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Also I painted some pencil toppers!

My friend and I made clay sbi!

im bored and i have no shame so here have this entirely unedited draft that i’ll probably never finish

“You two don’t sit still much, do you?” 

Phil watched the two boys carefully. The taller one looks ready to bolt, or possibly attack Phil if it came to that. He’s wiry, barely an ounce of meat on him, fear poorly hidden by anger on his dirty face and a hand tucked into his friend’s. His clothes aren’t anywhere close to new or even clean. Phil took in the worn shirt and wondered if one of Wilbur’s old shirts would fit him. The little one looked a bit less world worn, if only because he’s less gaunt. By the way the taller was poised to react if Phil made some wrong move, he could guess that he must have been the protector. Phil wouldn’t be surprised if he gave most of his food to his friend when times were lean. 

The short one was looking at Phil with a politely neutral expression. It was a facade though, Phil realized. His eyes had a familiar observant intensity. Phil smiled, reminded of a boy with pink hair who’d looked at him the same way. 

“No sir,” the little one answered. 

Phil keeps his face even and lets himself be judged. The short one spares a glance at his friend, hardly taking his eyes off of Phil for more than a few seconds, and Phil watches the two boys have an entire conversation in front of him without uttering a word. He catches the head tilt of a question, and barely keeps from laughing out loud at hearing the little one mumble, “I can’t understand you when you look at me like that.”

Eventually, their conversation reaches its conclusion because now the tall one is looking at him with loaded and hesitant hope and the little one turns back to Phil with the air of a businessman. 

“Do you have anything that needs fixing at your house?” 

He doesn’t ask anything else. Not for food or shelter or even pay for the labor. And oh, Phil wants to pull them both into his arms and give them the chance to forget the ways they’ve learned to keep themselves alive. But he can’t. Not yet. They’re too wary, too tired now to accept the possibility of rest, so he pretends to look thoughtful for a moment. 

“The garden is about ready. Big harvest this year; I doubt I could pull it all in by myself. I’m not as young as I used to be.” He doesn’t mention that he has two helpers waiting at home, nor that age has never really made a dent in his ability. 

“We’re good with gardening,” the taller one says, finally speaking up now that Phil has apparently been deemed mostly harmless.

“Harvesting, at least,” the shorter one interjects.

“Yeah. Never could get anything to grow on our own, but we’ve helped with plenty of harvests.”

“That’s good. I can pay you and feed you if you’ll give me a little help.”

The boys’ eyes get a bit brighter, and the short one nods enthusiastically. 

“My house is this way. It’s a bit into the woods; can you walk that far?”

The tall one apparently takes offense to that, because he huffs and pulls on his friend's hand, speeding up and walking ahead of Phil towards the woods. The smaller one looks back at Phil, who smiles goodnaturedly, and then turns back to follow his friend. Phil follows at a distance. He won’t begrudge these two their independence. They’ve been through too much to be patronized, even by genuine concern for them. 

Soon though, they reach the edge of the woods and slow down, realizing they don’t know the way. They’re startled by Phil draping his cloak over their shoulders. He couldn’t help it; they looked so cold. And it felt better to do something instead of just wondering how often they slept outside in this weather. The shorter looked down in shock, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. The tall one looked at Phil with something between accusation and confusion. His eyes widened when Phil walked past, though. Phil smiled, a bit of mischief in his eyes as the tall one nudged his friend without looking away and suddenly there were two sets of eyes staring in awe at the large wings on Phil’s back. 

“It’s this way,” Phil said, gesturing for the boys to follow.

“You have wings!” The tall one shouted.

“Can you fly?” The other asked.

“Not here, the trees are too low. I’d have to go over.”

“You can fly!” That was the tall one again.

“Thanks mate, I noticed.”

He didn’t miss another wordless exchange between the two, but he didn’t bother wondering what it was about.

“What should I call you?” He asked, letting the conversation drift away from his wings. Surprisingly, the taller took no time to answer.

“Tommy. This is Tubbo.”

“Tommy,” Tubbo scolded, for some reason.

“Tubbo, huh?” Phil asked. 

“Sorry sir. It’s… Toby. My name is Toby.”

Tommy looked upset at that. 

“I can call you what you like. Do you prefer Tubbo?”

Tubbo looked surprised, but Tommy answered for him.

“He does.”

Tubbo looked at Phil apprehensively. Apparently deciding that Phil was being genuine, he nodded shyly.

“Tubbo it is then.” 

They walked for a while, Phil leading at little more than an amble, and the two boys trailing behind him, whispering excitedly and glancing at his wings, and sharing the cloak between them. 

They reached the house by the time the sun was almost down. The horses were missing from their small stable, which meant that techno and will were still out. That was probably good. Phil didn’t want to overwhelm the two boys. He ushered them inside, not missing how they were trying to hide their shivering, especially Tommy. 

“The garden is out back. We can work on it tomorrow,” Phil said.

“Tommy and I can work on it tonight if you want,” Tubbo offered.

“It can wait. We can have dinner for now. May as well rest while it’s dark.”

i have too many AUs and absolutely no coherent way to express them

Winnie the pooh au? Idk, just wilbear soot and raccooninnit and crowza and techno pig and tubbgoat and catboo vibing in the woods. Their Christopher Robin is just Chat. Techno is the biggest and has some grey spots because I said so. Tommy gets dirty and damaged more than any of the others. He has a little bandana around his neck. Wilbur is the softest and he has a little guitar.

some more small town sbi house because it’s been a criminally long time since I posted

Techno and Phil share a duplex

Tubbo and Tommy think Wilbur is the coolest thing ever and he’s a really great big brother

Tommy has a golden retriever collie mix named henry

Tubbo is two days older than Tommy

Tommy will occasionally, in a fit of rebellion, “move in” with Techno for a few days until he inevitably misses Tubbo too much and moves back in with Phil. Phil and techno just roll with it

Techno has a white Tibetan mastiff named Steve. Steve doesn’t do much

Tommy and Tubbo take one look at tall, gangly, socially awkward Ranboo and just go “big man needs us” and freaking adopt him and he just rolls with it because it’s affection and he couldn’t stop them anyway. Tommy is doing his very best to be a bad influence on Ranboo and Tubbo has threatened Techno with a custody war multiple times

Phil notices that Ranboo likes to be around the dogs but both dogs are very much someone else’s so he asks Ranboo if he wants a pet and they get him a bunny

Tommy and Tubbo have to be separated when either of them is sick because they’re both extra clingy when they’re sick and will get the other sick immediately. But it’s also very very hard to separate them

They swap back and forth between having breakfast at Techno’s or at Phil’s

Tommy and Phil are the same height, but Tommy is tall and Phil is short, I don’t make the rules

They have one car. It used to be Techno’s 

Because my brain is doing this now, some dsmp people as, like, times of year or sorts of days.

Sapnap is the part of winter when the excitement of the snow has worn off but the cabin fever hasn’t set in yet. When there’s a decent amount of snow on the ground and it’s not first snow sparkly but not gross and brown either.

George is that bit at the beginning of spring when everything is kind of wet cold, but you can tell that it’s not winter anymore and everything is muddy.

Dream is state fair season at the end of summer when everything is exciting and busy but there’s that little bit of latent anxiety with school coming up again.

Eret is those days in any season when you step outside and everything feels a little off from reality, but in like a pleasant, ethereal way. Fairy days.

Quackity is those days in summer when you can tell that you’re neighbors are barbecuing.

Ranboo has distinct late/mid school year vibes. The perfect blend of stress and not giving a shit.

I feel like Techno is those days when it's raining just the lightest little bit but the sun is still shining.

Tubbo is the day when it was supposed to rain really hard but then it's sunny and beautiful all day.

Tommy is the day before the Fourth of July. I don't really have an explanation for this.

This might be exclusive to me, but Shlatt is a summer family reunion where you can count the people you recognize on one hand. And the venue edges just a little bit into uncomfortably warm.

Bad is the last day or two of school when you don't have anything to do and your locker is all cleaned out so you're just there in this weird luminal space suspended between structure and freedom.

Conversely, Skeppy is the first week of summer when everything is exciting and you feel all that summer potential rising up and you think about all the things you'll do when really summer is just the freedom to do nothing remotely productive for three months.

Wilbur is a good solid thunderstorm day where the sky turns black and the air smells like electricity, but only if one enjoys thunderstorms. If one is unsettled by thunderstorms then that is simply not the vibe.

Niki is autumn. Not for the holidays or for the colors or the pumpkin spice or anything like that, but for the ability to once again wear sweaters and layers of clothes. And also specifically the very beginning of fall when most of the trees are still green but once in a while you see one that's bright red orange or even the ones that go just ever so slightly red pink.

Karl is a late spring early summer day where the temperature is perfect but there's like a slightly chilly breeze but otherwise it's beautiful and the only problem is that the sun is literally too bright to open your eyes.

Phil is a winter day with really good packable snow and it's sunny so even though you bundle up to go outside you take your coat off after like a half hour, and your probably gonna do some sledding of questionable safety.

Tommy: I don’t remember my birth parents either.

Ranboo: I didn’t know you were adopted. You look more like Phil than Wilbur does.

Tommy: yeah. Wilbur always said it was because I was supposed to be in this family.

Ranboo: does it bother you? Not remembering, I mean.

Tommy: no. Phil says I was taken away by the state when I was three. I don’t have memories from before, but.. I have nightmares sometimes. I’d rather not know why.

From the small town au. No context, we die like L’manhole

here’s small town Karl!!

He has one published book and is working on a series called, and I quote, “tales of the… something. I’ll figure it out later.”

He has a free book library on his screened-in porch

He inherited his house from his great aunt, so he has no mortgage

His source of income is Jimmy renting his garage as storage

His great aunt was secretly a time traveler. She wanted him to follow in her footsteps, but died before she could tell him (cause why the heck not)

sbi is my comfort dynamic, so here’s their story in my small town au!!

Phil married Wilbur’s mom when he was 19. She ended up dying in childbirth when Phil was 21, so it was just Phil and Wilbur until Will was 11 when Phil met Techno, who was 18 at the time. Techno didn’t live it the town, he was just there for a job, but he comes back to hang out with Phil more frequently over the next few years. A year after meeting Techno, Phil adopted Tommy who was five. Then when Techno is 22, he moves permanently to town and buys the garden supply store and asks Phil to help him manage it. Two years later, Phil starts fostering 10 year old Tubbo. Then when Tommy and Tubbo are both 15, Ranboo starts working at the garden store. He’s 19.

DSMP Small Town AU

ok so this is gonna be clumsy and probably a little ooc at times, but I made an AU!!!! this is just the basic idea cause I couldn’t figure out how to put down everything I had, but I’ll add the other bits in other posts. Ask me anything, suggest headcanons, go nuts! Inspired by @dazenightmare’s store au, so check them out, but anyway here goes nothing!

Phil, Techno, Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo work at Techno’s garden supply store

Techno is the owner, but he leaves most of the managerial stuff to Phil

Wilbur sometimes helps out

They play unassuming videogame music over the store sound system. Tommy snuck Pigstep onto the playlist, and he and Techno rap to it sometimes

Tubbo likes to watch the bees in the flower bushes

Techno has a potato plant in his office that’s older than Tommy and has produced ungodly amounts of potatoes

The garden store doesn't have a uniform/dress code because it's just whatever Phil will let them leave the house in

Tommy and Tubbo once made a fort out of bags of mulch

Wilbur, Fundy, Niki, and Quackity work at Wilbur’s pawn shop

It’s kinda the hangout place

Their “uniform” is a flannel. 

Wilbur blasts closing time by semisonic to tell his employees to go home

Quackity creates a civilization in the unexplored back corner of the pawn shop and manages to kidnap most of the candy store staff plus Karl. Wilbur is incredibly confused

Friend is a stuffed sheep that showed up at the shop one day and Wilbur took one look at it and went “this is the entire backbone of my emotional stability now”

Tommy and Tubbo sometimes help out

Tubbo likes the rotary dial phone and Tommy likes the spoons

Someone pawned a set of boomwhackers. Chaos followed

Bad, Skeppy, Ant, and Sam work at the Nook Cafe

It kind of becomes a place that moms can leave their kids at while they run errands because they’ll be taken care of

Skeppy acts out little stories for the kids. He always asks the kids who should be his princess in the stories and they always say Bad. Bad protests every time but always gets into it and has fun with the kids and Skeppy

Bad bakes the kids treats

There’s this one little boy who is just constantly clinging to Antfrost. He wears a cat hoodie

Sam keeps their appliances running

They have one coffee machine that Sam has been wrestling to keep running for years. Bad refuses to replace it because Skeppy named it

Dream, Sapnap, and George work at the candy store

Dream is just managing in place of the absentee owners

George handles the chocolate because he’s colorblind

Sapnap likes giving kids free samples

Dream is good at making old fashioned hard candies 

Sapnap gets mesmerized by the taffy puller often

Someone shows one of them candy store from heathers and now all three of them sing it or catch themselves humming it all the time

Karl is an author, Puffy owns a flowershop, Shlatt is Fundy and Quackity’s landlord, Eret drives the town’s singular taxi, and Purpled makes money running errands for the townsfolk and various businesses in town.

I’ll post more about this, but feel free ask about it or share ideas!!

No matter what happens with Tommy, if Dream brings him back or if he becomes a ghost or what, no matter how this goes down, Tommy’s definitely dead at the moment.

Which means he’s with Wilbur.

i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

technoblade speedrunning adopting ranboo (high school edition): the fanfic

also on ao3!

hey remember this post? well i got so attatched and impatient that i wrote over 1k words for a pilot type chapter for it <3

chapter one: officer in my defense i punched that guy because he deserves it

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Techno Blade-Minecraft would call himself smart. He got good grades without trying, learned second, then third languages with ease, read textbooks for fun, etcetera etcetera. Wisdom without experience was a rare thing to possess, especially in a high school senior but techno had it tight in his grasp, easily making him a ‘Model Student’. He understood he got unneeded attention from that, which sucked, but it was an easy trade-off to be the automatic teacher’s favourite.

But Techno was a man of wisdom, not a man of sense. So naturally, he remembered a fact about baby birds he learnt when he was six years old:

‘Classical “imprinting”, as seen with for example, ducks or geese, means that the animal’s instinctive programming says “the first big animal you see after hatching is your mom, follow them and look to her for food, warmth, love and learning’

Actually, Techno decided he was the man of Most Sense because at that very moment, the tallest, yet somehow weakest looking freshmen he’d ever seen was being cornered by a group of hefty looking seniors.

And the baby bird, with its innocent, scared eyes was looking right at him.

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these bois are definitely sleepy

(i usually say ‘reblogs are appreciated’ but i spent over 5 hours painting this so for this one it’s required <3)

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

Somebody, anybody, someone PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME THE DREAM SMP STORY LINE I WANT TO KNOW AND BE INCLUDED BC THE ART AND ANIMATIONS I'M SEEING ARE AMAZING

okay fuck it hi im damien and im sorta new to mcytblr but not really i just dont have many mutuals within the fandom and i wanna change that SO! if you post about any of the following, please like/rb:

-dream smp

-wilbur soot

-tommyinnit

-technoblade

-tubbo

-ranboo

-nihachu

-eret

-karl jacobs

-quackity

id also like to make some mutuals who were fans of unus annus so yall feel free to like/rb too! thanks :)

Why do I trust Darkiplier so much? I feel like this wasn’t supposed to happen.

May I just say, Actor Mark has got mad plot bunny disease

New comfort character babee!!

Illinois  ✨

It’s about time I make art of this guy, I wouldn’t mind going on a few adventures with him 👀💖 @markiplier

this is the funniest thing they’ve ever done

if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher

adhd, anxiety, and depression are all different for everyone.

If someone uses music to cope, let them. If it’s too loud for you to even think, politely ask them to turn the volume down a bit.

It won’t kill to be nice

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

My English final is on Fear and Motivation. If I wrote the essay about Unus Annus, would anyone want to read it? I’d still have to get the idea approved by my professor.

If I posted a couple shorter drabbles and wip pieces, would people wanna read those?

HERE TO REMIND EVERYONE THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DELETE YOUR GIFS OR ART OR ANYTHING AFTER THE CHANNEL IS OVER AND GONE

i started this halfway through the stream and it’s not as good as i would like but that’s life i guess. i missed like 90% of the videos, but i like the mystery. unus annus will die and i will never know it in its entirety, and im okay with that.

Old meme but I had fun

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