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oh, tommy [wilbur soot]

pairing: wilbur soot x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: tommyinnit finds out a secret. tommyinnit cannot keep said secret.

wc: 1.5k

anon asked: "could you write just a fluffy piece for wilbur where everyone on the dream smp knows wilbur likes you, except you. one day someone slips up and casually tells you he’s in love with you with a fluffy confession from wilbur himself??"

a/n: happy mcc day! this is my first time writing wilbur so i'm sorry if its a bit out of context, i'll get better at his character after a few more works!

tw: none!

generally speaking, wilbur soot was a pretty private person. he tended to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, and on occasion, to his closest friends. much to his misfortune, tommyinnit happened to be one of those friends.

tommy had just finished setting up his stream, ready to go live for his thousands of viewers. he was doing a chill stream, and seeing as though phil and wilbur were already hanging out in a vc, he figured he’d pop in and invite them.

he hit join, hearing them in the middle of a conversation, so he decided he would simply wait for them to finish to make himself known.

“they’re just so great, phil. they’ve always been there for me, through so much. i really care for them.” he rambled, and tommy sat staring at his discord screen, mouth agape.

“i’m sure y/n feels the same way, mate. you should tell them.” phil replied, casually. tommy was practically bouncing in his seat, excitement flooding his being.

“you and y/n?” he screamed, and wilbur and phil instantly fell silent, taken aback by his presence. “oh, hello by the way!”

“tommy?” wilbur questioned, his heart plummeting. “tommy, please do not tell them.” he stated firmly, and tommy put his hands up in surrender, despite them not being able to see him.

“come on, wil! i’m great at keeping secrets. don’t even worry, big man!” he assured, though neither wilbur nor phil was fully convinced.

for good reason.

since then, tommy had likely told every person on the dream smp save for y/n. tubbo, ranboo, george, you name someone on the server, chances are they knew at the hands of tommy. it was truly a miracle he hadn’t accidentally leaked wilbur’s feelings for you on stream.

wilbur gave up trying to stop his antics long ago, considering most people on the smp would respect the fact he didn’t want you to find out, especially not from someone else.

at the end of the day, he knew tommy meant no harm and didn’t do anything intentionally, so he simply brushed it off with a small sigh and a shake of his head each time.

besides, even if he was teased about you, there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d actually pick up on the true underlying meaning. you’d simply brush it off as playful banter between two close friends, blissfully unaware of everything around you.

oh how he both loved and hated your obliviousness.

you, wilbur, tommy and tubbo had been planning a meet up for the longest time, and finally, you decided to do it. the day came quickly, and before you knew it, wilbur was parked outside your house with tommy and tubbo both in the car, waving frantically as you locked the door behind you and all but flew down the steps to the vehicle.

you first hugged the younger boys who'd met you halfway, glancing up as wilbur slowly made his way over. you smiled brightly, running the rest of the way and barrelling into his chest.

wilbur made a sort of grunt of surprise, before his beautiful laugh rang out in your ear, warming your heart. he wrapped his arms around you tightly, and you could easily say you’d never felt so safe.

“hi.” wilbur muttered, amusedly. you pulled away, shoving him slightly and pouting.

“you haven’t seen me in over a year and the first thing you do is make fun of me?” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and sticking out your bottom lip.

as they watched the interaction, the two younger boys snickered quietly. “they’re deffo flerting!” tubbo whispered, and tommy broke, doubling over in laughter. tubbo joined in, the two simply laughing loudly amongst themselves.

you and wilbur turned in surprise, wilbur’s eyes narrowing suspiciously. “tommy. tubbo.” he scolded, his usual soft voice coming out far more intimidating. you forced yourself to contain your laughter as the boys straightened up immediately, eyes wide in shock of being caught. “what are you laughing about?”

tubbo took a subtle step back, pushing tommy forward and laying the burden on him. this earned him a small glare, but tommy’s playful nature rebounded immediately and he was back to his chaotic jokes. “well, wilbur. we were talking about how you and your partner y/n were just in your own little world, flirting away and being grossly couple-y!”

tubbo gasped, wilbur tensed and tommy’s hand flew to his mouth. you were completely oblivious to these actions, however, as you were too busy laughing blissfully to notice. the boys all watched as you wiped a tear of laughter from your eye, finally coming back to earth. “that- that’s funny tommy! wil and i? please!”

wilbur frowned, and tommy and tubbo offered him pitying glances, to which you finally picked up on. “hey, why the long faces? what’s wrong?” you asked, eyes jumping between your friends anxiously. “did i say something?” you frowned, and wilbur sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“y/n, i think we should take a walk. i have something to tell you.” he muttered, and you nodded, dread flooding you as you passed your keys to the boys, telling them they were free to hang out inside as you followed wilbur to the old park down the road.

for the first time since you and wilbur had become friends, you found nothing to say to each other. the walk was silent, tense. he sat wordlessly on an empty park bench, and you followed. you could practically feel the unspoken words rattling around his head, his thoughtful expression doing nothing to calm your nerves. “wil?” you asked, quietly. this broke him from his stupor, offering you an apologetic smile.

you hadn’t realized you’d been fidgeting with your hands until wilbur’s large ones encased your own. “you can relax, you know. it’s just me.” he reminded gently, his voice alone was enough to convince you. taking a deep breath, you smiled and nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“i don’t think there’s any easy way to say this, and i really hope what i’m about to tell you doesn’t ruin our friendship.” he started, and you smiled, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

“nothing you could say to me would ruin our friendship, wil.” you promised, and he smiled, nodding his head slowly. you thought you heard him mumble something like ‘i hope so’ under his breath, but you weren’t sure if you imagined that or not.

“we’ve been friends for as long as i can remember, and we’ve been through so much together. i don’t know what i’d do without you, really. i’ve thought over how to bring this up so many times, and i was even working on a song about you, but i guess now is as good of a time as any. i’m in love with you, y/n, and i understand if you don’t feel the same, but i just wanted you to know.”

a heavy silence fell over the two of you, allowing his confession to sink in. wilbur was in love with you? you thought back to all the times you spent cuddled on his couch, watching stupid comedies you made fun of the entire time. you thought about the late night vcs and constant teasing. you thought about the way you smiled at the mere mention of his name.

the way you instantly felt safe in his arms.

a sudden rush of butterflies swarmed inside of you, heat creeping up your cheeks as you looked into the eyes of your best friend. his expression was neutral, though you could see the anxiety swirling through his mind.

finally catching up with your thoughts, a bright smile stretched across your face as you launched forward, tugging wilbur into a tight embrace, much like the one you’d given him earlier. you basked in the feeling of home that was his arms, and you pulled back to place a gentle kiss against his lips. he smiled into the kiss, breaking it gently.

leaning your forehead against his own, you giggled dreamily, his smile widening at the sound of your laugh. you stayed there, soaking in the moment for a few seconds longer before you pulled away, standing and tugging gently on his hand, motioning for him to stand. “we should probably get back to the boys, they’re impatient enough as is.” you muttered, and wilbur sighed, nodding.

he stood, readjusting your grip on his hand to interlace your fingers, the two of you walking back towards your house. “you’re probably right. let’s make sure they haven’t broken anything, yeah?”

you paused for a moment, frowning while you looked back up at wilbur, who gave you a confused look in return. “does this mean we owe tommy a thank you now?” you asked teasingly, and wilbur groaned playfully, running a hand through his hair once more.

you both laughed, hand in hand as you stepped up to your property, ready to have a fun-filled day with the younger boys you saw as brothers, and ready to be teased like hell from them for the entire time.

hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol

-🎀 anon

oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL

MCYT ; "in my baker era"

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, karl jacobs, cellbit, & punz

warnings ; language, mentions of drugs

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'

literally has the widest smile on his face

shows off the goods to the stream

"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"

you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"

bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit

he feeds chat as well dw

TUBBO

"Oh, hi y/n/n. wh- ohmygosh, thank you!"

smiles and gives you a little hug before showing off the goodies to stream & his friends

"look what y/n made me! I can't wait to try these" He smiles looking back at you

"new recipe, tell me if you like them"

"will do!"

he gives you a thumbs up as he shoves his mouth full of the cupcakes

safe to say he's a fan of the birthday cake flavored cupcakes

RANBOO

"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"

does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀

"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"

"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"

"BAHHAHAHAH"

literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO

he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO

BADLINU

"Hey love- oh, hi!"

all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry

"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate

he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on

it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him

the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing

he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.

there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO

QUACKITY

"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"

does a 360 of the plate for the camera

"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"

he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO

"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"

"cocaine"

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"

you're just playing into the bit dw

best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten

CELLBIT

"Hey darling, what's up?"

you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍

turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"

he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions

like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc

he shares it with you too 💔🫶

NIHACHU

"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"

"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"

she holds that little glass like it's her child

she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"

shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too

"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"

"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"

FOOLISH GAMERS

when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.

"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"

literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down

"since when do you make fudge??"

"since I wanted to try" you shrug

"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"

"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"

KARL JACOBS

"Hi babe! Oh my God, thank you!!"

literally jumping around

you made him a chocolate cake, and the icing was multicolored and you made sure to make it like karl themed basically

it was so cute omg

"guys!! look what they made me, I love my partner so fucking much!"

gives you multiple kisses before he gulps it down lmaooo

PUNZ

"Hey, babe"

you hold out the cheesecake for him like "eat, I know it's one in the morning but eat"

he graciously accepts it, he didn't have the motivation to try and make grilled cheese in the air fryer again

"when did you make this??"

"earlier, you've been down here for a while, dude"

"oh, true. thank you" He smiles, taking a bite

you talk to chat while he eats and stuff lmao

SLIMECICLE

"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"

does a 360 for stream

"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"

"special treat" you shrug

you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭

he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶

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Tommy

Tubbo

Ranboo

💜 DAY 8 OF MONSTER WEEK [HALLOWEEN] — GHOST TUBBO

[1800+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You go Ghost hunting and end up meeting a traumatized ghost.

[Read the rest under the cut]

"This is so creepy," You murmur, slowly trailing the light of your flashlight across the dull, stone walls. The buildings, ruins of some old castle, were horror movie material. It made it really popular a while back when a few Ghost hunters filmed an episode focusing on its apparent haunting.

You're sure it's all just babble meant to sell more tourist traps and attract ghost nuts. That's the only reason you accept your friends' dare to explore the place but now that you're actually here, you're regretting that decision a bit.

A loud gust of wind shakes the windows and you bite your tongue, trying to shake off your nerves. There were probably other people inside as well, so at the very least you're not alone.

You tug at one of the many doors, though this one is distinctly unique in that the locked bolt is on the outside. You tug at the rusty bolt and it snaps off instantly. Guilty, you drop it to the floor, looking around for witnesses. No one's around though so you kick the bolt far, far away. No evidence.

Of course, you've already unlocked it You strain yourself for almost a minute trying to pry the door open but even unlocked, it's almost glued shut. You turn to walk away when a quiet 'creeeak' comes from behind.

You whirl around, hands trembling. The door is wide open now, framing a desolate and dark room, enveloped in thick shadows. You fumble with your flashlight and it falls to the floor, rolling about a foot away from you and right in front of the now-unlocked door.

You slowly step forward, squatting down to pick up the flashlight without taking your eyes off the door and its tempting entrance.

You know there are other people in the castle, you broke in easily enough so you know entering wouldn't be a problem for others. Knowing this, you jump to thinking it's someone pulling your leg, hoping that's all there is to it. But there's a sinking in your stomach, tossing and turning and thinking that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a prank but something else. Something otherworldly.

You tighten your hold on your flashlight, just in case, and step through the door. You're swept by a wave of chills instantly, though all the windows in this particular room are clamped shut and sealed like they were trying to keep something trapped inside.

You walk towards the bed that's oddly enough set in the exact middle of the room. You scan the flashlight across the room, realizing distantly how the furniture makes the room look like a dungeon. It's all muted colours, dusty beyond belief. You think back to the rusty bolt you snapped off and realize that no one's entered the room in what's probably been decades.

You walk around the bed to see the other side of the room when you spot marks against the floor. You stifle a gasp by biting your tongue, staring at the marks with wide eyes. You trace the marks leading from 4 spots, 2 against a wall and another 2 evenly spaced in front of them, scratched into long lines leading towards the bed. Your brows furrow as you realize the marks are from someone pushing the bed into the middle of the room. Weird.

You don't have to worry about it for long because you're immediately faced with an even worse issue. The door shuts and you instantly run towards it. "Fuck,"

You're so screwed, so so screwed. The door isn't opening no matter how much you push and shove. You know it's not locked, you had broken that before entering, but it feels like someone barricaded it with ten tons, impossible to push or even make budge.

You get goosebumps instantly, a burning chill spreading behind your back, feeling like someone standing, pressed behind you. You whirl around and there is nothing, no one. You cast the light of your flashlight across the room rapidly and your heart leaps to your throat when you double-take to a slumbering figure on the bed. The bed you were previously standing next to. The (previously) empty one.

it's made of different shades of white, casting the room in a moody glow. You're entranced by the beauty of the sleeping figure, feeling your nerves settling just by looking at the peaceful face of the slumbering teen. You take a step towards them, feeling out of control of your own body. You keep walking in a trance until you're a step away from the bed, close enough to see the muted shades of colour.

You lean towards them, just to admire them. It's an instinct, the same way a baby cries when they're hungry. You want to know how it feels to sleep so peacefully. You want to sleep long enough to know how it feels when your bones turn to ash…

Their eyes fly open and you're instantly shot back into your body, falling back onto your butt, trembling. Their skin is more pigmented now, flushed with energy in the same way that yours is now pale like someone applied a white overlay to it. You don't know where your flashlight is so you stumble to your feet and almost trip over a table trying to find the door.

"You look fucking stupid," It giggles like your panic is amusing. They admire their skin, which is still glowing radiantly, but it's stronger now. If you could describe it you'd say that earlier it was a dying ember and now it's a strong flame. "I took a bit too much energy from you, sorry for that."

It stretches leisurely, "Though if I hadn't stopped you, you would've lost your soul so really you should thank me."

You finally find the door but it's still locked. You push at it, putting all your weight behind it. Your knees go weak and you almost fall to the floor, exhausted and panting.

"That's not going to work," It watches you, frowning. It shakes it's head when you push yourself to stand taller, sighing when you try slamming the door open and failing. "You should stop trying, you're only going to fail."

"What do you want," You cry out, feeling drained both mentally and emotionally, not to mention psychically. Though you do have that fucking ghost to blame for that last one. "Why won't you let me leave."

Its face twists at your words like the word is revolting, though it's overshadowed by the raw sadness dragging its otherworldly beauty down. "We can't leave. The door has to stay shut. It has to stay shut."

"it was open earlier," You stutter as their eyes settle on you, full of more emotions than just the amusement you saw earlier. "How do you think I got in?"

Its face is full of despair as they stare at the door, anxiously pressing itself into one of the bedposts. "No one saw you enter. No one heard the door close. If they did…" They look back to you, "Where were they, why didn't they stop you? Maybe… Maybe this is a trick."

"What trick," You find the energy to stand again, staring them down. "Why can't we open the door."

"You're trying to get me to open the door so I get in trouble again," They murmur anxiously, their skin pulsing with vibrant, human colours. "I can't leave, I can't leave, never again."

"No one's waiting out there to hurt you," You drop your tone to a low, soothing hush, "I just want to go home. Please just let me open the door."

"It's not me," They whispher, "It's the maids. They've locked me in here again. We can't leave until they say so. We can't leave or they'll hurt us. They're only pretending to be gone, they tricked both of us."

You almost scream in frustration. None of your words are getting through to him. Instead, you slowly walk over, "No one is out there, I checked. The only person keeping you trapped here is you. We can leave."

"What?" They scan your face, hands trembling. You're standing next to the bed and you hesitantly offer your hand. They stare at it for a second, their voice comes out a whisper, "Are you sure?"

When you nod, he sets his hand into yours. They don't really step onto the floor, their feet are more whisphy, but he's on the same level as you now. He stares at the door, face still haunted, so you take the first step towards it.

He trails after you, still holding your hand. When your hand wraps around the handle, his breath stops (though you imagine as a ghost it's unneeded). The door slowly pushed open and they squeezed your hand anxiously, eyes darting around the empty, dark hallway. There is no one there though and he is still trembling.

"They could be hiding," They whisper low, setting your hair on edge. They hurriedly tug you back. "They're going to come back, we need to go back inside."

"No," You say firmly and start dragging him along with all your might. You need to leave and evidently, so does this ghost. You turn the corner and it's empty, he seems more anxious at that sight. You turn another corner and then another and then you are standing in an overgrown garden.

The ghost seems mesmerized by the plants, staring at them with an alienated fascination. They let go of your hand to walk towards a flower, hands spreading frost across its petal. He doesn't seem to know how much strength to hold it with and he rips a petal off. He tries again, smoothing the petal between his fingers. It looks ice cold now but he is smiling brightly, skin back to a softer, pastel light.

"No one is here anymore," He mutters to you, entranced by the flowers the same way you were entranced by him earlier. He looks up at you, "I never asked your name, did I?"

"I'm Y/N," You say softly, taking one of the fallen petals into your hand. As you had thought, it is cold but it is also beautiful. Memorialized in the ice, almost. "I didn't ask your name either."

"Oh," They look over to the plants again, "I've never… I'm Tubbo. I'm the- I was the prince. I think I'm dead now."

"Yeah," You nod. "I think it sucks you were trapped in that room for so long."

"It did suck," He takes a deep breath in, "But I don't have to go back now. My father, King Schlatt, hated me. He hated even looking at me. I wasn't allowed to leave my room. It got so lonely and now… I don't know now."

"Now you're free." You take his hand and put the frozen petal on his palm. He looks back up at you, starry-eyed. "You can go anywhere. You don't have to be alone anymore."

"Can I come with you," He says breathily, excited. "I've always wanted to see the kingdom. I've only read books. How much has changed?"

You can't help but laugh, "Okay. I guess I've got a ghost buddy now."

{《☆》}

[This wasn't supposed to be this long or depressing ngl but i love a good angsty backstory. Anyways lore time, TW FOR THIS SECTIONS!!! Tubbo is a dead prince who as we find out had been hated by his father, king Schlatt and basically exiled to a separate wing of the palace. He is locked in his room most of the time and has been traumatized repeatedly whenever he leaves, usually by the guard and maids who lock him in there. After the palace got destroyed by rioters, Tubbo died of starvation in his room and came back as a ghost due to the traumatic experiences he faced. He still doesn't leave the room though because he's afraid of being hurt again and still believes he's being locked in there as punishment until you help him through that.]

[Anyways the next two posts will be spread out over the next day because I was too ambitious in my planning but rest assured, I will post them even if they're a bit late.]

[L0v3 k1ng]

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baking with tommyinnit and tubbo

pronouns: they/them summary: baking with tubbo and tommy is chaotic af :) requested: yes a/n: tysm for 100 followers, sorry i was gone for so long <3 tw: swearing and a TON of fluff wc: 0.4k

- first things first: this is chaotic as HELL

- you were ATTEMPTING to make a cake (a bee themed one, requested by tubbo) and you were all actually really stoked to do it !!

- so lets start off with tubbo, he is genuinely trying his best and wants to do well!

- he'll help you if you can't get the exact amount of milk in the bowl, or if you're struggling to crack an egg

- just a sweetheart <3

- but he mayyyyy throw a bit of flour in your direction occasionally ;)

- as for tommy...

- *insert deep sigh here*

- you and tommy will stick your fingers in the mixture and just straight up eat it when tubbo has his back turned

- and tommy will purposely pour the completely wrong ingredients into the bowl just to be annoying

- "are you tryiNG TO KILL US, TOMMY?!"

- "pfft, no-"

- will start a food fight

- you and tubbo vs tommyinnit himself

- but to spice things upppp, you would decide to betray tubbo for shits and giggles

- "y/n, how could you..."

- "it was never meant to be..."

- tubbo would probably still win lmao-

- after what felt like hours, and after a scolding from tubbo's mum, the cake would be in the oven and you were on to the best part

- CLEANING UP !!!

- we all love that part, right? right... guys?

- tommy was on washing up duty and would attempt to speed run it like he was dream or sum shit

- tubbo would put away all of the dishes after tommy washed them (tubbo would probably have to rewash them tbh)

- and you, well, you probably ran off to hang out with tubbo's sister

- but when the cake was out of the oven and you left it to cool, it was onto the decorating

- tubbo would probably take over since you and tommy can't keep your shaky ass hands still for two seconds

- tommy would most likely chase you around the kitchen holding a piping bag as tubbo just peaceful draws bees on the cake

- honestly i was just picturing that one brooklyn nine-nine meme where gina is just vibing as everyone's just fighting in the back but anywAYS-

- the cake genuinely looked good !!! (thanks to bee boy)

- but then it came to the taste test

- and it tasted

- like

- shit...

- "why is it so salty?"

- "..."

- "TOMMYINNIT, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

- turns out tommy poured salt instead of sugar in oops

- but what did you expect?

- overall, baking with tommyinnit and tubbo is hella fun :)

What movie you would watch together (platonic)

• Tubbo- Mama Mia

• He is obsessed, your honor

• He will be singing this. As. Loud. A. Possible. At. 3. AM.

• Fundy- Sound of Music

• Julie Andrews my beloved

• Just a classic guy, y’know?

• Technoblade- Phantom of the Opera

• Speaking of classic…

• This dude is classy

• The style? *chefs kiss*

• The taste? Immaculate

• But yeah, his voice would go great with this song

• Ranboo- All of the Musical

• THIS DUDE I AM PHYSICALLY UNABLE TO CAN

• He is the poster child for musical theater kid

• But yeah

• I could pick just one for him

• Karl Jacobs- High School Musical

• C’mon

• One person

• One person

• Tell me im wrong

Favorite Board Game

TUBBO- CANDY LAND

› Enjoys a good, easy game

› Until this mans cheats

› Doesn't even try to hide it

› "You have no way of proving it."

› "You MOVED YOUR PIECE DURING MY TURN"

› The audacity

TECHNOBLADE- SCRABBLE

› Hehe former English major knows big words

› Uses some fuckin' plethora

› "What the hell is a "vamoose?'

› "Not a word you know, apparently. L"

RANBOO - CLUE

› Are you ready for Buzzfeed Unsolved, Sherlock Holmes, and John Mulany to become a toxic mix?

› The answer is no

› No, you aren't

› "HmMMmMMmMm.... my dective senses are tingling":|

› "I bet they fucking are"

› "THE SPIDEY SENSES NEVER LIE"

KARL - JENGA

› ..Until he loses

› You nudge each other during turns

› 'Accidentally' knock the tower down

"YOU BUFFOON"

› "I hate this game........ welp time for another round of this game

Masterlist

Ranboo

Board Game

Movie Watching

Tubbo

Board Game

Movie Watching

Technoblade

Board Game

Movie Watching

Karl

Board Game

Movie Watching

Dream

none yet

Georgenotfound

none yet

JackManifoldTV

Baking with The Manifold

Corpse Husband

none yet

Fundy

Movie watching

oodles-o-noodles masterpost

requests are open

about me — hi, i’m oodles or mj! (any pronouns.) the dsmp has been on my mind for the longest of times, so i decided to start an ‘x reader’ and sometimes 'x cc!,/c!/au!' blog.

about this blog — in this blog, i’ll be writing for the dsmp men that includes imagines, scenarios, blurbs, headcanons, etc.

dsmp people i write for — dream, sapnap, george, corpse, tubbo, tommy, ranboo, jack, quackity, fundy, c!techno, and foolish <to expand>

If anyone is uncomfortable with being written for, I will need where they said that, and I will remove it immediately!

requests are open! so, feel free to send in any you have. anything i am not comfortable with writing will be on my rules!

Here is my masterlist