Reacting To Your Death

Reacting to Your Death

So obviously I didn’t write all of them, but here’s how I interpret the SMP members that are written would react to you dying. 

Warnings: Spoilers for Tommy’s latest stream (Literally like one offhand), obviously death, lots of angst, violence mentions, Schlatt for anyone who doesn’t like him I suppose

Theme: angst, obviously it’s just them and how they deal with your death.

Characters; all the ones with (p) are strictly platonic but the others are up to personal interpretation: Dream, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Techno, Schlatt, Tubbo (p), Ranboo (p), Tommy (p), Awesamdude, Niki, Karl, Quackity, Minx, Badboyhalo, Phil, DreamXD, Skeppy, Fundy.

DREAM:

- The first few days and nights, all he could do was sit inside all day. 

- No matter who visited to comfort him, he felt a horribly large part of his heart had been ripped away when you died.

- He thought about the day when you finally told him that a dirt shack wouldn’t do for a house, so you two spent days building an actual house.

- After those first few days, he decided he would bring you back. 

- The revive book had worked for Tommy and Wilbur, so it had to work for you. 

- He swore he would bring you back. So he did.

GEORGE:

- He didn’t know how to feel at first. He would get terribly depressed, then angry, and then numb, over and over.

- After a week of this, he then could hardly stop crying. What was he going to do without you? The realisation that he was without you hit him like a truck.

- Whenever he would go out with friends, he made it a habit to pick one of your favourite flowers each day. 

SAPNAP:

- He was crushed. He acted out more and more often out of anger to avoid his sadness and hurt, but when he was alone all he did was try so, so hard not to cry. 

- Bruised and bloodied knuckles were his most worn accessory.

- Often slept in your house, as a way to feel closer to you. He spends a lot more time in your house than his.

- Always remembered your birthday, but every birthday just made him more sad. 

- Eventually he would go to Dream about the revive book too.

WILBUR:

- You had been the only one to see past his flaws in a wary way, and he was heartbroken when you died.

- He often sat on your porch and sang songs he had once sang to you, as well as songs he knew you’d loved, and songs he’d written for you. 

- He was the one to make your grave, and had promised to be kinder.

- Though he loved being alive, he didn’t like that you couldn’t also have a second chance at life as well and felt it unfair.

- Probably resorted to a little bit of violence once he got to the anger stage of grieving.

TECHNOBLADE:

- He was always a pretty quiet guy, but when you died he went silent for weeks aside from when he was alone.

- When he was alone, he went into his library. He found all of your favourite books, worn and bent on pages from you reading them over and over, and he would read them aloud. 

- He hoped you could hear him from wherever you were as he read the books you had loved.

- He spent a lot of time awake as he did this, oftentimes getting very invested in what you had loved.

- If he wasn’t reading, usually he was in bed, wondering about how he couldn’t save you. 

SCHLATT:

- Of course, in public he looked composed as he usually was, as if it wasn’t eating him up inside that you were gone.

- “Who was that again?”

- When alone, he falls apart immediately. 

- People assume that when he’s waking up at near to noon it’s because he’s drinking, but it’s really because your death kept him up all night every night.

- He hardly even drank now, because of the secret promise he’d made to you.

- Though you were dead now, he still wanted to keep his promise, just in case.

TUBBO:

- Was the one who made everyone promise to get along when Wilbur made the funeral.

- Was entrusted with the love and care of your stuffed animals or anything from your childhood.

- Has your old childhood photos framed along with his own, so others often stop by to look at the photos to remember you by.

- Probably has your old horse as well, and takes really good care of them.

RANBOO:

- You two had been really close friends before you died. You were such good friends that he didn’t even need his book to remember you were friends, so of course he was absolutely crushed.

- Though he tried his best to stay stable to avoid certain things, he was upset.

- He definitely gave a speech at your funeral.

- He often sits in your room, talking aloud as if you were still with him.

- He would often repeat old jokes you used to tell each other, laughing softly and trying his best to not get too upset.

- If he wasn’t in your room, he was in your old garden tending to your flowers.

TOMMY:

- He’s also more aggressive like Sapnap, except moreso verbally.

- He blames himself heavily for what happened to you, and he mentally beats himself up about it all the time.

- “It was my fault Y/N’s dead, I get it!”

- He’s not much of a cryer.

AWESAMDUDE:

- All of his pain and sadness get put aside with work. He works harder, he makes it so he hardly has time to think about it.

- When he does think about it, he just feels so heavy the rest of the day, like thinking about your death has sucked the rest of the day’s energy from him.

- Sometimes he’s teased for suddenly being so sluggish and unlike himself, but he can’t even muster the energy to explain that he was thinking about you and how he missed you so badly that it hurt him deeply.

- To say the least, he felt like he had believed too much in you having more time. He should have known not to trust in fate.

NIKI:

- She for sure has any other pets you had. She takes extra good care of them.

- There’s a little spot in her garden dedicated to you.

- She had shut down for a good while after your funeral, where she hardly spoke to anyone and often lay in bed all day to try and remember you.

- Although as time went on, she decided you would have hated seeing her in bed all day like that and started doing her normal routines.

KARL:

- He knew he should have seen it coming, but… somehow, he didn’t.

- He felt a little guilty about this thought, and it often kept him from doing any normal tasks.

- He misses the days when one of you felt bad so the other would do everything in their power to make them feel better. 

- Needless to say, he started writing letters to you, even if it was just to keep himself a little busy.

QUACKITY:

- Laughing Through the Pain™

- He spends a lot more time making sure people aren’t worried, by making really bad jokes as usual.

- The only times he cries are when he thinks too much about you, regardless of if he’s alone or not. Sometimes it makes encounters awkward.

- He’s just sobbing one time while in the midst of a conversation with someone and he’s just like “sorry man I was thinking about Y/N” and they are just like “...oh”

MINX:

- Aggressive but make it threatening and nothing more. 

- “If you don’t fucking shut up about Y/N I’ll knock yer teeth in”

- She just wants to be alone sometimes. She just wants to be alone so maybe the pain will stop being so bad.

- Also not much of a cryer unless it’s late at night.

BADBOYHALO:

- “You little muffin… I told you not to get yourself into danger..”

- He loves to talk about you whenever people bring an old interest up.

- “I remember how much Y/N loved these…” He’s staring at the flowers nearby. He’s smiling sadly. 

- Often shares good memories of you with others to help them cope a little.

- He’s sad, but he knows it would do him no good to be so miserable that he can’t do anything. And he knows how much you would scold him if he stopped being himself completely.

PHIL:

- He names a parrot after you, naturally.

- He’s not gone as often now because he likes to stop by your grave and just talk. 

- He collects things that remind him of you and puts them in a special chest marked with your name. Sometimes it’s things you said were cool, other times it’s just things that he associates with you.

- Drinks your favourite teas.

DREAMXD:

- Would absolutely just go “lmao” in the chat and then leave again

- That’s it, that’s him.

SKEPPY:

- No more silly pranks with him :( no more memeing on others…

- It hits him hard

- Like Quackity, he makes a lot of jokes to mask how upset he is.

- Of course, he has Bad, but damn was it still difficult to deal with your passing.

FUNDY:

- :(

- He’s so sad that he doesn’t even want to do anything or go anywhere.

- It feels like his whole world just stopped and that nothing could hurt worse than this, and he doesn’t even want to face this sadness.

- He often goes out into the woods to climb trees like the two of you used to do.

oh no hahahahahahahahahahaha its that kind of time again! yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy -intense sobbing-

i want to write but what do i write and where do i find motivation lol

lol i feel shitty 

Sweet Hibiscus Tea

If you don’t know the inspiration for this writing, it’s called Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott! LMAO I decided my first Dream writing would be fluffy don’t mind me.

Also if you notice I only ever use Natalia, I promise I only do this for non-requests and ideas for my fanfic. Not sure who I’ll pair her with yet so I’m trying things out for now.

Warnings: Nothing! This is a very fluffy fic despite the lyrics of this song lol

Theme: A fluffy little adventure! 

Characters: Natalia/Nattums (OC), Dream

“C’mon, Nattums! Let’s go!” Dream was beaming at the female, who was trying to get her supplies as quickly as she could. “You take so long! Do you want to see this place or not?” Though his voice was teasing, lilting slightly, it still made Natalia pick up the pace. Closing the last chest, she grinned back at him, sprinting over. 

“Yeah, let’s go already,” Natalia complains, grabbing onto one of his hands. Chuckling, Dream pulls the female along a little path away from the usual path they took into the little town that they and their friends all shared. The path grew dark, this area filled with trees that blocked the afternoon’s sun. “Where are we even going..?” She wondered aloud, earning a mischievous little grin from the man.

The two came across a river, and Dream stopped. Natalia peeked ahead from behind Dream, her eyes a bit wide. There was a detailed bridge built here, and for a moment Natalia believed that Dream had hired maybe Phil, or someone else to build this. 

Almost reading her mind, he laughs and speaks up, “Yes, I built it myself.” He turns around to look at her, resting a head on top of her head, slightly mussing her dark brown locks. “Anyway, let’s keep going. I just figured we could stop to admire my work,” He adds, smirking proudly, the ends of his mouth slightly pulled upward. 

They continued slower this time, taking the time to look around at the dense greenery in this forest. The trees start to thin out, until finally they come up to a clearing with a gigantic tree right in the middle. In this big tree was an impressive-sized treehouse, a faint glow coming from inside of it. Natalia couldn’t even speak, she was absolutely amazed with this place. 

“Yes, I also built this,” Dream says quickly, which earns him a slight laugh from his girlfriend, which made his smile widen. How he loved to hear her delightful little dove-soft laughs, and see the way she smiled so bright that it felt like a rivalry to the sun. He gently pulled her up to the ladder, motioning for her to climb first. He follows quickly, looking up at Natalia, who held out a hand to help him the rest of the way up. He took it gratefully, and with their combined effort, he was up on the floor. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he leads her through the house to show her around. 

“This is really nice. I’m very impressed, Dream.” She turns to look at Dream, who looks so proud that he might burst. “How long did this take you to make, anyway?” He just shrugs, a little embarrassed by how long it took. It didn’t matter to him; it looked good, and Natalia was even impressed by it. “It’s very pretty. Thank you for showing this to me. This could really help with hunting, and being safe at night.” She beams, and Dream’s heart throbs almost painfully. She’s so sweet. What the Hell... how did I get so lucky? He laughed softly.

“You’re cute, Nat.”

lmao