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Schlatt Wins The Election

[cw: mentioned alcohol abuse, implied child abuse, misuse of authority]

A time-stretched AU wherein the SBI & Co are not directly involved in L’Manberg’s founding nor the election-- save for Tubbo, who is Schlatt’s son. This is a piece of character backstory written for a WIP!

"I'm coming with you," Tubbo said, voice shaking, and Tommy answered gruffly and immediately: "Of course you are."

Wilbur turned off the TV with a loud ka-chUNK, and the three of them sat staring at the black screen in complete silence as it crackled. None of them moved. None of them knew what to say. Of course he'd win on a technicality. Of course. And that meant… something terrible. Something terrible, surely. Suddenly, Wilbur had a resolved, determined expression on his face. He stood up abruptly. "Right. We're leaving."

"Leaving…?" Tommy attempted to interrupt, but Wilbur bulldozed past, already mid-explanation and wasting no time. "I'll write to Dad, let him know why and where. Pack what's important and what you can carry, and leave what isn't." Tommy looked about to scramble into action as Wilbur got out an envelope and some letter-paper, but Tubbo stood up shell-shocked. He… He was…

"I'm coming with you," Tubbo said, voice shaking, and Tommy answered gruffly and immediately: "Of course you are." It was never a question to him-- he always got things his way in the end. And honestly, the relief Tubbo had upon hearing Tommy's certain tone was enough to ease his worries for the moment. This was his family. Of course he was going with them. Of course he would be safe with them. Tubbo started going through his drawers as quickly as he could, throwing the non-essentials in a pile and setting the essentials aside to shove into a bag when he was done. The air was tense and horrid, sitting in everyone's lungs like a smog that couldn't be coughed out. It was rolling through the country like a terrible disease and Tubbo feared they'd get the worst of it before they managed to leave.

There was a knock on the door.

Tubbo and Tommy, in their respective halves of their room, froze. "Hide," Wilbur hissed as quietly as he could. Tommy breathed in, a horrible shakey sound that Tubbo hoped he'd never have to hear again. Who was at the door? Who could it be? There weren't many options and all of them seemed grim. Wilbur went to answer the door as Tubbo cowered in his closet, knowing Tommy had gone as quickly as he could to Wilbur's room to do the same. Knowing, with a sinking pit where his stomach ought to be, that he probably knew who was here and why. Tubbo's hiding-closet was closer to the door, so he could just make out the conversation muffled through the walls… and that familiar, dreaded voice.

"Wiiillllburrr! Hey! How ya doin' pal? I haven't seen you in a while!"

It was Schlatt's voice, distinct even through layers of wall and only standing in the doorway. Wilbur didn't waste time with formalities; Tubbo was grateful for that. "What do you want." He asked stiffly. There was a pause, likely as Schlatt hemmed and hawed over his roundabout answer.

"Oh? I see you got a suitcase there-- you packin' up? Leavin' the country? After it just got under good management? That's a pity, that's a pity."

"It's none of your business. This is my house. Leave."

"Nah, see, you've got somethin' of mine-- that is to say--"

Schlatt dropped the faux-familiar tone and it melted into its true, sinister form. "That is to say, Wilbur, you've got my kid. You wouldn't separate a kid from his father now would you? Come on, I've got a brand new big house and he can have an entire room all to himself-- an entire room! He's probably sharing with that brat brother of yours right now right?"

Schlatt's voice became a sneer, an expression Tubbo was all too familiar with, enough that he could see the look on his face in his mind's eye. "Look, I'm not here to mess around, alright? I want Tubbo. I want my kid. You and--" A fake niceness again, a lie wrapped in gold-- "You and Tommy can leave, I don't give a shit. But Tubbo is my kid. And ah, if you don't hand him over, if he doesn't come with me, I'm gonna have you arrested for kidnapping, because I can do that now."

The white-knuckled grip Tubbo had on his own face was probably leaving marks, he realized. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. He needed to have his hand over his mouth. He needed to be desperately, terrifyingly quiet. Schlatt could arrest Wilbur. And Tommy. And he probably would. What could Tubbo do? What should he do? Why him?

Apparently, however, Wilbur was staring down Schlatt and not budging an inch, replying with carefully calculated vitriol. "I'm sorry, man, but even if I wanted to let you take Tubbo-- which I don't, ever, by the fucking way-- he's gone. He already left as soon as he found out you won. Didn't even wait to hear your egomaniac speech. Took his backpack and fucked off into the woods somewhere. I dunno what to tell you, man, Tommy and I are worried sick but there's not much we can do. It'd be a hell of a lot easier to look if the walls were still up, but." It sounded like he ended with a shrug. And Wilbur was a flawless liar. Schlatt had to buy it, right? He had to.

"That's bullshit and you know it. Now I could send some guards out lookin', waste everybody's time, but you and I both know he's here and I'm going to charge you with so much more than just kidnapping if you even fucking think about lying to me again, Wilbur!"

Tubbo expected to feel scared at that, more scared, but the truth was… he felt pissed. In a calm sort of way. How dare Schlatt threaten to hurt his family! How dare he! Tubbo could be brave. Tubbo had to be brave. If his hands were cold and clammy and shook while he opened the closet door, he decided he could pay it no mind. He stepped out into the livingroom, in full view of Schlatt and Wilbur both. "What's going on?" Tubbo asked, sounding little and helpless and lost instead of angry. Best to roll over in these situations, he'd learned.

Wilbur spun around, wide-eyed in fear-- fear for Tubbo, he realized. "Tubbo--" Wilbur started, desperate, and Schlatt huffed in relief and relaxed a little. "There you are," Schlatt said. "What were you doing, huh? Hiding from me? Cowering away?" He asked. Tubbo couldn't help it; he responded with a bit of a scoff. "I was packing. We figured I'd be living with you after this. I'm allowed to pack my things, aren't I?" Wilbur was looking at Tubbo with an expression he'd really prefer not to dwell on, and Schlatt snorted. But he was calmer and it was obvious and he'd protected Wilbur, protected Tommy, protected his family.

"Well. You don't need to get snide with me about it. Alright though, whatever, yeah, I guess you should finish packing your things. I don't want to have to be buying you new clothes and shit."

Tubbo responded in kind. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm gonna go finish packing." He didn't miss the glare Schlatt sent Wilbur as he mentioned he'd go wait outside with a dismissive handwave. As soon as the door was shut, Wilbur ran over and grabbed Tubbo's shoulders in a desperate, protective way.

"Tubbo, what were you thinking? Why did you do that? I could've handled it!" He hissed in a quiet, mournful way.

Tubbo shook his head. "Nah. Schlatt was dead set on hurting you. This'll be enough of a distraction. He's happier when he gets his way which means he's less angry. Pretty standard behavior for a drunkard like him, honestly. And I couldn't let him hurt you and Tommy. Simple."

Wilbur stared at Tubbo for a long time, indecipherably but with watery eyes. After a few moments, he sighed, and took his hands off Tubbo's shoulders. "I'll go get Tommy. Don't go anywhere but your room until we've come to talk. Alright?" Tubbo nodded.

The packing itself was a blur. He remembered setting some things aside though, things important to him but that he'd hand off to Tommy and Wilbur for safekeeping rather than take with him. Among them, his winter coat with patches of L'Manberg and the other places they'd lived-- somehow, he felt Schlatt wouldn't approve.

Tommy, upon seeing Tubbo, ran up to him and put his hands on his shoulders in a desperate, protective way. "Tubbo, what were you thinking? Why did you do that? Please don't leave."

Tubbo stared at him, a small smile on his face. "You and Wil really are brothers," He said with a dead laugh. He hugged Tommy tightly. Tommy didn't want to let go.

"Look, I set aside some things I want to take but can't-- can you hold onto them for safekeeping? I'll come and get them again soon. Thank you for everything you've done for me up until now. It's time I did something in return, y'know? It'll be alright. It'll be okay." Tommy was openly sobbing and Wilbur was sniffling. Wilbur wrapped his arms around the both of them, pulling them into a tight, protective hug.

"We'll be back for you, Tubbo, as soon as we can," Wilbur promised, and Tommy stopped sniffling long enough to nod confidently. "Don't get too settled in with the big lug."

Tommy picked up the armful of things Tubbo couldn't take to shove in his own bag, and Tubbo took his own, now-significantly-smaller bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you both soon, yeah?" He asked, as a quick rapping on the door sent a spike of adrenaline through them all, knowing Schlatt was getting impatient.

"Of course." Wilbur said, hugging Tubbo again one last time. "You're our fuckin' family and don't you forget it," Tommy agreed, hugging Tubbo again tightly. They left Tubbo's room and opened the door to see an impatient Schlatt. "Alright, come on, let's go," Schlatt said. Tubbo got one last, good look at them. Did he believe that the universe would be so kind? That he'd see them again soon? Well, not really. But still… Wilbur was confident and Tommy was stubborn and if Phil got back soon he'd be a real force to reckoned with. So maybe it'd be okay after all. They shut the door, and Tubbo went with Schlatt.

#tubbo #schlatt #angst #lmanberg elections #dsmp au #dreamsmp fanfiction #they write #abuse implied #their ages are also a lil different to have schlatt be a dad here hglnsvlsdhglshdg and to line up the fic proper with canon better #it's not really a modern au btw i just couldn't figure out if they had tv in the dreamsmp... ghdslnvlsdhglshg #thank you to pastry for expressing interest btw i 🥺❤❤❤❤❤

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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 4 months

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Hey so you've posted a bit about replaying DA and I wanted to know if you have a canon run through

I do! I'm currently replaying through my canon run right now [with a few deviations here and there] because every time I finish a run, some time passes before I'm like, ".........I miss them." It makes doing an alternate run harder, too.

For DAO, I play as a rogue lady Tabris named Rosalie, or Rose. Dual-wielding ranger and dualist. Her most used party dynamic is Alistair/Morrigan/Zevran. She named the mabari Griffon after the tales of Grey Wardens and their griffons. Rose romanced Alistair, kept him a warden and made Anora queen. She considers Morrigan one of her closest friends until Morrigan reveals her true intentions for coming with them. I've written about that whole thing before. Honestly, as far as companions go, Rose becomes close friends with most of them... except Wynne, they tend to butt heads in a lot of ways.

Rose didn't want to become a warden and thinks most of their rules and secrets are bullshit. Duncan's excuse for not coming to help her and the other elven women Vaughan took is a driving force for her to defy that "we can't get involved" rule as much as she can during and post-blight. She sided with the mages in Kinloch and with their help saved Connor, made Bhelen king of Orzammar, and settled things between the Dalish and the werewolves peacefully by convincing Zathrian to end the curse. She executed Loghain at the Landsmeet since, y'know... he sold city elves, nearly including her father, to Tevinter slavers to fund his war so... in her eyes, he doesn't get to live after that.

This playthrough I did make a save to reject Morrigan's dark ritual to see what happens when the warden makes the ultimate sacrifice and it's the most unsatisfying ending. It's such a, "No no noooo we didn't deserve this! After everything we went through! Just for it to end like that??" hopeless feeling... which was then fixed when I went back and made my canon choice of begrudgingly accepting the deal [even though it mostly goes against Rose's character but I'm weak and selfish and want her and Alistair to live].

In DA2, I play as a male mage Hawke named Edgar, or Ed. Force mage and blood mage. His most used party dynamic is Carver/Merrill/Anders until Carver goes to the Grey Wardens, then it's Isabela/Merrill/Anders. He's mostly purple in personality, but occasionally dips into blue, and I can count the number of times he's gone red on one hand. He named his mabari Fleabag after Malcolm bought the pup from a traveling merchant who failed to mention he was flea ridden. Several baths later, the mabari was finally flea free but Ed decided he should never live it down and named him Fleabag.

Ed maxes out the friendships with everyone [yes, including Carver, Ed tries so damn hard with him] except Aveline, he maxes out her rivalry. They all side with him and the mages in the end. He romanced Anders. I once did a run where I romanced Fenris with Ed and even though I liked it, the whole playthrough felt wrong because romancing Anders is, like... a fundamental part of Ed's story now... Even though they break up in the end.

I've done all three options across different playthroughs when it comes to Anders; I've spared him, I've killed him, and I've told him to leave. My canon choice is to tell him to leave, and then let him join my party later after we've sided with the mages. It's hard to explain without writing a full essay, but Ed and Anders are pretty much life partners at this point. Even if it's no longer romantic because a huge amount of trust was broken, even if they never get back together in that regard, even if Anders will now be on the run for the rest of his life, whether or not Ed agrees with him [he does and he doesn't, it's complicated] like... Ed loves him and he'll always love him, y'know? He won't abandon him even when everyone tells him he should.....but then DAI happened uhhh

Finally for DAI, I play a lady mage Lavellan named Ashalle, or Ashlaen, or just Ash. She's a knight-enchanter who mostly does storm magic. I'd say DAI is the game where I have a pretty even party use that I rotate between; Cassandra/Varric/Vivienne, Solas/Sera/Blackwall, The Iron Bull/Dorian/Cole. She sides with the mages in Redcliffe and left Hawke in the fade [sorry Ed, and sorry Anders... and sorry Carver... and Varric]. When it came to picking a ruler for Orlais, she figured all options sucked but went with Celene and Briala. Ash drank from the well, and then disbanded the inquisition in Trespasser.

I dislike how DAI just kinda plops your inquisitor into existence with only a small paragraph explaining why they were at the conclave; I wish it had a DAO approach so that's what I did for my inquisitor. Before I start the DAI playthrough, I boot up DAO. Before she was Ashalle Lavellan, she was a circle mage named Ashlaen Surana who escaped with Jowan after he lied to her about being a blood mage. In the ten years pre-DAI, she lost Jowan. In her grief, joined the Dalish, changed her name, and eventually ended up at the conclave. It just adds a lot more meat and spice to the choices and interactions with companions and advisors since she keeps that part of her backstory a secret. After all, she helped a blood mage and then was accused of being one herself before fleeing; she doesn't want the inquisition to know that. All of her crafted staves are named after Jowan while her crafted robes are usually named after her conflicting identities and pieces of her past, too..... Oh, speaking of past, she romanced Cullen. Because of course.

With the context of all this, it becomes them reuniting after they may or may not have had a thing going on in the circle, but then she escaped and he believed she was actually a blood mage for ten years. Cullen sees her like "Ah. Yes. You. Whom I haven't met. Hope they're right about you. We've lost a lot of people to get you here. Glad you survived." when internally he's screaming "I know who you are, those tattoos fool me not! Why are you here?? To torment ME specifically??" Then there's Ash who takes a little longer to recognize him, and when she does, it solidifies that she needs to run after this because he knows who she is and why she fled, that's not good, she's not going back to the circle after all this is done.

But y'know... they work it out. Eventually.

That's my canon run through of all three games. I keep trying to talk myself into doing a full alternate canon run, but the only game I've successfully done a different route in is DAI with my male rogue Tristan Trevelyan whose backstory was that he's a pro-mage ex-templar. That was fun to see how different things play out, but I haven't managed it for the other two.

I'd like to play DAO as a more cutthroat warden who, unlike Rose, won't go out of their way to do kind things; they'll do what they deem necessary. I'd like to do a lady warrior Hawke run with Bethany as the surviving sibling, and I've tried before but every time I hit a point where I'm like ".....I miss Carver so much" and abandon the run. Like there's always something that makes me abandon the run. I almost abandoned Tristan's run, too, but somehow I pushed through and got invested. I dunno. One day I'll put on my big girl pants and just do it.

#asks #dragon age #dao #da2 #dai #this is the first ask i've ever gotten on this blog btw you get a gold star for being first anon ⭐#actually that's technically not true- the first ask was a bot telling me there are single ladies in my area but i was not interested #but thank you for giving me the opportunity to gush a little bit about my da protags; they're funky and i love them #i've mostly talked about dao and da2 on this blog but i'd like to talk more about dai at some point #tbh i think i'm hesitant because cullen's my canon romance and i've read a lot of discourse in his tag from fans who hate him #and i'm like mmmmmmm maybe i should just *not* sksksks #like i dunno i don't believe in assuming people are bad just because they picked an option i don't like #mostly it depends on how they treat other people or if their reasonings are actually harmful that determine it for me y'know?#i enjoy reading different opinions on characters and choices because different perspectives are fun and can make you see things #in a different light. like if i say 'huh yeah okay i never thought of it that way that's neat' then you've done something right imo #but dai makes me hesitate in a way that dao and da2 don't so i don't know what that's about haha #but anyway yeah i love every excuse to talk about da ❤️#long post

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llimerrence · 8 months

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okay, so if we say: Philip is roughly 10 that means that Caleb is roughly 17

And therefore Thomasin is roughly 15 at that time

#--; also L IS my canon so that's where im getting the ages from btw #hc; || thomasin;#--; cause L has them as 7 years apart #--; so tia is somewhere between them #--; and leaning closer to the older but still not as old as him #--; but like reasonable for their time period to be discussing things such as marriage #--; so 15 is like right on that cusp of she should already be engaged and its acceptable for her to not be engaged *yet*#--; because most puritan women were married around age 23 and that was considered the average so majority would be before then #--; but yeah that also would be about when tias mom allows her to be considered an 'adult' with menstruation and stuff so #--; but like y'all marriage in puritan times was so easy #--; it was like 3 public declariations at 3 different town meetings&sign ur names on paper & a feast & then consumation #--; and sometimes u had to post a notice on the meeting house two weeks prior to signing the paper #--; tahts it #--; thats how simple a wedding was #--; the only reason cale and tia didnt was prob because both of them were just ...ew about the 'inviting the whole town to our house' thing #--; like can u imagine them going YUP. COME OVER TO THE WITCHES HOUSE FOR DINNER #--; yeaah no not a thing lmao

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jewishcissiekj · 8 months

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An AU where Asajj is a padawan in the Jedi temple AU meeting to Obi-Wan or Quinlan but SURPRISE she's SEVEN years or more younger than them.

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daincrediblegg · 2 months

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no you know what I'm going to scream about the stuff I talked about in the tags of this post publicly

I'm tired of the well-meaning "don't feel bad if your work only gets 20 notes your genius is what counts and do it for you!" bullshit. I've had a good handful of friends who have straight up DEACTIVATED in recent months because their work was not getting reblogged AT ALL. No, it wasn't from lack of not being well-liked, no it wasn't from lack of trying to make sure it was getting out there to the people they knew would engage with it. It was because no matter how much they were praised privately for their work, when push came to shove, absolutely NOBODY reblogged it and gave it the audience that it was due, and I'm tired of people shoving the "unsung genius" narrative as an excuse for it. Nothing excuses that. And the boop event really proved that.

because I know given the opportunity, indiscriminately pressing a button (sometimes 10 thousand times, as I did) is not beyond this website's capability. y'all loved doing that. and look at what it wrought. nothing but love and affection and happiness. just from a couple of quick clicks of a little paw button. sure. nobody knew who you booped but the other person (which is how likes used to work on this website, btw). there was an element of anonymity to it. but that is kind of the core of this website that no other social media platform still has: the ability to be anonymous. and hyper-curating a blog on here like you might on twitter or instagram to project an image is simply not viable. and hey. you wanna know a secret: literally nobody cares what you post or whether it goes with the "theme" of your blog or not. yeah. I know. CRAZY concept in this day and age. but literally. I myself have reblogged things that have had nothing to do with whatever I am currently fixated by and you know what happened to my follower count? not a damn thing. in fact, I actively try to reblog things specifically BECAUSE it's my friends who made them (even though I'm not always good at KEEPING UP WITH HOW MUCH THEY POST @prismatica-the-strange will NEVER GO UNRECOGNIZED by me).

And you know what fucking sucks? I have to deal with this too. surprise right? you ever wonder why I reblog fics or art I post like 20 times the day that I post them? do you ever wonder why I ask about tag lists and beg for asks all the time? IT'S BECAUSE EVEN I GET LIKE. 5 LIKES ON THE THINGS I POST. AND THE REST OF THE REBLOGS ARE MINE SO I CAN MAKE SURE THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SEE WHAT I MAKE GET TO SEE IT. and I say that knowing that I'm certainly not an unpopular blog, or an unpopular writer. I know that people love the stories that I create. Hell, half of the people that I've talked to about lady terror have told me that they consider her to be canon (AND EVEN SOME!! THOUGHT SHE WAS!!! WITHOUT EVEN HAVING WATCHED THE SHOW! WHICH IS STILL SO SO WILD TO ME!!!) But especially in the last 4 years (which really dates this phenomenon), my posts, no matter how well received they've been amongst people I've talked to about them directly, I still go into the notes and at least half (often more than half) are MY reblogs to make sure people saw what I posted. and it happens every single time, and I can't tell you how much it crushes me considering that it used to be that I would be able to post it only once, and people would reblog it sometimes even HUNDREDS of times.

It's not about popularity. it never has been. it's not about anxiety. or shifting website cultures. even if you lurk, the simple fact is, that if you want people to keep making what you love. you have to reblog. your theme won't suffer because you reblogged a fanfiction that you really admire. your posting won't be ruined because you reblogged some fanart from someone in a different fandom. really. I promise. and if people do unfollow you for that? who needs em. followers come and go but you should NEVER have to cater to them. on this website it has ALWAYS been the other way around. lean into it. make it yours. put stuff you ACTUALLY WANT to be seen and that you love and appreciate on your blog. no matter how old it is, how new it is, no matter how niche or off-theme it is.

so please. if you really want to show your appreciation for someone's work? you reblog. it's really as easy as that. check the tags. add some when you reblog if you like. but please for the love of god reblog. it's as easy as booping and even more rewarding for the people who you reblog from. if you want to let someone know that their work is genius and appreciate it? show it. reblog. then DM them if you're too nervous to say what you want to say but not in a public forum. but for christ's sake. REBLOG.

#fanfiction #fanart #reblogging #boop

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