#vwoop made stuff

[ranvwoop]

oh i forgot i just actually really like thinking abt Minecraft as a medium / Minecraft worldbuilding . All of my guys are about Minecraft as a medium

#vwoop.noises #(c)Vwoop was made in a lab and wants nothig more than to play Mnecraft with its buddies and takes its abilities to do so into its own hands #Seren lives in Effectively a LAN world only because he had to settle down /somewhere/ (To make vwoop in a lab) #But nobody here considers it a ''Server'' it's a transitional space and he hates the concept of server communities. #They will suck you in and your identity will be reshaped according to server canon. Nothing good has ever happened there. #(Singleplayer worlds also have similar risks. The only option for survival is to keep moving.) #And Cion is a big cheater <3 Cion has access to the datapacks folder and abuses this #Honourable mention to Vi who lives in the console and protoVwoop who also had meta issues about stuff like mobchildren. As an ex mobchild #But protoVwoop's issues were largely a subset of Seren's issues. He did this to them. cdrem-no-attachments-core fool #Hint: He is not doing a good job at it #I forgot. About the last two. I already have more mnecraft ocs than I thought pfft

[n-anon]

Septictober Day 2: Sharp objects/ Stomach Pain/Halloween Shopping

TW: Panic attacks, mentions of a throat slit

(Note: Takes place after SAY GOODBYE, idk when but AU where c!Jack got out of the coma maybe? Septictober prompts by @jselorekeeper)

Pumpkins made him sick. Pumpkin flavored donuts, coffee, he was feeling dizzy, almost, as he stumbled into the Halloween section, at least here he could maybe distract himself with a costume and laugh at the silly decorations. The prop knife on the wall, however, caught his eye first. Blood, dripping from a knife, not a prop. Real....Too real. His throat, burning, he wanted to scratch-get it out, get i̟t̥̳̕ out. This time of year was bad. He needed to get out-get away, run before he...."Jack? Jack!" He blinked, as the grinning face of Chase came running up to him, followed by his kid, he almost sighed in relief, as he refocused back on the costumes, glancing at a silly banana costume and he cracked a fake smile. "Oh hey Chase. How's it going?" Chase grinned, "Oh its going wonderfully, this lil goblin here wanted to buy dozens of candy bags, its only September! Plus-they have Christmas stuff out too." He listened attentively, and nodded appropriately, the knife was at the wall, and he felt the need to grab it, touch the edge....r͏͜e̷p͟e͜͠à̀͏t̶̢ what happened before. He gasped slightly as the kid tugged on his jeans and he bent down to listen, then laughed, shaking it off, he would hang around Chase for the rest of the evening, listening to the plans he had for the upcoming fall season. He didn't trust himself right now. He didn't want to be alone. Not again.

(A/N: aw look its almost wholesome lmao, anyway hope ya enjoyed, if you want to be added to the tag list as always either send me an ask or a comment down below!) Tag list: @altr114209anon @spooky-draws-stuff @randowaffle @vwoop-prince @fear-is-nameless @pyranoia @a-bnana @therealtiger77 @innocent-angel3

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #antisepticeye #septictober #c!jack #N writes

[daily-ish-syndicate-headcanons]

Hihi! ✨ here!

It's birthday week for me, so here's me projecting yesterdays activities onto the syndicate!(look up kanamaskis Nordic spa if you want more context! Long drive but holy shit my muscles are jelly!)

Ranboo obviously can't go in water, so spas aren't such a great idea for them, between the pools and the saunas, but he does very much like the massage option! He vwoops and purrs through the whole thing, that touch starved bean! They have a very nice time at the on-site bistro as well, trying all the foods and racking up a very big bill! The fund can take care of it though!

Techno spends most of his time in the hot pools. The 40 degree ones are his favourite in particular, and he nearly falls asleep in them! He does take advantage of the complimentary earplugs because he is /relaxing/ and doesn't want to hear about how your cousin hates when you come over unannounced, Karen. He also really likes the Finnish sauna and the barrel saunas, though he takes nearly the whole thing with his muscle mass. He joins ranboo at the bistro for a bite to eat and they chat a bit around the hour mark. He really likes the burger!

Phil tries the hydrotherapy circuit at first but quickly devolves into just going into each pool at random. He was the originator of the fund(2 diamonds every time you say something about yourself you wouldn't say to Michael!) and he appreciates his genius mind whilst sitting in either of the warm pools in turns, or the fire, or on the hammocks... he's just very happy to be there!(even in the cold pool! It's not too different from a lake, to be honest!

Niki just loves the whole thing. She did a bit of research and is somewhat sticking to the order of hot cold rest repeat, and she hangs out with all of her friends at some point or other, and even in groups as well! She prefers the hot pools with techno, though. In her opinion they truly don't hang out enough. She gets the cheesecake from the bistro and it's very nice, but it's mostly the atmosphere.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAR!!!!!! EVERYONE WISH THEM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLS <3

(jelly muscles are the best dude. Every time I leave roller derby practice my legs feel like jello and it feels so good lmao)

I feel like Ranboo would probably like the massage but I also feel like he would be too nervous to actually get one. Ranboo probably also contributed to half the diamond fund that you mentioned.

Techno and his earplugs is so real <3 unbothered king. He is ignoring everyone he’s having a good time. He probably contributed the second most to the fund.

Phil just being happy to be there aeueueue hes so silly <3 he would not get the whole appeal of a spa because this man is HYPERACTIVE. Like Techno is the one with ADHD but Phil is constantly moving around. Mans cannot sit still. He contributed the third most to the fund.

Niki was probably the one that made them go, she wanted to try it and she was like “you guys should come with me” and they agreed. She knows her stuff, she did her research, she’s slaying. Contributed the least to the fund. Confident queen.

again HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YIPPEEE

#daily ish syndicate headcanons #dream smp #dsmp #the syndicate #technoblade #ranboo #nihachu #philza #syndicate #✨ anon

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

vwoops love violence and killing (nondescript continuation of yesterdays protovwoop + clonevwoop)

“Set your spawn really quick,” Vwoop said, producing a bed from eir inventory and setting it down. “I, um, I need you to do something for me.”

The other Vwoop frowned, but approached the bed and took out their communicator, holding it over the bed’s NBT chip. Their communicator wasn’t as cool as Vwoop’s – it was just a solid slab, with what looked like a keyboard able to be pulled out of side. It looked like there were stickers on the backside of it, but Vwoop couldn’t make them out.

It scraped its axe against the stone of the cave wall, a little grin creeping onto its face. It waited for its cue – the beeping communicator – before taking a swing at the other axolotl. They jerked back as they could feel the displaced air from the backswing, so it wasn’t as clean as Vwoop had been hoping — that, and the fact that ey were just a smidge taller than them —, but ey made contact anyways.

It was not built with flesh in mind. It was a bit cumbersome for it, often tending to wield it similarly to some sort of club. It had even engraved “Woodchipper” across the neck in Galactic, being the first name it could think of to differentiate it from its roommate’s set of tools. Sharpness was among the other runes it had carved into the head later on, but overall it lacked efficiency.

It tore the other Vwoop’s head right from their body regardless. It popped right off as the rest of them rapidly dissolved into grey particles. They floated a short distance before dissipating.

Out of the corner of its eye Vwoop could see the other respawn, shaking out their newly reformed body. They turned to Vwoop and whined something that it didn’t care to pay attention to — it scooped up the severed head and brought it close to its face to see.

The head was a bit smaller than Vwoop’s own, that assessment was correct. It was a bit lighter. (Vwoop had handled its own head many times — for decorative purposes, mostly) The otherworldly sheen in their eyes had dissolved, just leaving two fully black, beady little things in their place. Looking up close, with Vwoop’s hands to contrast, the surface of their face looked a bit paler in comparison.

The real point of interest was their gills, which looked even worse up close. The purple colour had faded into a grey, with seemingly a blue gradient at the tips. There were indents where they must have been ripped, or maybe the fungus did indeed eat at them — Vwoop couldn’t really tell. When Vwoop ran its thumb over the left set, pieces flaked off before crumbling into the same dusty particles that their body had. It carefully picked off a strand of blue… stuff that had been wrapped around the filament, and cringed at the familiar feeling of sculk against its skin. 

The skull was pulled from its grip by its living owner, who huffed and puffed out its cheeks. The hand and the skull both disappeared, to what must’ve been their inventory. 

“Do you mind?” They asked, taking a step back from Vwoop. “Did you just steal my face?”

#and the universe said you are not alone! #I just wanted to write vwoop in its natural habitat. Decapitating #abt 500 words Yippee. I'm geting my word counts in Everybody #The lack of indents upsets me but I'm too lazy to go fix it

[thetextsystem]

master post of all our blogs. wow. you love it here . hashtag system(im p sure these are the ones that are used/made?? tbh idk) -Vyncent

@vyncent-sol (Vyncent,he/him)

@william-wisp (William, he/him)

@dakota-colestyle (Dakota, he/him)

@tricksterjrwi (Trickster/Tricky/Door, all with it/she pref)

@pebblepath wip blog..(Peter, he/him)

@chipsupersecretblog (Chip, he/him)

@ceilingstarss (Kris, they/them)

@susiezillaa (Susie, she/he/they)

@g1rln3xtd00rr (Noelle, she/her)

@fluffy-prince-ralsei (Ralsei, he/him???)

@ctomzee (Tommy, all with they/he pref)

@mysoftwings (XD, all pronouns)

@hatergirllondon (London, they/she)

@loverboycupid (Cupid/Wilbur, He/💞/love/she/heart)

@milofish (Milo/Wilbur, he/fin/sea)

@pleaseyourgodandreleasethehounds (Techo/Blade, he/him)

@daisies4cypress (Cypress/Boo, she/they/it/end/vwoop)

@clementine-innit (Clementine, she/they/moth)

@faginnits(Clem/Tommy/Tammy, she/he/dey/it/they)

@qtubzo (Tubbo/Toby, he/him)

@generatingloss (Mark, he/him)

@maris-adventures (Mari, she/her)

@plantloverbasil (Basil, he/him)

@aroaceomori (Sunny, he/they)

@xx-go-to-sleep-xx (Jeff, he/him)

@robotdotorg (Nova, any)

@nikkipurin (Nikki, she/her)

our group blogs

@ghostsareinthesewalls (cw for derealization/disassociation and stuff like that.. just a blog about that type of stuff. also being dead yk)

@top-10-in-system-polycules (ran by tom, tub, boo, and cosmo)

@sunshine-littles (ran by all of our syskids/littles.. ofc with observation)

@fnafcorez (all our fnaf fictives run this blog)

@peepedthehorror (our langblr/studyblr blog)

@qsmpslimeriana (main blog)

@texts-jukebox (music/playlists we've had on loop)

@colorcrew-but-everywhere (but everywhere blog...except its color crew)

@waterbottlerequests (request blog)

@doggoshyabouttheirteeth (kin blog)

#talking #blogs masterpost

[alliumdykes]

headcanons about goober!sailor?

or if you'd prefer treat this as a free pass to talk about headcanons for anyone on ur mind :)

i dont really think with gSailor theres headcannons but there are some things to note with moo

one) their gender, pronouns, sexuality and all that jazz is the same as mine. If i use a set of pronouns gSailor uses em’

two) gSailor is different to my fursona Sailor, as gSailor is going to have lore and stuff whilst Sailor is my fursona and vwoop is just me but a big blue cat fish

three) they might have things relating to body horror with her,i like body horror and i do talk about some gross stuff. So theres a change disc might get the fish-tongue eating isopod.

and yeah. thats kinda it tbh. Really anything thats set in stone for his lore rn is that raccoon are boat boys parent like everyone else, Charlie is its pet frog, and mrrp lives in and made Sonet

#goober smp

[beehivesystemsillys]

Hello! :3

First post, wanted to make a sorta intro!

We are an undiagnosed system, likely Osdd-1b, we don't experience amnesia! We are also Autistic and Adhd, among other things, and use things like tone tags and communication card/emojis. We are also a mobility aid (cane) user! Just some important lil side notes!

This is one of our main blogs (for personal reasons, we'd like to keep them separate and not share the other blog names, but alters go on other blogs and the system name is the same everywhere, so can't really stop that). This blog is made mostly for our system little and pet-regressor, so we'll mostly post/interact with content like that, but other alters may show up on here from time to time.

Due to severe social anxiety, we may not talk/post much, but who knows, maybe we will! :3

We'll try to stick to tagging posts appropriately so we'll use:

"#silly rambles" for posting abt/saying random stuff

"#[insert front tag/emoji] likes this post" for reblogs that certain alters rlly like or relate to

And we'll add more tags here when we make other posts and need a different tag for them.

Some other info:

We collectively go by many names, but mainly Bee and Moth. Our system name (we decided on this very recently) is the Beehive System or Beehive Mosaic (in reference to the way we view our plurality). We are also bodily a minor, so no funny business!(/silly but /srs)

The main alters that will be on here are:

Little—The system little/age-regressor.

Pronouns are: He/they/bub/plush/doodle/🍼/🧸/🫧/🔆/🩵

Uses masculine and neutral terms.

Signs off with 🍼

Pup—The system pet-regressor. Usually, puppy regressed, but sometimes other animals.

Pronouns are: He/it/they/pup/paw/kit/meow/woof/bark/wag/fluff/🐶/🐱/🐾

Uses masculine and neutral terms (or just animal terms).

Signs off with 🐾

Tism—The system's symptom holder? Unsure. Also, tbhcreaturekin sometimes. (Name seems very direct, but all of our alter names are like that. Want to clarify that we are all autistic, Tism just personifies our autistic traits and experiences them much more noticeably.)

Pronouns are: He/it/they/boing/bop/vwoop/bonk/stim/wag/yip/yippee/paw/thing/X3/🍬/🌈/🎉/♾️/🦈/🪸/🐠/🫧/🪼

Uses masculine and neutral terms.

Signs off with 🎉

Default—System host/gatekeeper and more. Basically always fronting.

Pronouns are: He/they/it and any neos/xenos

Uses mostly neutral terms, sometimes masculine terms, and rarely feminine terms.

Signs off with 👍

Those are the main ones, but others that may pop in are:

Scene Qween—Unsure what they do, but very silly and Scene. Has a couple of typing quirks that may be hard to read (Stuff l1k3 th1z).

Pronouns are: She/he/they/it/Rawr/XD/X3/:3/:D/X]/:]/X0/:0/xe/nyan/kandi/🌈/🎶/💜

Uses mainly neutral terms, but fine with any.

Signs off with 🎵

Neon—Also unsure what they do. They just sensory seek a lot (bright stuff, loud stuff, etc).

Pronouns are: They/it/neon/bright/glow/rainbow/💖/🩷/❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/🩵/💜/💫/⭐️/🛸/🦋/🪼/🫧/🩻/🎉/🎨/🚦/🌈/🍭/🛼

Uses neutral terms.

Signs off with 🌈

Plush—Fragment? Really loves plushies and collecting.

Pronouns are uncertain for now, so either they/them or just use their name.

Unsure on terms, use neutral for now.

Signs off with 🧸

Sunny—System Caretaker.

Pronouns are: She/they/sunshine/honey/fun/🔆/🌻 (Mainly she/her tho)

Uses feminine terms.

Signs off with ☀️

Toony—Unsure of role, but cartoonkin.

Pronouns are: He/it/they/boom/whizz/toon/cartoon/silly/boing/bonk/💥/✨️/🎉/❗️

Uses masculine and neutral terms.

Signs off with 💥

Weirdkin—Nonhuman alter? Weirdcore-creaturekin. Has typing quirk (l1k3 s0)

Pronouns are: It/thing/that thing/that/creature/odd/eye/tooth/👁/🦷/they/he

Uses mainly neutral and nonhuman terms, but is fine with masculine aswell.

Signs off with 👁

Anyways, that should cover most info but we may update/redo this later! Anyways, remember to be nice and have fun! :D

#intro post #sys intro #system intro #first post #sfw agere #sfw petre

[daisies4cypress]

hello! my names cypress(or boo if you Reaally wana call me that.. but its really only reserved for close friends and family.)

i use she/they (& sometimes he) alongside vwoop/vwoopself and end/endself :}. i mainly identify as a woman but have my moments!

im a fictive(obviously of cranboo from the dsmp) but im pretty source neutral but do expect a lot of stuff relating to my source!

i like and follow from @laiosbignaturals (usually its @/boosfer but our current host changed it sooo...) and you should read the pinned over there for my DNI and such!

pfp by @/corpsings

header by @/hopbooz!

song in header 🎧

ive existed for about 2 years now as an alter and have been one of our hosts multiple times before :} right now im just here whenever haha

i really like lauvey, faye webster, beabadoobee, kimya dawson, and lemon demon.

im a HUGE sucker for spring and fall! i also like summer and winter but i dont do well with extremes in temperature(especially the heat T_T.)

i dont really swear a lot but i still do, so please keep that in mind!

i love tea or just any warm drink!

nonfandom intrests are cats, flowers, art, space, and bugs.

media intrests are undertale/deltarune, laikas comet, minecraft, and nitw! (i dont really count dsmp because its more so just my source)

uhmm yeah! i hope you would follow me <3 ill try to post/queue posts on here when i remember but i usually post on our main lol

my playlists :3

@/sweetpeauserboxes and @/inclusysboxes for the userboxes! @/saradika made the divider<3 :}

#fictive intro #intro #fictive #cypress.txt #Spotify

[memorybooks]

do not go mining do not isn’t it like your first night staying permanently in snowchester GO SLEEP NEXT TO UR HUSBAND RANBOO GO READ UR CHILD A BEDTIME STORY YOU CAN DO MORE WORK TMRW

OKAY I GET IT GUYS I WONT GO MINING

#particles #vwoops #but hear me out here okay just #dont TELL tubbo im serious about this one dont tell him or anyone #everyone calls us husbands but we never got like actually married so i guess that makes us fiances? #and i kind of made our rings really simple theyre just like. gold #but if i go mining and find a diamond or an emerald thats good enough for a ring i was thinking of like #making him a better ring and i know we joke about him only marrying me because im rich and stuff but #ive been thinking about making a better ring because i didnt know how to make jewelry when i made it

[chrisrin]

The Infinity AU

hello hermitcraft enjoyers! i am here dropping some work i’ve begun doing on an AU idea. i am warning you all, i am not a writer and this is not what i typically do so I apologize for any of my mistakes. 

it still needs to get fleshed out a lot, so i’m very open to ideas/asks about it to get the ol’ brain going. 

Here’s the context/basic overview:

Do you remember the Infinity Snapshot? If not, I’ll give you a rundown. It was a 1.16 snapshot made as an April Fools joke. It allowed you to use a specific bookshelf to get books that could be thrown into a portal to make it transport you to a completely new and randomized dimension. Every dimension was different, and all of them were weird and absurd twists on regular Minecraft. The blocks would sometimes be different, the mobs would be different, etc. It was a very wildly fun “update”.

This AU revolves around that Snapshot. The idea that somehow, in some way (maybe by the demands of some certain... Watchers) this snapshot snuck its way into Hermitcraft. These books started appearing around various places. In this “section” of the AU, we follow Doc, Ren, Grian, and Impulse. Doc comes across one of these books and it’s written in this scrawling Galactic text. Grian is the closest person Doc knows who can read Galactic fluently, so he goes to find him. After they have a brief discussion, they decide to go find Xisuma and ask him about the books. The two of them do a thorough days-long investigation and find X to be completely missing from the server. Even after talking to the other Hermits, it’s concluded that X has vanished. Somehow (I’m not sure how yet), Grian, Impulse, Doc, and Ren figure out that the books can be used on portals, and find themselves heading through to the other side, hoping that whatever they might come across will lead back where Xisuma is.

I have other ideas swimming around, but that’s all the context you need for this little blip of writing! Again, as a warning, I’m not really a writer so this isn’t my specialty. BUT, I do want to make art concepts for this AU in the future. Anyways, enjoy my stuff: 

Impulse’s vision blurs as the world around him shifts. With portals that enter the Nether or End, the transition would feel smooth. A clear gradient from one atmosphere to another, never too abrupt to feel uncomfortable. This was a very different feeling. The air itself felt like static, glitching and spiking into sensations on his skin. One second, it was hot and the next it was below freezing. His being felt disjointed and awkward, too fluid but simultaneously too stiff. It was paradoxical and wrong. And it all happened a split second too soon when suddenly he was sent flying out the other side, landing face-first into a floor of blue sand. 

Impulse let out a low wince as he raised and rubbed his head. He heard the collective groan of the others around him, a final vwoop of the portal as Ren was the last to stumble through. The blue sand… or maybe it was concrete? No, he knew this texture. It was definitely sand. Too fine to be the powdered concrete material he was familiar with. The hue was a deep indigo blue and seemed repelled by his skin. Sand would normally get in all the wrong places and stick like hell, but this stuff acted like it was eager to get off his body. Impulse came to his feet, his vision was still swimming a bit but he was able to glance at his surroundings. They had come out from the portal into a cave, lit wall-to-wall by cracks of shining silver veins. The cavern itself was fairly small and narrow, forking off into split paths. He didn’t see a way up in view.

“Is everyone alright?” Impulse asked, turning towards the other three. 

“Yeah, everything is fine here.” Doc replied, brushing himself off as he stood. Similar nods and noises of approval came from both Ren and Grian.

“Where are we?” said Grian, he wandered over towards the cave’s wall and gently touched the shining veins, “this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen before.”

Doc hummed thoughtfully, “It seems like that book took us to some new realm. Like another version of the Nether or End. We did come through a portal, and the portal’s color was different after we tossed the book into it. Maybe that had something to do with it?”

“That might be true, but I hadn’t heard a single word about a new realm or anything like that in development.” Impulse remarked, “And I’m sure X would’ve said something before any sort of server update. Surely he must’ve activated something? Maybe he loaded in some sort of modpack without realizing it?” 

Out of the corner of Impulse’s eye, he watched as Ren pulled up his communicator and tapped on the screen, “Uh, guys- I think we might have a problem.” He tapped the screen with a bit more concern, “Are your communicators also busted? I was sure to charge mine before we went in.” 

The three others pulled up their devices, all of them showed a black screen.

Grian, with a bit of a concern edged in his voice, turned back towards the portal, “Guys… I think we should get out of here as soon as possib--”

His voice was interrupted by the ear-splitting sound of glass breaking. It sounded distorted and warped, but it was still a sound they were all familiar with.

The portal had shattered. 

#hermitcraft #infinity au #chris talks #ive never done something like this before #i dont know how to tag it LOL #hermitcraft au #mcyt

[solargeist]

pog!

(these were made on my notepad app and i haven't proofread them, i also am dyslexic so ignore any errors please SGSHJGHSJ)

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osmp hcs

all chars are osmp characters unless i specify otherwise. also i don't refer to them as like phantombur n stuff ij ust use their names

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tommy has a slingshot he made on the first day of the smp, he carries it around everywhere and loves shooting people with moss balls. it's rlly annoying and everyone hates him for it

tommy is actually very unaware of how to . do anything in an osmp setting, he can't sew whatsoever, most foods that are simple can't even be ate by him, so he often relies on phil or wilbur to make things for him

tubbo, however, is fully self functioning, everything he owns or uses is mostly made by him. he likes to tease tommy about this "haha L can't even make bread L!!!! L!!!!"

tubbo made his own gogles, glass and all, and nobody knows how he did it?? he doesn't even remember making them but nobody else makes goggles and his initials are engraved so he just assumes he made them

you can tell when ranboo is within likke 30 feet because he uncontrollably vwoops without noticing. imagine somebody just broke into your house and you just hear a faint "vwoop vwoop" coming from outside your bedroon door

the reason why tommy can't fly is bc when he was like 5 he cut off the parts of the feathers that you need for flying. and nobody noticed. he could fly (somewhat) before that but now he forever can't :[

wilbur likes making random holes in the ground while phasing, and putting lava in them, most of the time it's underneath peoples houses to annoy them.

tommy can go for days without eating anything but moss. he just gets too lazy to go scavenge for ACTUAL food so like 2/5 of his body is moss /hj

ranboo has rlly good eyesight, he can see in the dark for abnout like 25ish feet and can see for long distances

wilbur was an elytrian b4 he died n became a phantom

its rlly long sory!!

-origins anon :D

WAHH I LIKE THESE, Tommy with a slingshot is so good its fueling my LOZ ideas for him adjgkadkj BUT I WANT HIM TO BE ABLE TO FLY he's just a late bloomer... he'll get it one day !!

#ask #o!tommy not being able to do SHIT while d!tommy does everything for himself

[ranvwoop]

👁️🎂🌙🙈 🏊 🎭 💧❤️ 💚for Serena please.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :D. This is okay this makes sense. They have the same name pretty much </33 They are a fork of the same mnecraft skin, nearly, except Sea transcended mnecraft and became real and Seren did not. He also became emo. And, uh, I guess on principle transed their gender.

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

Seren has brown eyes because I think they’re pretty. I have too many brown eyed ocs but like… brown eyes. (Serena, in fact, has green eyes, because I thought they were pretty when I made her. They were both at one point self representations. My eyes are blue . the grass is always greener. etc.) (Neither are sonas anymore but when they were just mnecraft skins o7).

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

I’ve not given him one!! I do not think he likes celebrating it anymore because they are a sad sad man. Birthdays are a social activity and he doesn’t have many friends.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

They want their kid/sibling/CVwoop back :(. Far enough for what he believes is necromancy and then obsessive guardianship to the point that it drives it away again, but, well, he’s sort of at a loss now! In general they are very driven. Pre-Incidents (™), he wanted nothing more than studying modded phenomenon and getting his hands on powerful magic artifacts :D. He also sort of wants the power that comes with this, I have a few like, concepts w/ mods and stuff, but….. You know, a normal amount of powerhungry.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

He does NOT have control of the situation. He has never had control of the situation. He was absolutely winging it when he was an explorer and he’s winging it now. He is not admitting this. He’s a bit of a conman these days, which relies on having all of the cards, anyways. Everything is under control (“this is fine” dog meme).

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

They can! I think he’s okay at swimming. Nothing special. He would take Vwoop (water type) swimming, probably. He doesn’t like ocean expeditions. Ocean creatures are scary, actually. 

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

He’s pretty straightforward, aside from working (Unethical Customer Service Voice). He views individual people in different ways but not necessarily as, like, a class of people. I think he is more pleasant around strangers though. He wants the lasting impression to be that he is, at least, Pretty Cool and Impressive.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Hmmmm . He is kind of an angstfest as is because he is the inciting incident for another character and really just refuses to heal from these incidents. He’s still trying to peddle the prototypes for recreating his once-again-lost kid figure in a lab (marketed as Exotic Pets, mostly under the guise of “animal! But Ender! Rare! Wow.”. Most of them are dangerous. They require a waiver to be signed. He is truly the unethical breeder that one has warned you about). That’s kind of depressing.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

HMM. Unsure. He is not really in contact with a lot of people for long </3. Acts of service, probably.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

He likes the outdoors. It’s comforting to just be around outside, especially in the outskirts of servers where there is nothing except terrain and the occasional structure. They just want to go on little adventures. Tender moment by a campfire type of guy, probably.

#vwoop.oc #That tag is full of old art probably. It's fine .. .. ..... #mairen #THANK YOU FOR THE ENRICHMENT ON BRAIN GUYS. He is in my brain . he is sad #thank you for giving me the enrichment!! wwhen the ocs. I've been thinking of them soo much. #Ah. Seren uses they/he :thumbsup: I switch between them

[n-anon]

Gone

(TW: Lost Memories, crying, mentions of blood, bandages, stitches) Description: Deja Vu

Beep. Beep. He rubbed the wound on his arm, as it was itching, in the background he heard the monitors going off, a heart monitor letting out steady beeps. He took a shaky breath, getting lost in the rhythm. Beep. Beep. He grabbed a magazine nearby and his vision blurred, tears falling onto the paper. Why was he crying? Were the beeps louder? A copper taste formed on his tongue as he licked his suddenly dried lips Beep. Beep. "Why are you crying?" A small voice asked, he turned, meeting the eyes of a small kid, innocent, alone. A reminder. Of what? The static fogged his brain and he rubbed his eyes, blinking, familiar blue eyes stared back from the mirror across the way. They were red from the tears. Beep. Beep. 'It feels like I lost a friend' The words left unsaid in his mind, echoing, but he couldn't remember. Why? Why? Why? He turned back to look at the kid and smiled sadly, his reply flat and simply made, ending right as the monitor in the background made its final beep. Beep...Beep......beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.... "I have no idea."

(A/N: And c!Jack is no longer here. HE DED FAM 😭😭😭anyway this is a sort of send-off, I will write him as a one-off here and there, but from now on-canon wise at least, rip my guy, you were great.) Tag List: @pyranoia @altr114209anon @spooky-draws-stuff @a-bnana @vwoop-prince @innocent-angel3 @randowaffle @fear-is-nameless @therealtiger77 @heely3feely @roesavalonsigma

#chase brody #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #c!jack #N writes #jse egos

[secretlyblue12]

day 11: Mineshaft

I'm starting to run out of ideas of what to type before fics so oof XD This one's more lee ranboo because,,, why not

Ranboo wasn’t doing well, anyone would be able to tell that just by looking at the hybrid. He wasn’t taking care of himself, had dirt and soot all over him from his nonstop mining, and bags beneath his eyes where he refused to take a break even to sleep. Phil knew he would have to step in eventually, though he had been holding on hope that Ranboo would know his own limits, so when he saw Ranboo come back to mend his pickaxe, he stopped him.

“Hey, Ranboo can I talk to you for a second?” He asked, trying to come off nonchalant, but Ranboo didn’t pay him much mind.

“Can it wait, I found a new cave I was wanting to explore but needed to just pop in real quick so my stuff didn’t break. If it’s important you can send me a message on our communicator and-”

Phil stopped him before he could brush him off entirely. “It’s actually, um, well you’ve been mining a lot and I wanted to know when the last time you slept was.”

Ranboo paused, turning to look at the birdman with a confused look in his eyes. “W-what?”

“That last time you slept or ate a meal somewhere other than underground?” He pushed, not dropping the topic even when Ranboo shifted uncomfortably on his feet and tried to stutter out an excuse.

“I-I haven’t been tired. And I’m fine to eat while mining, it doesn’t bother me.” He said, confirming exactly what Phil had already known.

With a heavy sigh Phil made a decision he hadn’t wanted to need to. “You’re not going back out to the mines until you sleep in your bed for a full night and eat something in the house. You can’t push yourself like this, mate, it isn’t healthy.” He wasn’t surprised when Ranboo protested either, mumbling something about being independent and how he could take care of himself. Phil raised an eyebrow to that, “Like you have been? A strong wind could blow you over Ranboo. Come on, I’ll make you something and then you can go to bed.”

Ranboo didn’t follow Phil when he started to walk over to the house though, and the man had to do a double-take to realize that Ranboo was standing in the middle of the snow pouting at him.

With a sigh, he walked back over, grabbing Ranboo’s wrist and walking both of them to the door, only a little surprised with how Ranboo was whining and trying to pull his hand free. It was obvious he was tired, and that had been affecting his mood recently. Phil had been a parent to three kids, he knew all about how important naps and proper rest and meals were, so none of Ranboo’s complaints landed too hard. He had heard them a thousand times over when Tommy had gone through a phase of refusing to shower or brush out his tail.

They made it inside, and Ranboo had stopped talking or looking anywhere near Phil altogether. Oh, the silent treatment then.

Phil put on some soup to heat up, leaving Ranboo to sulk in the doorway. The fact he hadn’t tried to leave was a blessing in and of itself. He waited for it to heat up before setting the bowl on the table and giving Ranboo an expectant look.

The lanky hybrid just huffed, looking to the other side of the room.

Two could play that game then, Phil decided with a devious plan. He’d just start pulling out tactics he used on Wilbur and Tommy growing up, both of them had a stubborn streak a mile long, and he could get those two to cave then he was sure it would work on a fussy enderman.

“You know, I was thinking about going mining myself, but the longer you make us sit here the longer it’ll be before I can go.” He said, pretending to sound more annoyed than amused.

Ranboo’s head whipped around to look at him, his mouth opening and closing as he debated if staying so obstinate was worth it. Just as Phil expected, the hybrid let out a grumbled ‘vwoop’ and a string of frustrated chirps before mumbling out “Why do you get to go mining and I don’t! That’s not fair.”

“I get to mine because I come home and take care of myself,” he said, crossing his arms and waiting to see what Ranboo’s next move would be.

He shuffled on his feet, fidgeting a bit with his hands before shaking his head. “I take care of myself too, you’re just- you- that’s not fair.”

“Maybe I’ll just go mining now, then,” Phil said, another memory popping up in his head. Tommy had always needed an extra push before he caved in, and the memory stuck out in his mind. “And you’ll have to sit here while I go mine all by myself, and you won’t be able to leave until you can show me you’re taking care of yourself.

Ranboo huffed again, not looking at Phil as the man snuck closer and closer. “I know just what I want to mine, too. I can see it right in front of me.”

The hybrids ears twitched, and Phil watched confusion spread across his face. “What? That doesn’t even make sense, how can you see it if we’re in the house?” He looked over to Phil, who was standing in front of him now, “Phil?”

Mm,” The older hummed, raising his hands so he was ready to dig into Ranboo’s ribs any second, “Yep, I’m going to go mining right here, Maybe I’ll find some bullshit? Or where you got that attitude from.”

He sprung before Ranboo could make sense of his words, digging his fingers in between the bones and laughing when Ranboo immediately crumbled under his hands. “Ah! I- Wahait. Thahat’s not mihihining Phihil! Youhu’re tihickling me!”

Phil chuckled evilly, “Oh, does it? This is a serious mining mission, I don’t know why you would be laughing at me. Should I be mining for laughter instead if you think it tickles?”

Phil moved a bit higher up, listening carefully to the shifts in Ranboo’s laugh from cackles to higher-pitched giggles and chirps. “I see, here we have squeaky laughter. I think I’ll want to stock up on some of that.” He said, keeping at the spot just to watch Ranboo’s knees start to buckle under him. He wasn’t sure if it was because the enderman hybrid was just really ticklish, or if it was just another sign of how little he had been taking care of himself.

Ranboo, on the other hand, was going mad. The feelings were spreading all throughout his body, sending tingles and particles everywhere. He couldn’t even find the strength to push Phil’s hands away. When he realized how heavily he was leaning on the other just to say standing, he knew he was screwed, but he didn’t want to give up yet. He grabbed onto Phil’s wrists, though he couldn’t push them away. Just having them in his grasp felt comforting in a way, as if he had some control over the current situation.

Phil only stayed there until it seemed like Ranboo was getting used to the touch, his laugher getting more relaxed the longer it went on, then he moved them down to squeeze at his hips. It was a bad spot for both Tommy and Wilbur, and while it was a good one for Ranboo it wasn’t as intense as his ribs.

Ranboo folded in two, putting his head in the crook of Phil’s neck and trying to muffle his squeaky cackles. “This is a good spot too, then. Hmm, I’ll only need a little bit of these and I should be good to look for something else.” He said. He could feel how Ranboo was starting to fall and didn’t want to over do it.

He kept at it until Ranboo started shaking his head, before moving his hands upward once again, past his ribs and to the hybrids neck, making soft and sleepy giggles take over as he fluttered his fingers gently across the sensitive skin. “This is a nice spot though,” he said, more so to himself than with the intention to tease Ranboo anymore. He could feel the taller melting into him, and decided to wrap it up nicely with gentle back tickles that would turn into him just rubbing the enderman’s back.

He kept at it until Ranboo pulled away, a hand fisting at his eye sleepily.

Phil pulled him over to the table, sitting him down on shaky legs and pushing the now cooled soup closer to him. “That was a successful mining trip if I do say so myself. Eat, then go to bed, you can mine again tomorrow if you really have to, but don’t think I won’t go back for a second trip if you pull things like this again.”

Ranboo blushed, particles buzzing around his head as he picked up the spoon. “Fine,” he mumbled half-heartedly.

Phil stayed to make sure he got into bed, okay, not letting him crash on the couch, and practically carried him next door to his own house to get a proper night’s rest. He turned out the light, Ranboo having fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, and smiled to himself. At least he knew that tactic would still work, though he might have to bring it back for Tommy and Wilbur at some point if they kept their nonsense up.

#mcytickletober #tickle fic #tickling #tickletober #day 11 #lee!ranboo #ler!philza #blue's fic

[dsmp-agere-stuff]

Hello Jade ! it’s 🍒 again but could you write little!ranboo with cgs!tubbo and tommy? for plot maybe ranboo has been stressed with syndicate meetings, but when he wakes up regressed he’s confused because he’s never done it before. he becomes overwhelmed and scared so he gets tubbo. tubbo understands but has never been a cg so he calls tommy (tommy has been a cg to wilbur before) so tommy comes over, him and tubbo take care of ranboo. maybe they play hide and seek / tubbo carrying ranboo thanks!

Sorry this took me a while to get to!! It came out a lot more angsty than usual, so- beware of that.

Tw: described panic attack that ends after ——, Shame about regression, believing you aren’t deserving to regress

Ranboo rolled over in his bed and stuffed his face into the pillow, shaking his head some to burrow it in more. He pulled his blanket closer and hummed into whatever was in his arms. He whined when a piston went off somewhere and burrowed his face into the thing he was holding, which was a grass plush. He looked up once the sound was over and carefully got up, trying to find something to eat, but wobbled too much to get all the way to the fridge. He just sat down on the floor and whined to himself, going to bite his nails. He looked around for something to get, too tired, he thought, to really think. Which meant he couldn’t do anything, which sucked. He knew he had stuff to do today! He had meetings!! He had to tell Techno that Quackity was being mean!! He wasn’t supposed to be tired now!

Ranboo rubbed at his face with his sleeves to try and get the water off his face, staying on the ground as he got a message from his little communicator.

Tubbo. Tubbo was supposed to- Tubbo-

Ranboo’s Brain was far too foggy to read and he was absolutely not telling Tubbo about this of all things. So, he just slid it to the side and went from chewing on his nails to sucking on his thumb, trying to calm himself down about the meeting by reasoning with himself, which was usually the opposite of what actually happened, like this time, where he just catastrophized himself into a corner.

His communicator was an awful background noise to the whole thing as he finally got the energy to get up and start pacing around, still wobbly but needing to move in some way. He almost tripped so many times but he managed.

——

Someone knocked on the door and opened it anyway, “Why’re you ignoring me!” Tubbo joked as he knocked on the ladder downstairs, expecting Ranboo to be busy.

Ranboo let out a little whimper, shaking his head out of guilt, not getting that Tubbo was joking.

Tubbo heard the noise and ran upstairs with a laugh until he saw Ranboo and paused, “yo. You okay boss man?”

Ranboo shook his head and messed with his clothes, still pacing.

“Hey, hey.” Tubbo walked closer to him, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”

Ranboo shook his head again and rubbed at his face with his sleeves.

“Tissues?” Tubbo guessed.

“Nooo!” Ranboo Drew out in almost another whine, then looked down in what seemed like shame, still walking.

Tubbo rolled his eyes, “work with me dude.”

Ranboo made a softer version of aggressive noises he could make, still tearing up.

Tubbo sighed, “I’m calling Tommy, okay? Let’s get you to sit down, okay?”

Ranboo shook his head more.

Tubbo glanced at the block on Ranboo’s bed, “just mess with your blocks, man. I have to talk to Tommy.” Tubbo sent Tommy a message about it.

Ranboo begrudgingly went and grabbed the block, stuffing his face in it again. He continued to pace, holding the plush as tight as he could. He couldn’t remember where he got the plush from but he didn’t care, it was making him think a bit less and that helped.

Tubbo came out from the corner of the room and went over to Ranboo, “Hey, Ranboo, are you little?” He asked softly, trying to not be too alarming in case Tommy was right.

Ranboo just looked confused and shook his head, not even looking Tubbo’s way. Tubbo huffed and continued to text Tommy, “Tommy’s gonna come over to check on you, okay? He knows mental health stuff better than most of us, sadly.” Tubbo shrugged and went to the corner again

Tubbo looked around the room while Ranboo started to rock himself in place, singing to himself in light little noises.

Tommy eventually ran in and was clearly holding in his usual yells, “alright, what is this then?” He exaggerated his accent to try to cheer Ranboo up, maybe.

Tubbo sighed, “Ranboo’s being a downer- more than usual.”

Tommy watched Ranboo for a moment, then went over and tilted his head, “you scared, big man?”

Ranboo immediately shook his head and bit onto the plush, looking away from Tommy.

Tommy took a step back, “hey, hey, it’s fine.” Tommy turned to Tubbo, “he is *so* little. Tubbo, he’s literally babbling.”

Tubbo shrugged, “hey, I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s your husband!”

Tubbo sighed, “yeah, but you kinda need to tell me what to do ta- ya know- deal with it??”

Tommy rolled his eyes and shrugged, “I mean you have a kid right?”

Ranboo finally let out a little vwoop, glaring at the two’s heads.

“Sorry.” Tubbo mumbled.

“Just treat him like any other kid.” Tommy suggested.

Tubbo nodded confusedly and walked over to Ranboo, not looking up at Ranboo, “hey, big man, let’s sit on the ground, okay?”

Ranboo glanced down then carefully sat down, pulling his legs close to himself.

Tubbo smiled and laid on the ground, “you have no clue what being little is, huh?”

Ranboo shook his head.

“Well, neither do I. Tommy!” Tubbo got up and gestured for Tommy to sit down.

Tommy gave Tubbo a face then sat down in front of Ranboo. “Fine, fine.”

Tubbo smiled, “I’ll go get us food.”

Tommy and Ranboo just sat near each other for a bit, until Tommy spoke up, “sooo- regression.”

Ranboo mumbled something against the plush.

Tommy sighed and set his bag to the side and started unpacking it, “what’s a good way to phrase this... okay, okay, so you know how like, we all cope with the ssstuff that happened on the smp. The usually coping method is you know making a new country. Wonder what that says about Karl... anyway! A probably like- better one is what you’re doing, which is called, you guessed it, age regression!”

Ranboo was too tired to guess anything, trying to find a comfy spot to sit, but the floor was stone so that wasn’t happening.

“It’s like- you feel like a kid and you act like one? And it helps?” Tommy scrunched up his face, then shrugged, “Wilbur did it before... you know and like. It did calm him down some. He was really fun too, like how a puppy is fun for like the first 10 minutes, but drag it out for- I don’t know? An hour? Who cares, you get what I’m saying.”

Ranboo has absolutely no clue what Tommy was saying and just nodded, scooting closer for comfort.

Tommy rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and got close enough for Ranboo to lean on him, which he did. Tubbo came up with a bunch of crackers and things to go with it, “yooo?”

Tommy shrugged with his free shoulder and held out his hands for the food.

Tubbo set the plate in front of the two.

Tommy looked over at Ranboo, “we should get you regression things.”

Ranboo shook his head, “no nee’.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “do.”

“No”

“You do.”

“M-m.”

“Ranboooo, come on, big man. You can’t tear your plushies to shreds.”

Ranboo pulled his mouth far away from where he was biting it, pouting and whining.

Tommy snorted, “you know I’m right.”

Ranboo shook his head, “won’ b’ b’b.”

“Huh.” Tubbo asked mid bite.

“You’re almost definitely going to be a baby again. We should be prepared for that, at least a little bit, you know?”

Ranboo stuffed his face in the plush again, “nooooo-“

Tommy huffed, “why not?”

“Go’a ‘tay biiig!” Ranboo bounced on of his legs.

Tommy shrugged, “you really don’t have to. Tubbo and I and like- your other friends can help watch you whenever.”

“Listen, if it helps you, poggers man.”

Ranboo made a loud screech and threw his plush to the wall, then ran over to his bed, getting on it and hiding under the blanket.

Tommy and Tubbo both stopped mid everything and watched Ranboo, confused as to why he was suddenly so agressive.

Tubbo took the grass plush and set it next to Ranboo on the bed. Ranboo got out of the blanket to take it and put the blanket back over. Tubbo sat in that spot and gently laughed as Ranboo immediately hugged him around the stomach. Tommy sighed and went over to the other side of Ranboo’s bed, “we’ll talk about it when you’re big. For now... how old you feel, big man?”

Ranboo shrugged and hugged Tommy’s arm, trying to hug both and the plush. Tommy messed up Ranboo’s hair, “you seem like a tiny little toddler.”

Tubbo smiled and rubbed Ranboo’s ring, “sooo, just about carrying age?”

Ranboo very audibly gasped and held his arms out.

Tubbo snorted, picking Ranboo up carefully, “there we go.”

Ranboo was immediately almost bouncing out of Tubbo’s grip out of joy. He babbled and vwooped out something neither one of them knew, but both cooed at the cute noise.

Ranboo kept babbling, pointing at things and telling them about whatever he felt like, trying to gesture to further elaborate, but at some point Tommy gave him a rattle (made from a little jar, beads, and a stick) and Ranboo gave up trying to make sense in favor of making as much noise as he could. Tubbo tried to respond as well as possible. Ranboo just enjoyed them both listening, almost talking himself back to sleep.

Tommy helped get Ranboo back in bed, “now I’m gonna get you more little toys, got it?”

Ranboo let out a good whine before shoving his face back into the grass plush.

Tubbo sighed and pet Ranboo, “you cool with me staying here?”

Ranboo nodded and gestured to Tommy with his shoulder, still nodding.

Tubbo took a breath, “we’ll be downstairs if you need anything. I’ll send Enderchest up.”

Ranboo let out a happy vwoop before genuinely trying to sleep.

“Night big man.” Tommy mumbled.

Tubbo pet Ranboo more, “Night, Ranboo. Love you.”

#agere tubbo #agere ranboo #agere tommyinnit #agere mcyt #little!ranboo #cg!tubbo #cg!tommyinnit #agere dsmp #jade writes

[downywrites]

There is literally no Lee!Slimecicle stuff and I am literally starving for Lee!Slimecicle. Maybe Charlie gets himself into a sticky situation? And any ler or lers of your choice are tired of the puns and wreck him? Thank you, I love your work!

Yes. Bird has something for you.

Lol I lost motivation halfway through this I am so sorry lmao APs are kicking my ass

The sound of pickaxe slamming into stone could get monotonous. The echoing ring of the iron bounced back and forth through the narrow space. Small pants of exertion could be heard from the miners, the only source of steady light flickering dangerously within the torch-powered lamp. The smell of sweat permeated the air, a scent that made Slimecicle scrunch up his nose distastefully. “Ew.” “What’s ew, big man?”

He barely glanced at the owner of the voice. “Tubbo, mine your own business.” A small sound of goat-like annoyance greeted his ears moments later. “Seriously, that’s the 10th pun. Dude, stop already.” The man ignored him, focusing on a small piece of ore that he found below his feet. He grunted quietly, feeling the strain of his muscles increase incrementally as he swung. With one final ‘crack’, the ore beneath his feet gave way. A large hole gaped beneath the ore he was standing on. With a start, he grabbed at the smooth stone desperately as he slipped into the hole of his own making.

Panicked eyes locked with squarish pupils. “Tubbo, get the others-” Tubbo smirked, a menacing look flickering across his face. His tail wagged softly as he crept towards his prey. “...T-Tubbo?” “You know, your puns have been getting to me a little more lately.” He neared his hands, gingerly pushing at a few fingers. Slime shook his head, hair bouncing slightly as he moved. Small little ‘nonono’s’ escaped his mouth as the goat pushed his fingers off, one by one. “You d-don’t have to do this…” A sneer. “Yeah, sorry. I think I do. Besides….” He gently pushed the man off the block he was holding onto. “You don’t take fall damage.”

Slime’s scream of fear slowly decreased in loudness. The only sign that Tubbo heard him at all was a single twitch of his ear. Grinning like a child in a candy store, he turned around swiftly, clapping his hands as to clean off the coal dust from his hoof-hands. Slime closed his eyes, wind whistling loudly in his ears. He braced himself for a painful landing, curling up into a ball. The sensation of something squishy stopped his fall abruptly. “What?” He opened one eye, then the other. He glanced around in confusion, placing his hands down on the gooey surface curiously. “Did I…?” He gasped quietly. “Oh no. Uhhh...Tubbo?” Pulling at his hands and his relatively-enveloped legs, he struggled to escape the sticky gel. “I got stuck on my brand!” Tubbo’s voice reverberated off the walls as he replied. “You got stuck on a slime, big S? Don’t worry! I’ll get you some...er...help!”

“Why did you hesitate on help?” A minute fluffy head popped out of the hole above him. The sight of blocks around the boy being mined made him sigh in relief. Ranboo and Tommy waved down at him. “Yo, Slime! We’ll help you, hold on a sec!” The winged boy hopped off the platform, gliding down in a tight circle. Ranboo glanced at Tubbo for a moment. “Hold on.” He scooped his platonic husband up in a hold that could remind a pet owner of a dog being cuddled to their owner’s chest. In a burst of allium-colored particles, he disappeared with a ‘vwoop’. Ranboo reappeared in front of the mass of slime. A small shriek of surprise greeted the enderman. “Dude, you can’t just teleport in front of me! I thought you were going to… ender me.” Slime winked, pushing up his glasses with his shoulder awkwardly.

A pair of blank looks greeted the comedian. “Uhh...tough crowd?” Tubbo stepped on the slimy substance, flicking his hooves when he got stuck for a moment. “The only reason this slime got you is because of your hybrid traits, you know. And you’ve made one pun too many.” His eyes glanced back at his husband, who looked back at him in mismatched confusion. “You know, I always wanted to know just how sensitive a smile hybrid is.” His eyes widened. “Tubbo, nonononono-” The goat hybrid sat to the side of him, ears twitching in amusement. Slimecicle himself was not as amused. He sputtered out protests and apologies. “Plehease, don’t! Ihi’m s-sorry, dohohon’t!” A single finger traced his neck slowly. Even the slightest of sensations sent the poor man into a fit of giggles. The added feeling of helplessness didn’t help him tamp down the swirl of butterflies in his stomach. He shook his head and scrunched his shoulders up, trying to escape Tubbo’s hand.

“That’s a pretty big reaction. Does the slime make you more ticklish or something, big man?” He fluttered more of his fingers over the nape of his neck, relishing in the small shivers he felt from his ministrations. Ranboo, not wanting to leave Tubbo hanging, climbed slowly onto the mass, wincing whenever gel smeared on his suit. He sat on the other side of Slimecicle, carefully kneading at his side with a single hand. The slime hybrid leaned away from the sensation at his side, giggling loudly. “Nohoho! Ihihi sahahaid Ihihi’m sohohorry!” “Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore, Slimy~ Now you have to pay in laughter!”

Tubbo shifted his focus from his neck to his other side, dragging his fingers over his clothed sides. Slime’s giggles climbed an octave, getting slightly more high-pitched as Tubbo roamed higher. “Oh? Are your sides a wee bit ticklish? Kitchy kitchy coo!” The man turned his head away from the goat, squeaking out a quiet protest. Ranboo awwed at the sound, tilting his head and letting his dual-toned hair cascade down on one side. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly as to not disturb his partner on the opposite side. Picking up the end of his ponytail, he wiggled it over the man’s side experimentally. His reaction was instantaneous. “Guhuhuys, doho- RAHAHanbohOo!” Slime pulled at his gelatinous restraints half-heartedly, not really wanting the tickles to stop. Tubbo peered over his stomach to look at what the enderman was doing, before a wicked smile painted his face. “Oh Slimelee~” “Y-yehehes?” “Do you like nuzzles?” “Waahahahait, nohohohO-” Before Slimecicle was able to brace himself, the feeling of soft, fluffy wool made him shriek and squirm violently. The feeling of not one, but two fluffy tools on his sides was almost torture. Everytime he moved to one side to avoid the sensations, the other side would increase, forcing him to move back into place.

After a few minutes of desperate pulling, one of his hands came free. As soon as he had the chance, he pushed at Tubbo’s head, laughing even louder when Tubbo’s wooly hair dragged against the palm of his hand. “CUHUHUT IHIHIT OHOHUT!” Tubbo grinned, tail wagging from side to side almost violently fast behind him. “Oh, okay!” He pulled away quickly, motioning to Ranboo to stop as well. The enderman vwooped in slight confusion, tilting his head and pulling back in tandem with him. Slimecicle fake-pouted a little at the loss of the sensations. “Whihiy’d yohohou stohohop?”

“You told us to, big man!” The goat boy cheerfully quipped, getting up slowly. “Guess it’s time to go~” He began to walk away, trying to avoid sinking into the gel himself. Ranboo sat by the man’s side, tails lashing in slight confusion. He leaned closer to Slime, whispering out of the corner of his mouth. He strained to listen to the taller of the two. “I have no clue what he’s thinking.” Slime muffled his giggles with his free hand. “Listen, dude. I think I can free myself, but let’s do a bit just to piss Tubbo off. How about it?” Ranboo’s ears perked up. “I’d never pass up on something that could piss my husband.” Slime began to whine loudly about his predicament, wiggling in the gelatinous mass and shaking a large part of it. “aaaAAAA-” Tubbo winced from his position a few paces away from them. “Slimeci-” “I DON’T WANNA BE A PORNSTAR YET! I’M NOT THAT STUCK!”

Ranboo held it together pretty well, tails wagging behind him and grabbing onto a clump of rocks for balance and support. “Pff-” “What the FUCK?!?!” Tommy alighted on the rocks, russet color wings folding behind himself fluidly. He hurried over to Slime, pulling at him with all his strength. (Not that he has that much strength.) Slime let him, pushing at the gel himself in a weak attempt to escape. “T-tommy, how much did you hear?” A slight panicked Ranboo asked. “All I heard was that last thing. And no, Slime, you won’t be a pornstar. Pornstars need to be pretty at the very least.” Tubbo shouted from his spot outside the ‘splat zone’ of the gel. “And you sure as hell aren’t!” Slime retorted with a small smile on his face. “Well, neither are you, Mr. ‘I have hair covering the majority of my face and I have to gel it back so I can see’!” Tommy and Ranboo rolled their eyes. “Alright, let’s not mess around anymore. We need to get Slime out.” “Tommy mature pog?” “WHAT? I’M ALWAYS MATURE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!” “Here we go again.”

From then on, Slime vowed to never fuck around with Tubbo and his friends. At least, not for a few hours afterwards. (He may have made a few slime-related puns after he freed himself.)

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