in the footsteps of a ghost, and maybe Philza can imagine better than he thinks he can.

Or maybe Philza means he can't imagine, because he knows.

"Did you love him?" Pac asks instead.

"He was my best friend."

Philza's voice breaks on the word, and Pac knows both that he has to stop, and that Philza knows just what it is Pac fears. Even if he calls it different, even if they didn't share one mind... Pac should not have asked.

"I'm sorry."

"You did nothing wrong; it hurts, but in hurting I remember him, you know?"

There's a long silence, in which Pac tries to know what to say, and Philza stares absently at soft clouds on the horizon. Even in Portuguese he would struggle, and Philza is certainly not looking to his translator.

Maybe Philza and Fit are not as Pac and Mike; Philza has already lost his Mike. Or, perhaps, both are true, and even if Pac looses his best friend, someone will be there to keep him whole.

It's a nice fantasy; he knows Philza's wound bleeds open even now.

"I have never been without Mike before this island," Pac eventually admits. "At least... I was seven when we met, he was five. I've heard his thoughts since I was ten, and the first time he ever fell silent was when I was put in that water prison."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes as he swears, leaning back. "Earlier, with the water... You should have said something, Pac, I wouldn't have judged you. Fuck knows there's shit I can't do anymore."

"I didn't know it'd be that bad," Pac hesitates after those words. "It hasn't been before. Today is just... bad? I already felt bad."

"And you came to me for company, and I made it worse," Philza says. "I am so, so sorry mate - I didn't mean to, I just- It was for Chayanne."

"It was still better than being alone," Pac replies. "The second time our connection broke was when he was taken - I haven't heard him since. Even asleep, even unconscious, even when I was in a coma... We could still feel each other. Not now. It's lonely no, and it's been so long..."

"Pac..." Philza's voice catches. "You shouldn't have to make those choices... You shouldn't have to put up with my whims just not to be alone, mate, you should have just said; we could have gone to the dungeon, or the favela, worked on the train tracks... You didn't have to swim."

"Fit is gone, Mike is gone, Richas is gone," Pac twists his hands. "You were helping me. I wanted to help you - I wanted to do something for Chayanne too! He is a good egg."

"He is," Philza smiles softly, taking the distraction for what it is. "The best. But, king, are you going to be okay?"

"When am I not?" Pac asks, as he thinks of happy pills and his own blood trailing the floors of Chume Labs.

Philza gives him a distinctly unimpressed expression and, yeah, fair, "I'm serious, Pac; I don't have plans today if you just wanna chill somewhere. Here, my place, your place, the Favela... if the karaoke's working, we could steal a room? Hell, we can just keep heading outwards and find some more dungeons if you fancy violence instead."

"... Are you sure?"

"We're friends, aren't we?" Philza asks. "We don't get to hang out as often as we should - if you'd rather get some rest, I won't stop you. Just thought I'd offer."

"Karaoke then?" Pac suggests, if only for some structure to keep the anxiety from seeping back in.

"Sure. No promises I won't fall asleep on the couch, though."

Pac laughs. It is weaker, but it is more real. "No promises, no promises here either."

In time they do, of course, fall asleep on the couch - and that is where Fit will find them in the morning.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp pac #mike and techno haunt the narrative #what is that conversation at the end idk they ran away from me #it was supposed to be about the shitty prison system #it very much is not #god this was a long one #I wanted to write it so bad #but christ 5k of continuous narrative is a lot #I've put scene breaks where they teleport #and summarised the fighting more than I meant to #but its still all one continuous scene really #and oh god was it hard to stitch together #multiple scenes so much easier for longer >.<#okay enough complaining about writing hope you enjoyed #I'll get it to ao3 when I can #but that means at least spellchecking #but oh god I'm tired after this #I've been writing it for... eight hours #on and off but without doing anything thinky between #just replying to occassional email or watching a video about a snake while I have lunch

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sanderchu · 2 years

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Happy Birthday!

Note: since I don’t celebrate my birthday I decided to make a post dedicated to it!!! :)

About: how each dsmp would celebrate your birthday for you as there s/o (apart from tubbo and Phil)

Platonic tubbo and Phil

Characters: dream, George, sapnap, karl, quackity, ranboo, tubbo, tommy, Wilbur, niki, Phil, mumza :D

Dream 💚

- He spoils the absolute fuck out of you

- He makes sure you have the best birthday and that everything goes amazing

- Rants to gnf and sapnap for either ideas or help for his ideas

- post you and patches in his house with the caption "My two favortie babies and oneof them just turned a year older <3 happy birthday y/n my darling"

- hes so extra you get gifts every second of the day and he sttill takes you shopping

George 🦋

- simple but def a day to never forget

- takes you to these quiet yet romantic spots just for you

- messes up with planning at some point so he wings it

- buys you your favorite food and drink

- makes you meet him there so he can set it all up

Sapnap 🐼

- So nervous

- such a show off though

- makes sure everyone knows its your special day and doesnt let anything make you down

- takes you to an arcade then shopping for the whole day

- you wake up with presents covering you with him just holding another with a big smile

Karl 🌀

- So happy and cheerful for you

- sapnap helps him shop for you the day before and wrap it all

- minecraft date to start then to yuor favorite place

- will drive hours just for you to go anywhere you want

- buys you this pretty locket with his favorite picture of you and him (hes on one piece of the heart, your on the other)

- such a sweet simp always asking if its ok for you

Quackity 🐤

- so loud

- he wakes you up by covering you in kisses

- surprises you with balloons to start off

- cares for you the whole day to slip a gift in between. for ex: he gave you breakfast along with a mini box on your plate

- writes you a whole paragraph even though he wakes up to see you

Ranboo 👑

- so happy for you

- hes taking you everywhre he planned and buys everything he planned to

- ends the night with some horror games you might like or just some normal games

- post tiktoks about it to make everyone know

- gifts you this cutom merch basically your merch and his mixed togther into one

Tubbo 🐝

- so cheerful for you

- makes sure he does the best to make it the best birthday

- gifts you way to many balloons

- have his gifts are bees and his favortie is a bee pillow he gave you

- matching necklaces just for you and him

Tommy ♥️

- L o u d about it

- makes sure everyone knows and says happy birthday back

- streams about it

- showers you in gifts, treats, trips, he celebrates your birthday the whole month after the actual day

- makes sure everyone knows if you guys are out like he took you somewhere he goes to someone "you know its my s/o birthday?"

- kinda embarrassing but thoughtful

Wilbur ☕️

- so extra bro

- spoiling

- lets you get up when you want

- buys you those giant teddys bro-

- so many balloons around the house and gifts like your having a party

- takes you to a kareoke bar to finish it all off

- so touchy and happy for you

Niki 🌸

- so sweet

- takes you shopping and at home movies together

- you guys have a cute minecraft date and she decorates the whole shared house for you guys in the game

- so cheerful and bubbly for you

- very cuddly

Philza/mumza 🕊

- so proud of you

- streams hardcore mode with you for fun

- mumza and him get you many gifts

- mumza is more on the spoiling when phil is the dinner person

- mumza makes you a cake ad takes videos and pictures of you allllll day long

Side thing:

Dream frantically gets all the pictures of everything, the food, the people, the decor, all of it. George helps sapnap with the cake because that’s all he can really do without burning anything with sapnap. Karl makes sure all the gifts are in tact and prepared for you to open and see. Quackity makes all the food and it’s technically the party starter and makes sure he gets the drinks. Ranboo is the music controller and puts a playlist made just for you that everyone helped make. Tubbo is used to be a distraction so you can’t see your cake and gifts for the surprise part of the party. Tommy helps tubbo while also making you feel hyped for you birthday(like the second party starter). Wilbur plays a live performance just for you with a whole album he took months on just for you. Niki helps to buy you outfits and do you hair for the party before hand. Finally, Phil and mumza were the masterminds of it all.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY” you hear them scream as you blow out your candles. Your perfect birthday dream.

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A/n: ily all ty to everyone saying happy birthday to me I really appreciate it made today so much better :) I’m happy I’m here doing this for you guys and I don’t plan on going anywhere anyways anytime soon my darlings <3

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dozyrogue · 4 months

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So yeah as I was saying chayanne and tallulah desperately need people outside of Phil to make connections with.

And ramon is a good example of this, he leo chay and lulah are some of the loneliest eggs I think??

ramon is the best example of what I mean, he was alone most of the time he didnt really hang with people outside of his dad, pac, and tubbo. But he comes back from his monthly sleep lol. And he made 2 little sisters and admitted he sees tubbo as an older brother figure. and we saw that he can trust tubbo with important info, Like of his dads lovelife lol.

Of course he loves his other siblings and his dad but having someone that he chooses to vulnerable around is so important even if its a little bit. In his letter admitted he sees tubbo as an older brother, or just showing how much he loves his siblings. HIS diamond girl and panda he can take care of them, because he wants to, and still have fun. He gets to create and do projects with tubbo but also he can just run around with his sisters and be a kid. Yes he's still a protector, because its what he wants, when push comes to shove.

I will always remember him boxing sunny and empanada away to have a serious talk with Phil and tubbo. And just standing infront of them when the three were in phils basement?? THE PHIL MUSEUM. While phil is asking what's wrong and lil mans was just looking at him because the adults can be traitors now 2.

Chayanne wants to protect Tallulah so bad but hes so tired and just needs someone who can look at him and see him for what he is a scared, traumatized, tired child. (No hate to phil, cuz hew trying) And we see it first hand that chayanne wants to reach out to tubbo, he really does. The comfort and kind heart his godfather provided was probably so new. At the time tubbo was a little hard on himself for being a bad fighter but even then he fought of mobs for them. He comforted them when chay and lulah were panicked and in pain the day before they ran away. I don't blame chayanne for wating to run back to him

And Tallulah needs someone who will love her uncontrollably. That will look at her broken parts and help her put them back. In her head no matter what phil will always choose chay first and she hates the idea that she keep him from phil. At some point maybe she also wanted to turn to tubbo or even forever hell even slimescicle because they opened up their arms to her and she loves them deeply obviously. But she feels so alone

Do I sound crazy??? Am I making sense??

#qsmp ramon #qsmp tubbo #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #im not over this and constantly thinking thoughts #these eggs man why so u make me so sad #i hope this is coherent #i feel like im saying words and its not clicking #plz tell me if im delulu plzplzplZ

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the-crimson · 7 months

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So many people have already talked about and analyzed the layers to Tina and bbh’s conversation last night because it was so damn insightful into both bbh and Tina but I wanna talk about something else. I’ve mentioned before that bbh’s body langue is so purposeful and tells us so much about him and the conversation from last night is a perfect case study of it.

Find the stream here and go to the 5 hour mark. That’s when their conversation really begins and it ends around the 6 hour mark. This is all conjecture and may just be me grasping at straws but Bbh’s use of body language has always captivated me so let’s jump into it.

There is a pattern of when bbh chooses to crouch, crouch walk, stand still, jump around/place blocks, cool sit, and ground sit and we see all of this during the conversation. These are all patterns he displays when testing/manipulating someone and can be seen in other streams as well, not just this one.

Crouching in Minecraft is usually a submissive or friendly gesture. You are making urself smaller to appear less threatening or crouching to get closer to someone. Like a cat showing you it’s belly. But it is also used for stealth. When bbh is talking to someone and he’s crouching at them or walking around them while crouching, he is studying them. He is observing them like a tiger stalking it’s prey.

Through out the Tina/bbh conversation, bbh would crouch walk around her when he tells her things to test her reaction and wit. What does it mean to be okay? Bbh is actively committing self harm and hurting those around him. Talking about how he knows Foolish but Foolish also know him. There are so many examples during this conversation where bbh will tell Tina something or ask her a question and it feels like he is watching her like a vulture because of his crouch walk. Sometimes he paces back and forth and others he is actively circling her. It creates such an unexpected tension to these conversations because it feels like he’s on the hunt (which he is) and creates an aura of unease in the person he’s talking to.

Then there are moments where bbh sits (ground sit so the one where their knees pull up) beside Tina and puts them both on equal footing. He’s no longer on the hunt and lulls her into a false sense of vulnerability. We see this during their conversation after Bad admits he’s torturing himself. Bad listens to Tina talk about how no one trusts her and she feels like an outsider and he explains that everyone here is so close because of the trauma they’ve experienced. They have a sincere moment sitting together before bbh propositions Tina to burn the forest to save the trees. He does the exact same thing later in the conversation where he sits close to her and asks about her opinions on cucurucho and explains how there’s three cucuruchos and eventually propositions her to give Foolish fake evidence to get someone arrested. The ground sit emits vulnerability and bbh uses it to lower the other person’s guard so they will be more open to his plans.

It’s very interesting when bbh stands still or close to it. He did so several times during this conversation and they were all moments when he was stating something without room for Tina to disagree. When he declared they were on the same page after the burning the forest conversation, when he told her to get close to Foolish/learn his plan, and when he said Tubbo would only become more determined if he got imprisoned, and when he said only one person was going to die. These statements were not questions and they all took Tina off balance. Part of that is the way he spoke but the other part is the stillness in his posture. Bbh is almost always moving or using an emote so when he stands still (or close to it) it’s unnerving and adds an intensity/focus to what he’s saying.

There were a few instances where bbh sat (cool sit the emote with a leg out) across from Tina and each was very interesting in different ways. The first was when Tina was exclaiming that she felt like Foolish used her and that he doesn’t trust her anymore than anyone else. The second is when Tina confessed to voting something other than banning mines and begged him not to resend his trust and bbh explained the whole furniture fiasco, and asks her what she thought he should have done in that situation. The last was the very end of their conversation where he assures her that he doesn’t hold her voting for pink Wednesday against her but assured her that he will know if she tells anyone about his secrets - essentially threatens her to her face not to tell anyone.

Unlike the ground sit, bbh uses the cool sit when he reassures her and challenges her in the same breath. Cool sit exhibits confidence and that is the key that glues all of these instances together. He explains the great furniture theft and his own history with stealing and asks her what he should have done. He assures her that he trusts her because if she tells anyone, she knows he’ll bring hell down upon her. He listens to her and reassures her and threatens her all with the confidence that she’s already too caught in his web to back out now.

The moments where bbh jumps around a lot and places/breaks blocks are also super interesting. He declares that someone (most likely him) is going to be dead by the end of this(he was both jumping and standing still that’s why it gets two mentions lol). One of the times when he talks about how he knows Foolish. He builds the wall while talking about his relationship with the Fed’s. Places more glass while saying that he knows Tina, that she wants to be trusted and liked for who she is. He places dirt blocks when he says that he knows she just wants to be appreciated (and that he relates). These are all times when bbh gets agitated and fidgets via jumping or placing blocks - all moments where he’s being the most candid and genuine he’s ever been. Specifically about other people and his relationships with them. We know bbh is allergic to telling the truth or admitting affection so these kinds of admissions are rare and cause a break in his carefully defined exterior. He acts similarly when challenged by others (the conversation where Etoiles makes bbh admit that Etoiles has been right about him all along comes to mind).

These are my observations from the Tina/bbh convo and there are of course moments that don’t follow these patterns exactly but there is a pattern and it spreads beyond this single conversation. These patterns generally can be seen anytime bbh is manipulating or testing someone and I’ve picked up on many of them from previous streams and interactions. This conversation was just such a succinct example I had to analyze it.

There is a whole other essay to be made about the distinction between bbh’s body language when he’s with others vs alone and when he’s manipulating someone vs hanging out and when he’s indulging in delusions vs soberness but idk if I have the brain to research and write those rn. Maybe I’ll write them in the future depending on how this analysis is received XD anyway thanks for reading I hope it was coherent :3

#qsmp #crimson speaks #q!badboyhalo #finished just in time for bbh to stream soon #perfect #now I nap until I get notification #XD #this was fun #might do it again #comparing scenes would be fun #because there is such a different #difference*#idk #we’ll see #hope u like my ramblings #:D

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guckies · 5 months

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Ok guess it’s my time to speak up on tubbo and sunny stealing shit from Leo and Foolish… because I guess my /neg posts are a daily occurrence now… (This isn’t really heavy neg more just criticism, so beware.)

With them reading the lore book for foolish, I can’t say anything because it was out in the open and the admins should know better by now lol. They were lucky it was vague but from now I’ll will talk about everything else.

I can give a lot of slack to Sunny because Sunny doesn’t know what stuff is Leo’s and such. However the whole “they are so poor” act has got to drop, some of the eggs have tried that before and it just does not read well at all.

Encouraging/being okay with sunny possibly stealing Foolish’s first gift to Leo is crazy. Like they don’t know that but man, it’s name tagged and everything. So obviously you shouldn’t steal it because the context clues obviously point to it being either Leo’s or Foolish’s pet. Like just leave it alone or better yet go get your own pet and make it an adventure.

But Tubbo, I’m just so disappointed man. For being so smart he did not pick up on any of the context clue at Foolish’s house. Like the egg bed is right there you can clearly tell this is Leo’s room despite Foolish also making it his main hub. Yeah it’s Foolish’s main hub but also it’s Leo’s room first and foremost so you shouldn’t touch it. I don’t blame him for not knowing what chests are Leo’s but the fact he was stealing and encouraging sunny to steal was just so exhausting.

About Foolish knowing about the stealing, he’s probaby mentioned it like once ages ago and Foolish does not remember it at all, which is just almost as bad as stealing good items without telling. Which tubbo did when he stole 3 of Foolish’s mending books. Can he not just ask someone online or go grind for it himself?? Sure no one minds when people take the surplus of stuff they have but since he takes valuable stuff and he doesn’t know which chests are Leo’s, it just reads bad to the viewers…

Again part of minecraft is to grind your gear out, the fact that Tubbo has just been stealing valuable or hard to get items from people is so boring... Please just go get your own villager and do dungeons as a part of your stream content, because if you’re not playing with the long term goal in mind then why are you even playing?? Also yes his factory can be a long term goal but with how quickly he does it, it’s becoming a more medium length goal.

Seriously though by having moments in stream where you grind for the things you need is essential, otherwise content can become very repetitive and somewhat episode like. Please I beg, can’t you just go do an adventuring and resource gathering stream? Please! Like you stream almost 6-9 hours on qsmp and just steal resources? Just use up one of those hours to go and gather the resources.

Tl;dr - Tubbo really just needs to start adventuring and grinding gear by doing dungeons and getting villagers, he doesn’t even have to do it alone everyone knows morning crew would gladly tag along. The stealing bit is okay when the person has a surplus of that material but it’s getting boring…

#also i watch his streams so im aware of what his content is like and man you dont know how long ive waited to talk about this #if i could just get that man to do a 3 hour resource gathering segment i would die i happy person #qsmp neg #qsmp discourse #its becoming so hard to defend people that wont defend themselves 😔✋#tubbo neg #qsmp #tubbo critical

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sexsellz · 2 years

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Hi! I really liked your TommyInnit x reader's. So I was wondering if you could possibly do one where the reader likes Tommy and while their streaming they get a Dono or something asking them how they feel about Tommy going on a date with a girl from college and they just kinda slowly break down on stream? Fluff at the end but lots of angst as well? If not, I completely understand <3

⤻ 𝐡𝒆𝒂𝐭𝐡𝒆𝐫 ¹, tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

🌬- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

PART TWO. When Tommy invites, you, his dearest friend to be the newest guest on his Twitch channel, things are ruined by a confusing donation.

💍- 𓄹 W͢ORDCOUNT:

1076

❄️- 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

tommy x reader

Tommy had been ecstatic, finally having the pleasure of introducing you to his chat, as well as letting you get well acquainted with his closest friends. You both were on holiday for Christmas break, giving the two of you ample time to both get in good content for Tommy’s YouTube channel as well as getting you used to being on camera. Tommy knew you were a little shy to being paraded around being filmed, but as his best friend you were determined to become enveloped in his passion.

So, that lead to Tommy teaching you everything there is to know about being the high quality streamer he is, making sure you were comfortable before making your greatly awaited appearance. And on a snowy December evening, you sat eager by Tommy’s side, as he booted up his PC, making final adjustments to his OBS profile. Of course, you were nervous to be introducing yourself to a viewing range nearing 100k, but with the boy’s words of comfort, you knew you’d be okay.

“Are you a hundred percent sure you’re ready, because if not..” His voice trailed off. You offered your convincing response, taking his hand in yours. “I’m sure.” And to your surprise, his hand stayed in yours; rubbing your palm with his forefinger and thumb, ensuring your stability. And in 3 .. 2 .. 1! HIs stream had commenced. With the title:

The able sisters played in the background while viewers pooled in by the thousands, excited to see what antics Tommy would be up to on said oc casion. After a minute or two of reading chat, he unmuted. “What is UP chat! I’ve got some big news, as well as a very special guest!” With the fore mention of said guest, his chat filled with guesses of who said person will be. Was it Tubbo, or Willbur? Maybe even Quackity or George! Needless to say, everyone was hyped.

Tommy was just as excited, even more so because while his chat was expecting a returning guest - he had someone brand new to show off. And show off, he did. From the second he turned on his camera to reveal you, he was jumping around, yelling and playing around with you. “Chat! Thisssss is my bestest friend in the whole entire world, Y/n!”

And needless to say they were more than happy to welcome you to their shared community with open and loving arms. Things in the likeness filled the replies in his chat.

“OHMYGOD I’m making a stan acc this is so wholesome fhjebfr!”

One user replied, with another coming in asking:

“Tommy why are they sm cooler than you are this is they’re acc now.”

While you had barely said anything to Tommy or his chat, your bubbly personality had come through ten fold while joking about. And while you continued playing into Tommy’s arrogant online persona, some donations came in asking if the two of you were more than friends, which of course made you question the integrity of the donators, but ultimately didn’t bother you. You knew your crush on Tommy hadn’t full developed enough to cause you to be jealous, but what did bother you was one specific donation that spoke of a girl from his school.

Gnftwt gifted 10 subs! “Tommy, how does Y/n feel about the date you went on with Heather? :D have a good stream big man”

Your facial expression immediately changed, as well as Tommy’s initial behavior. He sat back down in the chair to read the set of text again, before replying: “Heather, the one from college? Well…” His face blushed, indicating he had remembered the encounter, and from the look on his face you could tell it was an event he was certainly fond of. A pit of despair sunk in your chest, as you felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment. You playfully nudged his arm, trying to quell the lump that’d formed in your throat.

“Ay, you never told me you had a crush, Tommo.” Your eyes burnt like fire as a salty liquid welled in your tear ducts. You avoided his eye contact, instead opting for reading more comments that appeared on his monitor.

“Heather is SO pretty’ “How did you ever manage to bag someone like that???”

A girl, huh. Someone chat seemed to find favor over you, all of a sudden. Tommy almost immediately caught sight of the tears pooling down your face, as you desperately batted them away from your eyelashes. Tears trickled down your nose, to your trembling lips, and he ultimately didn’t know what to do. So, he improvised.

“Hey hey, what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” He placed the palm of his hand on your knee. You wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your lavender sweater, standing up from your seated position. “N-nothing, I’m fine. Just a little overwhelmed.” No matter what sultry words had came from his mouth seemed to help at this point, as your crying had turned into hyperventilating. You played it off as a sudden unexpected panic attack.

Tommy quickly turned off his camera and muted his mic, opting to fill his stream view with a title that read “BRB”. Seeing the state of you, as you stumbled across the room trying to find your phone, as well as your shoes. “Y/n what’s the matter with you? C’mon now you’re scaring me.” You continued your search for your things. “Nothing nothing, I just need to go home, like now.” Out his bedroom door you went.

He followed you out the door and down the stairs, standing in front of his front door before you’d gotten the chance to leave. His next few words were stern. “You can’t leave! It’s snowing outside, you won’t make the walk home.” You took a step towards the door but his demeanor didn’t change. “Look, I’m sorry if the stream was too much. I should’ve known it was too much for you right now, I’m sorry. So just come back upstairs and we can talk about whatever is bothering you.”

He held out his hand, and stepped away from the door, hoping you’d calm down and accept his offer. However, you didn’t. With a final confusing farewell, you stated. “No, why don’t you invite Heather over, I’m sure everyone would love to see her more than me. Especially you.” And with that, you were out the door into the snow, leaving Tommy on his doorstep.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!

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fr0gleggs · 14 days

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Hello! Yes fitpac are a genuine gay minecraft couple! Even better it was a slow burn. And when i mean slow burn i mean they met in april and got together in january.

Q!pac is interesting because he canonically crushed on people before q!fit (most of which all were threatening in some way which isnt important rn) and is the more emotionally open out of the two

Meanwhile, q!fit went through a whole denial arc where he first just called them “really close friends” and then “roomates” despite the fact they never lived together. This continued for a long while until his son ramon, got him to confess a. That he prefered men to women, and b. That he liked q!pac.

This whole denial arc was in part because q!fit is bad with emotions after spending many years in 2b2t where trusting someone is more likely than not to end with you getting stabbed in the back as well as because he was sent to the qsmp on a mission that if he failed could potentially end with everyone he cares about getting hurt.

Other fun facts:

- they’ve not had their first kiss or said “i love you” to each other yet but it’s been implied that they’ve slept with each other??

-q!pac has a chocolate bar that q!fit gave him for valentines day that he was able to enchant to be an infinite food resource

-q!fit’s favorite flowers are any that q!pac gives him except for dandelions because those are weeds

- while playing kiss mary kill, q!pac said he would kiss mary and kill q!fit to which q!fit replied that he likes his men dangerous

-their close friend q!tubbo (who is queer irl) decided to become violently homophobic after the two got together even going as far as to try to ruin their first date by photoshopping q!pac to have gone on a date with someone else

Hope this helps!

Thank you so much!!! It really does. Also side note all of this is so funny to me because I have been into fit’s 2B2T content for YEARS and he’s just. Roleplaying a gay man on the side ig. Wonderful.

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cdreambur · 11 months

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dreambur spiderman au but like spider-verse version where they're both spiderman.

they meet when wilbur stumbles into dream's dimension after one of tommy's many experiments got out of control.

he lands right in the middle of a fight between dream and his universe's green goblin, and doesn't even think twice before jumping in to help, glad that he at least has his backpack, which also contains his suit, with him.

he doesn't expect to be pressed against a wall as soon as the fight ends, hands pinned beside his head by webs that feel familiar and foreign at the same time.

the other spiderman hovers over him, the fact that he's a little shorter evened out by how much broader he is than wilbur.

"who the fuck are you?" he asks, voice demanding.

wilbur breathes out a deep sigh, closes his eyes, lets his head fall back, and gets ready to explain tommy's theory about the multiverse.

when he's done, the other steps closer, tugging the webs away from wilbur's wrists.

"follow me." he tells him before slinging himself on top of the neighbouring skyscraper.

wilbur does.

their destination is an inconspicuous apartment building, wilbur climbing through an open window on the top floor behind the other spiderman.

it's a simple but cozy room, papers scattered over a table next to a computer setup and led lights illuminating the space.

if wilbur were to guess, he would say it belongs to someone his age, something that is proven right when the other pulls off his mask.

blond hair and soft green eyes, freckles and the dark shadow of a beard, a sharp nose. wilbur's gaze wanders over the other's features before landing on his outstretched hand.

"i'm dream."

wilbur takes it, sliding off his own mask.

"wilbur."

after that, they spend the night theorizing. how wilbur got here, how the multiverse works, how to get him back to his dimension.

in the end, they fall asleep when the first rays of the sun reach the window, dream sitting in the corner of his bed, wilbur slumped against his shoulder.

sleep seems to help in their search for answers, because when they wake up, dream suggests finding his universe's tommy.

"if he's the one who sent you here, maybe the one here can get you back to where you came from."

it's the best idea they have, and so, they start looking.

progress is slow, despite the help of the internet. dream has to work, and even though wilbur accompanies him now, patrols still take up most of their nights.

but despite everything, they find time to talk.

it starts with wilbur asking about dream's job one afternoon while they're hunched over dream's laptop, scouring instagram.

soon, they're sharing bits and pieces of their lives in between staring at screens and fighting in dark alleys.

dream enjoys speaking about his work as a programmer and about his friends, always remembering another fun anecdote that leaves the two of them giggling more often than not.

wilbur tells him about how in his universe, he's a rising musician, and about the cat he wants to adopt, and about the science obsessed best friend who feels more like a brother to him.

they find similarities in their lives, like how they're both struggling to balance being a hero and being a regular person.

like how they both started their journey as spiderman after they lost someone.

for wilbur, it was his friend niki.

for dream, his cousin tubbo.

it's easier to open up to someone who knows what you go through.

and soon, dream's stomach starts to flutter every time wilbur smiles at him.

soon, wilbur's heart starts to skip a beat every time dream touches him.

it's the only thing they don't talk about.

their research takes almost a month, but on a rainy friday morning, they find him.

his hair is a little shorter and his eyes are a little darker and his last name is a different one.

but wilbur has no doubts. the face, the mischievous smile, it all belongs to tommy.

the photo is part of an article in a smaller british newspaper, talking about how a group from the local high school is going to present their work at a student science exhibition in new york.

the story is a week old, the mentioned date of the exhibition telling wilbur and dream that they have three days to decide how to approach the boy.

the night before the event, they put on their suits.

through some research (aka dream's hacking), they found the hotel and room tommy's staying in.

it's equally easy to sneak in and wake the teen.

his eyes go wide when they land on the two of them, and the grin on his face when dream explains that they need his help reminds wilbur so much of his tommy that wilbur's heart tightens painfully for a moment.

they bring tommy up to the roof of the hotel to explain the situation, and his face practically lights up as soon as wilbur starts talking.

he asks about a million questions after, wilbur trying to answer them as good as he can with what he remembers from his tommy's rambles.

it seems to be enough, because at the end of it, the boy is smirking at them.

"i think i know what to do."

he guides them to the place the exhibition is happening at tomorrow, a grand complex connected to the company building of the firm that is sponsoring it.

they find a way to a lab where tommy starts collecting things the moment he steps inside.

dream and wilbur stay out of his way, leaving the teen to his work.

they talk. about what wilbur's gonna do when he gets back. which excuse he's going to use when someone asks about his disappearance.

they're so into their conversation and banter that it feels like no time has passed when tommy turns to them.

"done." is all he says, pressing a button placed next to him.

a portal flicks to life on his right, black with colorful lines sparking at the edges.

"it's only going to work once. at least for now." tommy tells them, his eyes fixed on wilbur. they share a smile before tommy steps back.

for the last time, wilbur looks at dream.

neither of them knows what to say, so in the end, they don't speak at all.

just like their first meeting, wilbur finds himself with his back against a wall, wrists pinned beside his head.

but it's dream's hands and lips and body keeping him in place this time.

the kiss is deep, desperate, filled with all the words they couldn't say and probably never will.

for a moment, it's enough.

then, dream lets go. lets wilbur go.

and when he steps through the portal, both of their lips still taste like each other.

it's all wilbur can think about when he lands right where it started. back in tommy's makeshift lab, his friend staring at him. back where he belongs.

but it feels like a part of his home is missing.

across the dimensions, dream is experiencing the exact same kind of pain.

#...can you tell i watched the new spider-verse movie yesterday #i was inspired to say the least #anyway this is so much longer than i intended lol #wish i could make it into a proper fic but this'll have to do for now #dreambur #c!dreambur #madduo #au ideas #what's up danger au

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anarchy-and-piglins · 1 year

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Dark Wizard of OZ AU.

Technoblade is a bright young man. He helps run his family's farm. He's a little bit of a daydreamer, but he works hard. He has a little dog he loves, but the mean neighbor keeps picking at it and trying to get it to bite. Which, of course, it does. And they send out the pound to get the dog taken.

Technoblade's family doesn't do much to stop it, but luckily Apollo is well trained and escapes his prison and makes his way back to Techno. Techno knows his family will make him give up Apollo, so he runs away.

He meets a strange traveler in a very strange caravan. Dressed in normal clothes, but his sharp blue eyes seem to know something strange. He offers a meal and offers to read Techno's fortune. They talk, they have a bit of fun.

Here's where it differs from thr Original Oz.

When the strange traveler offers Techno to stay and travel with him, he is not trying to reverse psychology Techno into going home. He is very interested in keeping Techno close.

But Techno is already regretting running and decides to turn him down. The blond haired man frowns, before smiling only a little strained before warning Technoblade to be quick. That the weather doesn't look so good. Which Technoblade is confused about. Its sunny outside.

Except, by the time he gets home, it is storming in earnest. He can see the twister forming in the distance. The storm celler won't open, why won't it open??? He knocks and knocks but it remains shut, so he hurries inside the house and tries to find shelter.

The twister hits, and Technoblade is knocked unconscious by a random item falling off a shelf. When he wakes, he sees that his is high up in the center of the storm.

The house lands, and Technoblade cautiously exits the house to find an impossibly colorful town. The town is ecstatic to see him because his house landed on a tyranical witch, a man who professed himself their king but did nothing to help them, who would rather spend all his time napping.

The Good Witch Philza, a man who looks somehow familiar, appears and congratulates Technoblade. Technoblade never knew that people could have wings like a bird or dress in such strange robes.

The Wicked Witch Dream appears, furious that someone could murder his best friend, George. Technoblade gets flustered trying to explain that he didn't mean to. Furious, Dream turns to at least retrieve his friend's crown, a thing of power. But it isn't there? Where?

Good Witch Philza places it gently on Technoblade's head, right where it is supposed to be :). Dream is enraged and tries to attack Technoblade. But the crown was made to KEEP George safe from attack, it does nothing to Technoblade.

Technoblade just wants to go home, and tells the Good Witch Philza so. Philza gives him a knowing smile, and points him toward the Emerald City, saying that maybe the Wizard could help.

Technoblade goes on his journey, and runs into a strange trio. An incredibly clever kid named Tubbo who thinks he doesn't have a brain. A very emotional boy named Tommy who claims he doesn't have a heart. And a kid named Ranboo who claims to be not so courageous...which, yeah, that one tracks.

As Technoblade travels with them, they ask him about his life before. And more and more the answers are harder. When Tubbo asks about what his life was like, Techno's memory grows foggy. When Tommy asks about his family, he flubs the names and begins to forget faces. When Ranboo talks, he gets less and less confident in what he remembers.

They make it to the Emerald City, but the Wizard won't help unless they kill Dream. Which is so disheartening. Technoblade is starting to doubt...doubt that its even worth it. Maybe...maybe he should just stay here?

No. No, he's got to at least try. So he goes, and you get all the benchtrio + Techno action stopping the witch. But as Dream falls, he says something. About how he can't trust Philza. And a guy named Sapnap takes charge after the reigh of terror ends, leading Technoblade and the trio back to the Emerald City as heros.

Technoblade confronts the wizard, who starts to backtrack on what he said about helping until Bench Trio rip away the curtains. A brunette theater guy stands there.

His name is Wilbur and he really isn't magical. He comes from a place quite similar to Techno. He came to Oz some years ago and made a place for himself.

"How did you get here?"

"I...honestly, I can't quite remember? But Philza helped me out once I got here."

Apollo, good boy, wanders off and pulls out the hot air balloon. And it jogs Wilbur's memory enough to remember THAT'S HOW he got here. So they start setting jt up so they can both get home.

Of course Good Witch Philza shows up to see them off. Look he is even smiling he is so happy. The twitch in his eyebrow isn't actually there.

However, once everything is set up, a crow swoops down and tears the tether away before Wilbur OR Technoblade can get in. Wilbur accepts it pretty quickly, not all that bothered.

Techno is...les thrilled. But the Good Witch Philza comforts him, tells him he will help in anyway he can. And its not much, but he gives Technoblade an emerald earring, a small token of his appreciation.

Technoblade accepts it, puts the earring in and its like a weight is lifted from his heart. This isn't so bad, is it? It's just like his daydreams.

Good Witch Philza smiles happily at him, and guides him further into the Emerald City, already prepared his home.

Anyways, have a good day.

QKSQHJKQS YOU KEEP BLESSING MY INBOX WITH THESE

This one is so unique and interesting, I'm just.... hmmmmm

#technoblade #dark sbi #thoughts #asks #i don't have better words for this today i'm sorry #but I didn't wanna keep this in the inbox the world deserves to see

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