The video begins with a close up of the person filming’s face staring into the camera. They’re wearing white iris contacts with black pupils, a black fake moustache, and a brown wig cut sharply into a male haircut. They begin by saying:
“Some people were telling me that some of my cosplays aren’t accurate, and you know I have almost got a million followers on this app (tiktok), so I just wanted to make sure that I’m providing you with all the content that you so crave. So I’ve done extensive research, and really put together an outfit that I think is cannon, and that I think you guys will really appreciate.”
The video quickly cuts off their voice and switches to two pictures of Mario, from the Mario Oddessy game, in which he’s wearing a white wedding dress and veil while posing dramatically.
It then switches once more to a broader shot of the person in a similar dress and veil, with noticeable fake chest hair, striking a pose. After posing for a brief moment, they fluff the dress with their hands and begin speaking to the camera again:
“Can you get more cannon?”
It then switches frames again to an even broader shot of the person from farther away in the room before they speak again:
“Do I look f*king fire?? I’m gonna wear this and I’m gonna kick bowser right in the d**k!”
They then end the video by mimicking Mario’s voice and saying “Here we go!” Before shrugging passive aggressively.
/ End Video ID /
Hey!! I did want to note in the video that they were passive aggressive in their speech as well but I didn’t know if I should include tone indicators or if adding stuff like that would ruin the joke or be overly descriptive if you get what I mean? I’m probably overthinking it and will probably add tone indicators or figure out a way to describe that they’re being sarcastic I guess? If anyone has any tips feel free to let me know I’m 100% still feeling this out.
Like for example, when the person says ‘can you get more canon?’ Or ‘so I’ve done extensive research’ etc were supposed to be sarcasm but I know there are people who rely on tone indicators so I’ll have to see if maybe I can include (/s) or “they sarcastically said x” for example to spruce it up? I’m probably also answering my own questions, whoops.
!TW! storms, yelling, cursing, mentions of injury !TW!
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Y/n’s POV
It was rather stormy when I awoke, huh still night, I think looking at the clock which says 4:00. It has been about three weeks since Dream and I had first met. Despite, what I thought, was a pleasant first meeting he still seemed closed off to the idea of meeting other people. We had only one other conversation, besides ‘hello’ and 'how are you?’, Amara had escaped again and gotten into his backyard again.
CRACK! I jump at the sound of thunder striking. “I know right, it’s very scary,” I whisper to Ama, who is less bothered by the thunder than I am. Ama jumps off of the bed and spins in a circle, staring at me expectantly. “All right I will let you out,” I say with a sigh. “But not for long, it sounds bad out there,” I mumble standing up. I grab my blanket and wrap it around me before waddling to the backdoor, Ama trotting next to me. “Please hurry,” I shout at Ama over the wind, as she rushes outside. I go into the kitchen to grab something to drink, after realizing how parched I am. Grabbing the glass of water and quickly gulping it down. Setting the glass onto the count with a clink, thunder strikes. I jump slightly, walking back over to the back door realizing that Ama should be done by now. The door pushes back at me, the wind making it hard to keep open. “Ama! Come on girl!” I shout looking for her in the dark.
BANG! thunder strikes again, still not seeing Ama I start to get worried. “AMA! WHERE ARE YOU!” not caring, I drop the blanket and rush outside, not bothering with anything but a flashlight. I scan the yard not seeing her, but… there is a hole in the fence. My breathing is speeding up realizing she could get hurt in the storm right now. I run at the fence and jump over it, my leg getting cut by the broken wood. Adrenaline running through me I rushed to follow her footsteps that had been left in the mud. I start sprinting my legs moving faster than I could have ever thought. Ama had always been with me even when I was a kid. She is old and fragile. Before she was a service dog for me as a child. Hell, she cared for me before my parents did. I rush through the mud, my feet being scraped by loose rocks. I am bleeding somewhere and my leg is throbbing with warmth, most likely the blood. I see that her footprints are covered by a fallen tree. “AMA! WHERE ARE YOU GIRL! PLEASE!” I shout my voice gravelly and cracking. I hear a faint bark, whipping my head in the direction of running over there. I see Ama there her leg is caught under the tree. “AMA!” I say kneeling, “what happened girl-” CRASH! Another tree falls near us. The tornado siren starts sounding off. “Come on!” I yell shoving my hands under the tree trying to move it off of her. It gives slightly and Ama starts whining, “it’s ok you will be fine soon, just hang in there girl,” I finally get the tree off. Hoisting her over my shoulder I start in the direction of my house, SNAP! The tree in front of us falls it gets my leg, “FUCK!” I scream the pain shooting through me.
“HELLO IS ANYONE THERE!” I hear someone shout. It sounds familiar though it’s hard to hear. My hair is whipping into my face now wet from the rain.
“OVER HERE… please” I whisper the last part, trying to tug my leg from the tree. I see someone approach me. It looks like Dream, oh it is him. I’m tired but Ama needs help.
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Dream’s POV
“Oh Gods,” I say to myself, seeing heron the ground, blood covering her leg and arm. I move quickly over to the tree and throw it off of her. She lets out a pained cry. Her leg doesn’t look broken, fortunately. Picking her up, cradling her head near my shoulder I make sure her dog is following us. I scramble back to my home. I open the door, Ama I think it was, limps in, and lays down on the floor. I bring her into the bathroom and lay her in the bathtub getting the water started. I delicately spray her leg and arms. Getting off all of the blood.
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Y/n’s POV
I am barely conscious but the stinging on my leg wakes me up, I jolt a little.
“Hey, are you awake?” Looking at the voice I see Dream he is soaked as well. So he was the one to save me.
“Is Ama ok,” I mumble.
“Yes, she is just in the other room. Do you think you can take a shower and change so I can check out your injuries without intruding?” He says, I nod my head. “Ok there are spare clothes in the closet, just take some, I will be just outside the door if you need me.” He says standing up and grabbing some bandages I could only assume we’re for Ama while I was in here.
Once he leaves I hoist myself onto my feet and limp up to the showerhead fixing it back onto the stand. It sprays over me and I close the curtain. I grab some soap and clean all the cuts I find. Hissing once I clean my leg, it feels like it’s on fire. I smell the soap, it smells like him, no I have only met him a couple of times don’t be weird Y/n. I think slapping my cheeks which are heating up. I set the soap down and turn the shower off. As I step out I limp over to the closet he mentioned earlier. I grab a white shirt and black sweatpants. Carefully changing into them, after drying off. Proceeding out into the rest of his house low and behold there he is waiting for me on his couch, it looks like Ama is sleeping on the carpet and bandaged. Dream is in a change of clothes despite his hair still being wet.
“Are you feeling better,” he questions me.
“Yes, thank you Dream,”
“Of course, though I don’t mind if you call me Clay if I get to know your name. I don’t believe I got it before,” he says, grabbing the first aid kit.
“The name is Y/n, Clay,” I say, chuckling to myself realizing I hadnever given him my name.
“As much as I know you don’t want to, I need to bandage your leg. It was looking pretty banged up due to the tree.” I looked down, at the now covered leg, which was starting to hurt more as the adrenaline was wearing off.
“Yes yes, here,” I say, trying to suck it up, setting my leg on the table. He gently rolls up the too-large pant leg. I feel him start to put a cream or something on it, clenching my fist at the pain. My heart is beating out of my chest when he starts to wrap it with gauze. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Are you all right?” Clay asks me. I stiffly nod, trying not to focus on the pain. My eyes close tightly.
“Do you think I could stay here until the storm subsides,” I question, sleep creeping into my voice.
“Of course! Would you like to sleep in the spare room?”
“Yes! That would be lovely. Thank you again,” I say, feeling my eyes starting to droop.
“This way,” Clay says, standing and helping me up. We walk down the hallway still holding hands. His hands are warm, dry but warm. “Here we are,” he opens the door and I throw myself onto the bed. I instantly fall asleep.
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Thank you for reading and thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy it! (:
!TW! Freezing, mentions of harm, mentions of violence, trauma, dying, almost deaths, cursing !TW!
Got this done faster then anticipated check out my last post if you wanna make any inferences on what happened (:
Ranboo’s POV
It was a normal day for Ranboo, he had done some mining earlier that day, but something still just felt… wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it. As he heads his way home he sees Tommy in the distance.
“Hey Tommy, what are you doing out in the cold!” I shout jogging at him. There is going to be a snowstorm later, I don’t want Tommy to be caught in it, that would be very dangerous and I wouldn’t be a good friend if I abandoned him.
Turning around I gasp, his lips are purple and his nose is almost black with frostbite, “S-sorry Ranb-boo I g-got an l-little lost-t.” He stutters out.
“Oh my come in, you need to warm up,” I say, picking Tommy up as he starts to go limp. I will have to talk to Tubbo about this later. Rushing towards the house, I quickly open the door and set Tommy on the couch next to the fireplace. Running around trying to find warm things and lighters. Finally finding a match, I light the fireplace. Running upstairs to get some blankets, I find them and scramble back downstairs. I make sure Tommy is comfortable, I feel bad. Everyone is living lavish lives and the youngest of us all is out here dying alone. Getting the blankets around Tommy and the fire roaring as hot as I could make it, I start to boil some water for hot chocolate when he wakes up. Hearing a clicking of paws behind me I look around.
“Papa, why are you running around?” I hear my son ask.
“Well a dear friend of mine is in trouble right now and I needed things to help him.” I try to explain without my voice shaking too much.
“Where is dad?” Michael asks. Looking around I realize Tubbo should’ve been home by this point.
“I’m not sure, would you like to look for him?” I say, not thinking straight, rushing to make sure Tommy doesn’t die.
“Ok bye bye Papa.”
“Bye sweety,” I say, grabbing some more blankets.
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Michaels POV
Papa seemed busy, but he did say I could look for Dad. Looking through Papa and Dad’s room I don’t see anything. Oh, what is that? I grab it. It’s pretty I will show Papa later. Grabbing my stuffed cow Uncle Tommy gave me I wandered around trying to find Dad. I make it to the basement. Papa and Dad always said not to go down here… but Dad also said I could find Papa. Climbing down the latter I make it to the basement. Looking around the rows of chests I see Papa, he is on the ground. Oh well, I’m tired, maybe he was just tired too. Snuggling up with Papa’s arm over me I fall asleep.
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3rd Person POV
When Tommy is in a stable condition Ranboo is looking around for Michael.
“Michael?” He says, looking around the house. He said he was going to find Tubbo where could he have gone, right as he thinks this he notices the open trapdoor to the basement. Furrowing his eyebrows he goes down the latter, “Michael?” He calls again. Peeking around the row of chests he sees Micheal with Tubbo on the ground. Panic strikes his heart when he sees that Tubbo is looking the same way Tommy was when Ranboo found him. Rushing to the pair he checks Tubbo’s pulse. It is weak but there. Picking up both Tubbo and Michael, he scrambles up the ladder. Getting to Ranboo and Tubbo’s room he sets Tubbo down gently, scooping Michael out of Tubbo’s reach he thinks to himself, how did this even happen? It’s not cold in the basement, how could Tubbo have almost died. And the same way Tommy almost did, seems too much of a coincidence. Getting the heating blanket out and resting it on Tubbo. He runs to set Michael in his room. Grabbing Tommy on the way back, he sets Tommy on the bed with Tubbo. Getting them as warm as possible, he pulls out his communicator. Dialing Techno and Phil.
“Hello,” Techno says.
“Hey mate what’s up.” Phil chimes in
“Something is happening and I don’t know what I need your help please as fast as you can!” I speak in a hushed rush, afraid to wake the boys.
“Woah slow down mate, what’s happening?!” Phil says concerned for the monochromatic man.
“Please just hurry,” Ranboo says, dropping the communicator to the floor, and rushing back to Tommy and Tubbo. Their condition is getting better… I think?
Over with Phil and Techno who are both equally confused and worried, already on their way over.
Making it to the young couple’s house, they knock furiously on the door.
“Shhh, come in hurry,” Ranboo says, opening the door.
The two look at each other briefly before walking in.
“This way,” Ranboo says, motioning towards his shared bedroom. The others gasp at the sight. Both boys laid on the bed noses black at this point but slowly turning purple. A good sign?
“What happened,” Phil says, concerned about the boys who were like his family.
“I found Tommy wandering outside, he didn’t even have anything protecting him from the cold. And when I thought Tommy was stable I went to look for Michael who was looking for Tubbo when I wasn’t watching. Tubbo was passed out on the ground in the basement.” He explains, grabbing more logs for the fireplace.
“How did this even happen? They would’ve found help before it got too bad!” Phil says exasperated.
“Yes Tommy may be dumb but not stupid,” Techno adds, equally confused. I taught him how to survive when he was younger he couldn’t have forgotten.
“I’m not sure everything should’ve been fine. I’m not sure what’s happened. I just need your help for now, until we can figure this out.
"Of course, I will call up Niki because she is better at taking care of people. Techno, you make sure they don’t die. Ranboo, rest a little we don’t want anything happening to you.” Ranboo nodding his head goes to Michael’s room to rest with his son, after being so stressed. Techno sets his cape on the ground, bringing a chair over at the end of the bed. Watching over them closely, every flinch of Tubbo’s ram ears to the flick of Tommy’s fluffy raccoon tail. Phil left for the porch, calls up Niki.
“Niki? Are you here?” Phil asks, his frozen breath escaping his mouth as he talks.
“Yes, is there something the matter Phil?” Niki replies, her voice hinted with worry.
“You know things about the creatures of the SMP… right?”
“Yes… do you need me to look at something?” She hesitantly asks.
“Something happened to Tommy and Tubbo. I think you should take a look. We are at Ranboo and Tubbo’s house?"
Phil hears shuffling from the other line and hears. "On my way.” Coming from Niki.
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Y/n’s POV
Floating overhead I see Dream make his way to the egg and Niki to the cabin.
“Good, When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth, and here I am. Soon I will make everything better.”
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I turned 21 a week ago. Now, it’s more of a “remembering to not panic around alcohol haha that’s weird” thing. But years to months to weeks before, it was the panic that ensues for many, if not most disabled people and/or their families when they turn 21.
21 means no more IEP.
21 means no more pediatric specialists for your pediatric disorder.
21 means no more pediatric “special needs” services— and a dearth of adult ones.
21 means transition.
21 means voc rehab and higher ed, waitlists and internal dread.
21 means your diagnoses after this point are no longer developmental
21 means uncertainty.
21 means what comes next?
21 means adulthood.
21 means independence.
21 means fear.
21 means shit this is real life now.
21 means how the fuck am I going to navigate these systems.
21 means I’m doing it.
21 means remember the world isn’t built for you.
21 means remember the world doesn’t want you.
21 means it’s your time to challenge these standards in unprecedented ways.
21 means I’m scared and don’t want to.
21 means but this is how it is now.
21 means you can do it.
21 means how do I do it.
21 means only you can figure that out.
21 means you will.
21 means you will forge a path for yourself in this confusing and scary world.
more defiant whumpee stuff since i know y’all thirsty for it
(tw: restraints, cursing, beating, heavy hand whump, blood, drugging mention)
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Whumpee smirked up at the figure circling them. Even while they were bound by their wrists and ankles to a chair, with their torturer towering over them, they still felt like they were the one in control.
“Didn’t know you were into this, buddy,” they quipped. “Doesn’t seem like something you’d—”
A swift punch to the gut quieted them, and they choked out a laugh. “Haha…ow.”
Whumper snarled down at them. “You’d better take this seriously, freak. I need the passcode to that safe, and the location of it. And you don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to get it.”
Whumpee huffed out a laugh. “Aw. That’s really cute. First time doing this sort of thing, huh?”
“SHUT UP!” Whumper backhanded Whumpee, doing nothing to wipe the grin off their face, which frustrated them even more. They leaned forward to grab Whumpee by the throat.
“Shutup, or I’ll do far worse than just slap you around,” Whumper spat with a glare as they let go of their throat. Whumpee just shrugged, leaning back in the chair.
“Okay, let’s see it.” Their eyes trailed up to meet Whumper’s. “Your breath smells horrible by the way,” they added with a wink.
Whumper growled and mumbled something angrily under their breath before storming off to a chest in the corner of the room. Whumpee craned their head over, trying to see what was going on.
“Hey, what do you keep in there?” They called. “If you had any ibuprofen it’d be a godsend. My head’s killing me from listening to you!” They laughed to themselves. “And from, you know…the drugs you gave me earlier. Not nice, bud.”
Whumper returned with a hammer, dragging a small folding table with them. Whumpee winced at the screeching sound the table made when it was dragged across the floor. “Not helping the headache, asshole,” they said over the noise, rolling their eyes.
Whumper said nothing as they set the table up next to Whumpee, pulling one of their hands out of their restraints and flattening it against the table. Whumpee suppressed a giggle, not even trying to struggle.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” Whumper told them in a low voice. “You’ll tell me the location, then you’ll tell me the passcode. Each time you refuse, I break a finger with this.” They held up the hammer. “Got it?”
Whumpee glanced at their own hand, and at the hammer, and then up at Whumper. “Really?” They raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re going with?” They laughed, shrugging. “Okay. Whatever floats your boat, fucko.”
Whumper was fed up at that point. They stood back for a moment and slammed the hammer across the side of Whumpee’s head, earning a pained yelp from them.
“I’ve had enough of your stupid fucking backtalk!” Whumper snarled. “I don’t want to hear a word come out of your mouth unless it’s information about the safe!”
Whumpee groaned, dizzy from the impact of the blow. When they came back to their senses, their smile creeped back onto their face. They looked up at Whumper amiably. “Kay.”
Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and pushed their palm flat against the table, so their fingers would spread out. “Location,” they growled, raising the hammer slightly.
Whumpee never looked away from Whumper’s face. “You look so funny right now,” they said with a chuckle.
“LOCATION!” Whumper screamed, holding the hammer higher.
Whumpee’s smirk filled their whole face. “My asshole.”
CRUNCH
Whumpee’s scream rang through the small room as their pinkie finger was crushed by the hammer. Tears flowed freely as they clenched their eyes shut, their teeth grit together. Soon, though, after they blocked out the pain from their mind, their smirk returned. “That all you got?”
Whumper’s face contorted in anger. They raised the hammer again, which dripped with Whumpee’s blood.
“Location.”
“Your mom’s bed.”
CRUNCH.
“Passcode!”
“Nngh…6969.”
CRUNCH.
“WHERE IS IT?!”
“C-Check your…y-your asscrack, it might be—fuck—wedged in there…”
Whumper screamed out in frustration, beating away at Whumpee’s hand as the latter screamed their throat raw. When they were done, their hand was a bloody mess.
In their frustration, Whumper threw the hammer across the room and stormed out, slamming and locking the door. Right before Whumpee lost consciousness from the pain, they smiled to themselves.
“…See ya tomorrow,” they rasped, finally falling into unconsciousness. The smile never left their face.
Roman: *texting Logan* VIRGIL IS SLEEPING NEXT TO ME AND HE ROLLED OVER AND WAS FEELING AROUND THE BED SO I STUCK MY HAND OUT AND HE GRABBED IT AND HES HOLDING MY HAND WHILE SLEEPING HES SO CUTE FUUCK
Virgil, internally: There he is, he’s here, my favorite person in the world, the love of my life. fuck, I just want to stare at him and hold him and kiss him for the rest of my life-
pairing:gamer! student! boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x femme fatale! horny! girlfriend! Y/N word count: 1.7k words genre: smut, just porn without plot summary:He’s sure he was a virgin but after dating the horny gamer girl, he felt like his dick would just detach from his body. (lame summary) warnings: cursing, a lot of teasing, oral (male receiving), penetrative sex riding, fondling, fingering, public teasing
