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Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo have been on the run ever since their identities as werewolves - well, two werewolves and the fae hiding them - were inadvertently revealed to the members of DreamSMP. They've escaped into the borderwilds, but Ranboo's injuries have, finally, forced them to seek help on another server - one ruled over by the kindly archfae Xisuma, and peopled by his players, magical creatures of all stripes.
And it's - good. They may not feel safe enough to be openly were, but no one has questioned Ranboo's glamours, and - they're safe, at least for the moment.
And then Xisuma decides to introduce them to Ren, the king of the server.
Nobody bothered to mention that Ren, too, was a wolf.
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The rewrite! Now an actual story <3
Bookmarked by mynameisnotel (elandmisfits)
20 Jul 2025
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The first time Phil hugs him, he doesn’t know what to do. They have broken out of the Vault and Techno is covered in his shadows, and Phil isn’t afraid of him. Phil puts his arms around him and presses his face into his shoulder, and it’s like having his shadows crowd close, but better. Phil is warm, and Techno can feel his breathing, and he doesn’t have to stay close to Techno like the shadows do, but he does it anyways. Techno curls his arms around his friend and holds him, and then they hold hands when they walk into the city as free men. They eat junk food and Phil laughs with a smudge of orange dust on his cheek, and Techno thinks that he wants to see Phil laugh every day of his life.
Or: Technoblade and the man he loves, and learning what their love looks like.
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Bookmarked by mynameisnotel (elandmisfits)
20 Jul 2025
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all the right friends in all the right places by antimony_medusa for Ria_Writes_Stuff
Fandoms: Dream SMP
21 Jun 2025
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Ranboo rounded the corner into the back corner of the library, already mentally on the next item on his to-do list, he needed to not forget, and then froze in place. There was already someone sitting at the isolated table he always sat at, eating a rice salad and reading on his phone.
And– he’d been staring too long. Ranboo cleared his throat. “Uh, hi, Techno. I didn’t– know anyone else was back here.”
Techno had also paused, plastic fork in his mouth. Ranboo had met him last term, when he’d asked for a history tutor and met the sardonic pink-haired masters’ student. The tutoring sessions had been the most painless ones Ranboo had ever sat through– he might even call them friends– but that was then. He’d never really talked to the other man outside of an academic context, aside from nodding at him a few times in the coffee line. Ranboo wasn’t sure how to handle this, and Techno evidently was feeling the same way. Techno nodded at Ranboo, expression clearly trying for polite. “How’s it goin’?”
OR: this is honestly just 2k of borealtrio banter and bonding
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- Part 51 of Gift Exchange Works
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Bookmarked by mynameisnotel (elandmisfits)
19 Jul 2025
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He was wearing a boar-face mask with bloody tusks. One of the lenses over the eyes had shattered, the light from a streetlight catching on the spiderweb in the glass. The swordsman tilted his head at the hawk, clearing his throat. “Yeah?” he said.
It tucked its talons behind its back. “Good evening,” it said obediently. Speaking was always a risk, no one wanted a noisy hawk, but it could take an obvious hint.
The swordsman pointed the sword in its direction. “You work for The Brotherhood.” His voice was raspy.
He seemed to want an answer. The rain dripped out of the hawk’s hair. “Not anymore.”
“Oh.” The swordsman eyed it. The empty spots for weapons and gear at its belt, the scorch marks and slashes in its clothing, its meek stance. He cleared his throat again. “You ran?”
The hawk nodded.
“Heh.” The swordsman lowered the point of the sword. “Do y’wanna stick together?”
Or: Emduo Human Weapon Recovery Arc.
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- Part 9 of Challenge Works
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Bookmarked by mynameisnotel (elandmisfits)
19 Jul 2025
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Maybe I'll Feel This Way Forever by im_always_stressed for mothandflame
Fandoms: Dream SMP
04 Jul 2025
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Phil stepped inside and closed the door behind him, inhaled, and stiffened. There was movement a rooms-length away, small sounds bouncing off a tile floor. The clink of a spoon against ceramic, the rustle of fabric as a body shifted. He wasn’t alone in this so-called safe-house he was supposed to be hiding from his enemies in, and over his own blood and sweat, he could smell magic. The iron and dust of vampire powers, split wood and wet stone of fae magic, sunlight mingled with crushed grass that wasn’t coming from him—the telltale traces of a dozen different uses were present, but he could only hear one person breathing. At the other end of the hallway, bare feet brushed the floor and a deep voice spoke.
“Bruh, you look terrible.”
There was a wizard in the safe house. Phil bared his teeth. The fact that he couldn’t fucking see was making the hair on the back of his neck rise. “Didn’t ask for your fuckin’ opinion, caster.”
OR: Werewolf Phil takes refuge in a safe house. He is not pleased that there's someone already there.
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Bookmarked by mynameisnotel (elandmisfits)
18 Jul 2025