Please do read this before proceeding with the rest of my blog, thank you!
About Me!
You may call me as Ran (I will not disclose my real name)
I use they/them pronouns as I do not wish to reveal my gender (and also because personal reasons)
I am not a minor, but I will not disclose what my age is!
Do keep in mind I am a full time student! So this blog will not always be my priority as I only started it for fun and enjoyment.
This is also a sideblog! My main is @randonomain
This is my second time posting fanfiction on a platform! I used to update a book on wattpad but I eventually fell out of that fandom. That book is now gathering dust alongside my account 😂.
I will add to this about me when I find out what needs to be here haha.
Rules and Requesting!
I write for the Dream SMP!
I will strictly write for in-game only.
I will not write nsfw/18+ because I am not good with it and also I am uncomfortable writing it (this may change).
I do write yandere, but keep in mind that I probably am not good compared to other writers.
I have the right to decide which requests I will accept and write. Please respect this because I may be uncomfortable with things I am unaware of yet.
I will not be tolerating any form of hate on this blog, I will purposely ignore any of them that are blatant disrespect and hate.
First and foremost, I'd like to apologize for my inactivity on Tumblr since the midway of March. I was already doing requests at that point , nearing finish the Sapnap request, until my tumblr draft got murdered. So that heavily disencouraged me to write because I lost all the progress so I took a few days off.
I don't usually want to share my real life happenings online, but this also is important for my followers to know. I'm a graduating student so we have to finish all our requirements a month and a half before the rest of the levels. This is because of the preparation for our graduation ceremony. Due to this, our professors have to cram several tests, papers, and projects in a shorter span of time than we can handle.
My mental health also hasn't been great for the past few weeks, even though I sleep the recommended hours I feel tired and uninspired to go and do my work for school, home, and writing.
I won't make any promises or excuses, but I also won't beat myself up over things I can't control. So to make this formal and official, I'll be extending my soft hiatus for at most 2 weeks. By then our workload should be manageable. I have some shorter writings that I will upload when I have any free time. That is all, and thank you.
I was tagged by @scuttlingseaurchin-deactivated2 weeks ago (yes, I waited so long that the tagger got deactivated 😆 ), so I thought I’ll finally do this.
Last song: I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace Violet Orlandi ft Halocene cover.
Last movie: The Last Days of Edgar Harding (2011)
Currently watching: The Living and the Dead (such gorgeous cinematography and woods 😉).
Currently reading: “Cursed” by Thomas Wheeler.
Currently craving: some painkillers. My head is killing me. 😆 Also ice cream.
Tagging: everyone who feels like doing this. Just say I tagged you. 😀
This is my entry for @sugarsoftie‘s 600 follower special! Again, congrats for the 600 followers!
“I can’t believe I used to love you” | Angst | Staring into his eyes, you know he is no longer the one you gave your heart to.
A melody filled the air as people filed into the walls of Manburg. You stood at the sides, welcoming those that came to attend the festival. You shake hands with them as they move to the main section of the festival. As the last of the guests enter, you turn and look over the place. You note the decorations strewn around, set up by Tubbo and Fundy. The colorful balloons and banners making the festival look welcoming and warm. Your eyes trailed to the many booths and stalls open, the vendors preparing their products. You see Niki preparing baked goods by her stall, the smell of freshly made bread wafting through the air. Your train of thought was interrupted when someone put their hand on your shoulder. You flinched in surprise, turning around to face them.
You breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Tubbo. “Don’t startle me like that! I could have gotten a heart attack Tubs.” You exaggerate, letting out a chuckle. You hear Tubbo giggle too, but he stops as he tries to speak. “Sorry (Y/N), but uh, Schlatt wants to speak you before the festivities all properly start.”
“Ah, what does our dear president want now.” You sigh, nodding to Tubbo in acknowledgment and turning to leave for whatever business Schlatt may have with you.
You were an advisor and cabinet member of L’manburg, no Manburg when Schlatt came to power. Despite not being an original citizen and just a bystander and audience member in the election, Schlatt had decided you were worthy of being part of his cabinet, you think. When the original founder of the country was cast out of his creation, you had opted not to attack and join the ones who smelled blood and attacked, following the orders of the current president.
You took to your assigned task efficiently, you followed through with the decisions made in the cabinet meetings and gave out your thoughts and opinions on the matter. Though you did not fail to notice the glances the president threw at you. When you decided to confront Schlatt about his staring, he had bravely spoken of his interest for you. Stating that your sharp mind and intellect, along with the fact that you were on good terms with most of the people in the smp, were qualities he saw as admirable. You remember your flushed cheeks over the praise, the warm feeling in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach.
But the thing you would never forget would be the look he gave you while you two were alone in his office. His eyes full of desire and passion, for you.
You stop your thought when you arrive at the podium. Schlatt is speaking with his vice-president, Quackity, with a topic you couldn’t quite hear well at the distance you were at. You waited for a few minutes until Schlatt let out an exasperated sigh and walked down the stage, coming to face you. “Ey (Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you my favorite cabinet member” he cackles.
You put a small smile on your face at his words. “That’s nice of you to say, but if I am your favorite then why is Big Q the Vice-President?” you joke, letting out a giggle. “If I were a spectator, I’d point out how it seems you favor him over me.” You continue.
You hear him let out a deep bawl of laughter, which eggs you on to continue your giggling. “Darling, if I didn’t have him as my Vice-President, I wouldn’t be leading Manburg now, would I?” he jested, gesturing into the air.
You let out a chuckle at his statement. “Well, what did you want to speak with me about?” you ask, staring at the horned man in front of you. He begins to compose himself and pats his attire down to make sure he looks presentable. “You remember of my plans for this great country, right?” he asks.
You nod in response. “Schlatt, of course I do, I am actively assisting in the affairs of the state or have you forgotten?” you tease.
“Yeah yeah, well I got some news from a little birdie that someone on my cabinet has been colluding with Pogtopia.” He deadpanned, a steely look on his features. “And I know just how to deal with that little mole.”
“Well, you know how I invited Technoblade to this festival, well I was thinking…why not have him kill our traitor. It’s appropriate! The best warrior of the rebellion striking down their own informant!” he declared, a wicked grin on his face.
“Who…is this mole anyway? I have a sneaking suspicion it is Fundy; his dear old dad is the exiled leader. Or perhaps it’s Niki, she and Wilbur are close.” You put out, gripping your chin in thought.
“Tubbo, the one I made my right-hand man.”
Your face pales, of course that Tubbo would come to the rebels’ aid. Tommy is his best friend; he was willing to do anything for the boy. And with knowing of what Schlatt’s plans are for the kid, you feel dread settle in. How could he think of something so gruesome for the boy?
“You, you can’t possibly be serious Schlatt?!” you shout, mouth agape in shock as your mind races. “He…Tubbo is just a child! You can’t do that to him!” you declare, looking up to glare at the man in front of you.
“And you think that absolves him of his betrayal to Manburg, to me, to US!” he retorted, bringing a hand up in anger to rake through his dark locks. “I know you care about the kid but c’mon, he’s a traitor! You can’t hold any love for him.” He added, before turning to leave and walk up the stage.
“This conversation isn’t over. You can’t walk away!” You grab his arm to stop him, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from him. He turns back around and raises your hand above your head.
“I can, and I will. I’m the president of Manburg. I am it’s ruler, it’s law, and I can do whatever the hell I want!” he shouted in your face. Your eyes widen, this was the first time you and he had ever gotten into an argument. You usually could temper the situation before it escalated, with you reluctantly agreeing into whatever he wanted.
You stare into his dark orbs. These eyes that you once loved, when they playfully glared at you, closed when you let out a joke, and gave a loving gaze whenever you helped in his plans. These eyes now something you feared. A deep darkness threatening to swallow you whole, consume your very essence and force you to submit to its darkest desires. These eyes that no calm you but induce a fear of being the next hurdle to be removed.
You recoil in panic, letting out a soft sob and stare down at the ground. Tears pool in the corner of your eyes as Schlatt let’s go of your wrist. “This is an order, (Y/N), stay in the white house for the rest of the festival. We’ll have a talk after all of this, resist, and I’ll give you a first-row seat to Tubbo’s execution. Got it?” he threatened, turning to walk up the stage. Leaving you to lean your back against the foundation. You let the tears spill out, like a dam finally being opened, your feelings flowed out. Each of your tears holding a fragment of the many emotions you felt. Panic, fear, anger, guilt, pain, betrayal.
“I can’t believe I used to love you…” you mutter out, pulling your knees into your chest and continued sobbing. The noise of the festivities blocking out your wailing.
A/N: I do hope this isn’t a bit too late. I’ve just been not feeling well these past few days. Like...not up to eat, I’m always tired, and not many things get me happy anymore. I dunno, maybe it’s just that seasonal down periods. Anyways, I’m still in the process of writing the headcanon requests but desperately wanted to get this out. Hope you enjoy!
Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]
A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
YOOOOO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K!
Im very surprised a lot of people enjoyed my word vomit XD
I’m currently working on all my requests but I took a break for a few days after exams since I felt very burnt out, ya know.
But I should have some out this weekend and next week, hopefully.
Very Proud of Mr. Ranboo for getting 12k+ subs for just this stream, reaching multiple sub goals, and almost reaching 46k+ subs.
Also I just came in to the stream and he was probably, most likely, without a doubt, in tears (just a tiny bit). You go Mr. Boo!
Very Proud of Mr. Ranboo for getting 12k+ subs for just this stream, reaching multiple sub goals, and almost reaching 46k+ subs.
Also I just came in to the stream and he was probably, most likely, without a doubt, in tears (just a tiny bit). You go Mr. Boo!
I am writing the current requests I have, prioritizing the two oldest ones, but It may take me a while since I have projects to pass this week, I have exams next week, and I have to finish unpassed school stuff 2 weeks from now. So I apologize in advance if your request isn’t published early :<
(Also because I need to catch up on missed streams in my spare time)
okay so like the way some of the great mcyt writers on tumblr liked/reblogged the Servant! Reader post, alongside my other two makes me so embarrassed because they’re really great writers and I-
