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Haikus of some DSMP members

Yeah. Self explanatory. I worked hard on these. 

Dream:

the war was over as soon as it had begun the man’s words were lost.

George:

maybe I will sleep right through all the hatred, see a nap would be nice.

Sapnap:

a hate that burns bright like flames that reach to the sky there’s no stopping me.

Schlatt:

the power is mine but only for a moment damaged hearts do stop.

Karl:

the future, my eyes they see what will happen, and they see what went wrong.

Wilbur:

music, the escape the revolution to be, maybe I was wrong.

Ranboo:

am I good or bad? the people are my comfort, yet they force their sides.

Tubbo:

oh, an explosion a bright yellow hazard sign i was the thief here.

Nihachu:

loyalty was scarce but no matter where you went I was there with you.

Tommy:

angry, defeated time and again I failed you i am so sorry.

Jack Manifold:

my morals were clear until the white streak man came and apologised.

Awesamdude:

there came a time when I thought I could play my part but I just couldn’t.

Someday You’ll Understand - SBI

Here’s an SBI (Techno x GN!Reader and SBI content) blurb I thought about a lot. Happy 200!

Warnings: angst, some strong language, and war

Theme: You and Techno think back on your lives thus far as you give advice to a young Tommy.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Tommy, c!Wilbur, Y/N

A/N: This literally took me a week to write fully because I’ve been so burnt out. I hope you all enjoy.

“Y’ever fought other people?” The little blonde asked Y/N and Technoblade, playing ‘war’ with little figures on the floor of the home. The older two shared a look, though it didn’t stop the piglin hybrid from answering anyway.

“Yes, we both have.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but remember. The wars were the worst part of their life, having ripped their friends and family away. The only person that had managed to not be killed or imprisoned and always made their way back was Techno. They fought together countless times, and that’s why they were together as of now.

The first war Y/N had fought in, they were all shaky and would constantly insist that they couldn’t do it. They couldn’t go against people they once called their friends. Of course, Techno didn’t want them dead, and talked them through it. It was the only way.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? I can’t have you die because you won’t fight. You said you would do this for us, and you can’t back out now. Got it?”

“You don’t understand, Techno! I cared about them- I still do! I’m not like you, I don’t forget about the good things about a person I used to know when they fuck up!” They dropped their sword at their feet and teared up. 

“Look, I get it. You don’t want to hurt them. Unfortunately, Y/N, things aren’t always puppies and rainbows. Look around you! Look at what they’ve done! They tear everyone apart and start wars just to fight for the memory of something that can never be the same. They fight for a place that no longer feels like peace and friendship and freedom. They’re torturing themselves by holding onto that stupid place.” He sighed, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Look, you can either fight for the greater good, or you can turn against me too. What’ll it be?”

Of course they had chosen him. He was the only one to stay true to himself and his word thus far. 

“Y/N, we’re your friends, remember? Why are you fighting alongside the enemy? Don’t you want L’Manberg back?” 

“I don’t plan to fight for something that’s tearing us all apart. I want to see this place in ashes,” Y/N replied, shaking as they swung their sword. They’d been killing old friends all day. They just wanted to go home, but instead they chugged a potion of strength and moved on. 

Little Tommy looked up at his brother, a mix of interest as well as what could possibly be described as sadness crossing his features. “Well, why? Why did you fight?”

Techno sighed, sitting down beside Tommy and picking up one of the figures. “Well, when disagreements form, people like to make it all into a big deal. I made things into a big deal. When you disagree and don’t talk it out, it can lead to fights.” Setting the toy back down, the pink-haired male looks up at Y/N.

“Were you sad?” The blonde boy also looked toward Y/N as they sat beside Techno gently, taking hold of their boyfriend’s hand and sighing softly, a sweet smile taking hold of their features, to avoid the urge to cry. 

“For a while, yeah,” Y/N explained, “so keep your friends and your family close, okay? Make sure you never have to fight with them. Make sure that, when you argue, the first thing you do is talk it out. Okay, Tommy?” 

Tommy nods quickly. “But... why does talking help? Does talking really do anything to avoid getting killed?”

Wilbur walks in quietly, a look of concern on his face, as both Y/N and Techno struggle to come up with an answer that’ll satisfy but not traumatise the little boy. “Dare I ask what’s happening in here, guys?” 

Tommy stands, bounding over to the brunette. “Wil! I was wondering about wars and stuff. Like, you and Techno and Y/N have all fought in wars ‘n stuff, so does talking really work to avoid them?” Wilbur’s expression sours slightly as he picks up his little brother and places him on his hip. 

“Sometimes, but there are occasions where no amount of talking will get you anywhere closer to avoiding it.” 

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions, Tommy. It’ll all be clear to you when you’re older though. Someday... you’ll understand.”

Okay For The Moment - SBI

Request: brotherly Techno/Wilbur and/or Tommy/Wilbur

A/N: I extended this to be entirely SBI because I just :waah: I love they. But! Now that you’ve gotten me in an angst mood, this will be EXTREMELY bittersweet.

Theme: family fluffy :)

Warnings: none, I think. If I miss any, let me know.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Wilbur, c!Tommy, and c!Phil

“We’ll put spruce in, yeah?” Phil turned to his sons, who all sat in a little circle. Tommy had asked Techno to put a little braid in his hair like Techno’s, so that’s what the piglin hybrid was currently doing. It was slightly difficult with how short the youngest usually had his hair chopped, but Techno made it work nonetheless.

“Spruce is so overused though,” Wilbur complained, leaning back on his hands to watch his father, who was building a bigger house to accommodate the four of them. 

“I quite like it,” Tommy chimed in, trying his best to stay still while Techno worked carefully.

“There you go again!” Wilbur rolled his eyes playfully. “Such a suck-up.” 

Tommy’s mouth gaped open, his brows furrowed. “I’m not a suck-up, you just have no taste! I bet you like acacia wood, you idiot!”

Phil stopped to look at his sons again, one eyebrow quirked up, an amused smile dancing it’s way across his lips. “Well, we’re going with spruce anyway, since it’s the easiest wood to get around here, and it’s fits nicely. If you want a house with different wood, you can make one of your own, surely. Be my guest,” He challenged. 

Wilbur knew better than to challenge the skill that his father had in building. He simply nodded. Phil went back to placing wood, taking a few steps back, and looking at the build from further away to make sure it looked okay.

“There ya go,” Techno finally mumbled. Tommy sprang up, rushed over to the pond, and looked at his reflection for a long moment, before running back over to Techno and tackling him in a bear hug. “Tommy, chill out a little. It’s just a braid.” 

“I look fuckin’ cool man! I’m just like you now!” Tommy let go only to run over to Phil, hands on his hips. “Phil, lookit me! I’m gonna be like Techno someday! This is just the start, got it?”

Phil looked over his shoulder, smiling gently. “It looks nice. You did a good job Techno.” 

“Can you do me one next, Techno?” Wilbur sat up, looking over to his brother, who smiled. 

“Sure. C’mere.”

“But Techno, that’s our thing now!” Tommy exclaimed.

“It can be Wilbur’s thing too, Tommy.” Techno gave the blonde a patient smile, and Tommy’s little attitude diffused almost immediately. 

“Y’know what? Okay. But we look better.” 

If only it could stay this way forever.

My Sons - Philza

Request: philza angst ;;;;;

A/N: bestie why. who hurt you. also this is in an alternate sort of universe where the stasis chamber hadn’t worked and Wilbur never revived after Ghostburs death, and also Tommy never revived either.

Theme: very very angsty.

Warnings: content mainly contains talk of death and gore in detail. Also, some strong language. Be warned.

Characters: c!Philza, Y/N, c!Wilbur/Ghostbur mention, c!Tommy mention, c!Techno mention.

How could he have known?

How could he have possibly known all of his sons would just leave him?

How could he have known it was his fault..?

Philza sat with Y/N, his only remaining child. They were stringing flowers into a crown, oxeye daisies formed into half a circlet, as they were still working on it. He watched them carefully, his mind running through every scenario that could have - should have - happened instead. 

He’d lost Wilbur once, by his own hand, but once Ghostbur had been reported dead as well, the guilt felt even worse. Dream had said Wilbur would be revived once Ghostbur died, but here he was, with no son, and no ghost of son. Must the world be so cruel?

Then there was Tommy. Tommy, who was always very, very vocal about his opinion, who always nagged at his brothers, who simply was loud... but loved. Loved all the same. He made mistakes again and again, up until the point where his will was exhausted. His voice rang no more. He was reckless. He’s dead. He will never come back. 

Meanwhile, Techno had survived past Phil’s other two sons, yet... he was no longer here either. After getting his son’s will, Phil tried to make the stasis chamber work. He tried to make it work but it failed. It didn’t. Techno died that day to Quackity in the prison, because Phil had somehow messed it up. The Syndicate had been one hundred percent sure that the stasis chamber would work, but when Techno needed him the most, Philza Minecraft failed him. He’d failed them all. 

Now here was Y/N, who would most likely follow the trend without trying. They were already at two lives, and their family was always being threatened. Always the brunt of some sick joke they didn’t know about, until everyone was laughing but them. 

“Y/N,” Philza mumbled softly, “I’m sorry. In advance.” 

“For what?” Their head popped up to look at their father. Curious eyes peered at him.

Yet... he didn’t have the heart to continue his thought. “Nothing, sorry. You can go back to your crown thing.” 

I’m Not Who You Know - Ouchie Fuck Ow Revivebur

Request: I am once again making formal request: Revivedbur, finding Friend and not knowing why Friend is so clingy with him, and attempts to get Friend to leave him alone. Give me more pain please

A/N: ouchie, I hate it! Thanks!

Theme: Ouchie fucking angst ouch fuck ouchie ow this hurts OW

Warnings: angst. MURDER. ummmmm also strong language? Lots of it.

Characters: Friend my bestie Friend the sheep ;w;, Revivebur, c!Tommy *sobs*, Y/N

His day had already started off relatively bad, but the added nuisance of this damned blue sheep that had been following him since the day he’d gotten back didn’t help any. 

The constant bleating, and nudging against him, and laying near him was enough to almost drive him crazy a second time. Maybe third, if he counted limbo, but he wouldn’t Didn’t even wanna think about it.

As Revivebur tried his best to get through his day, Friend became more and more infuriating. Didn’t this thing have better things to do, like... eat grass, or whatever? He tried to bribe him with wheat, which he ate but didn’t take a hint from. He lightly kicked him, which made him run around a little before coming right back. He even tried just shooing him. Nothing was working. It was simply too much for him to handle.

“Could you fuck off?” He turned to the sheep, who just stared back in response. Obviously. Sheep can’t talk. 

“Hey,” Y/N mumbled, “be nice.” 

“This thing is so fucking annoying. Why the fuck does it like me so much? And WHY is it’s name Friend? That’s so stupid. If I were named Friend, I would simply ki-”

“Enough,” Y/N interrupted. They didn’t have the heart to tell Revivebur that this was Ghostbur’s sheep, because if he heard that, he’d probably kill Friend on the spot. 

“Oi, dickhead! Heard you talking bad about Friend!” Tommy glared at Revivebur as he made his way over, kneeling down and running his hands through the brightly-coloured wool. “This is the only thing we have left of Ghostbur.” 

Well, I guess Tommy did it for Y/N. This was gonna be bad. 

“Ghostbur...?” His jaw clenched, but Tommy was too busy to notice as he pet the sheep, who bleated happily in response. “What is it with you guys and that stupid ghost..? He’s gone.” Y/N went to step in between Revivebur and the other two.

“Tommy, look out!” 

Revivebur was quick to cut Y/N’s attempt down, by pushing them to the ground. Y/N wouldn’t be able to be quick enough to try again.

“Sorry, love. But this fucking stupid blue sheep is pissing me off.” 

It didn’t take long for that lovely blue to be stained red, and for Tommy to be holding the last remaining thing they had of Ghostbur. Revivebur tucked his knife back into his pocket, kicking Friend lightly with the toe of his boot to make sure he was dead. 

Tommy shook violently with a mix of rage, intense sadness, and also a little bit of fear. “You... you...” He was breathing hard. He was in no state to speak. “I’ll kill you. My god. Someday, it’s going to be me that kills you. I promise you that.” 

Revivebur shrugged, then turned to his lover. “You coming, Y/N? I’d assume you would want to wash up? You’ve got some blood on your face.”

Y/N heavily contemplated just leaving him right then and there. 

“You go on. I’ll be with you in a moment.” 

The older male shrugged again, sticking his hands in his pockets and making his way back home. 

“I’m sorry, Tommy. I should have... I should have been quicker.” Y/N wiped some blood off of their cheek and looked down at the sheep, whose wool had slowly become a dark purple in some areas. They were hit with the harsh reality that Revivebur wasn’t the same person as Wilbur. He was cold. Quick to anger. He wasn’t the same, and never would be. 

“It’s... it’s okay. You couldn’t have known, Y/N. I don’t blame you. I blame him.”

But... they could have known. 

They did know.

Why did they let him do this? Was there something wrong with Y/N too? Was Revivebur’s influence that strong...?