dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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the trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades by Odaigahara
Fandoms: Dream SMP
22 Jun 2021
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The air smelled spicy, thick and incensed, with an underlying musk like that of livestock in cramped quarters. Phil caught a whiff of Nether smoke, hot stone and sulfur. Lava nearby. That was just what he needed, wasn't it. He twisted his head off the ground as the fuzz left his sight and saw a temple constructed of basalt and netherrack, with red nylium snaking up the walls in warped formations.
There was a solid gold altar at one end of the room.
Fucking figured those villagers were cultists.
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- Part 2 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 1 of crude little wooden idols
- Part 1 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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The player in the doorway gaped at her, bruised and grimy and clearly young. “Who the actual fuck are you?”
Puffy folded into the bow that signaled friendly intent to pretty much every player she’d ever met, almost careening over from the change in position, and said as brightly as she could, “Captain Puffy! Sorry to intrude on you like this, I got shipwrecked, I think- I don’t know where I am. This is not a good day for me.”
“You’re in Logstedshire,” the boy said blankly, like she was supposed to know what that meant, and Puffy’s body took that moment to collapse from under her.
She counted herself lucky she didn’t brain herself on the door when she fainted.
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- Part 4 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 2 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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Tommy lurches for his inventory, drops a wooden pickaxe in a spray of sludge, and smacks his freed hand against tree bark. "Fuck, shit, you gelatinous bitch, get off of me, unhand me with your goop--"
He's never heard of slimes eating people. What the hell, was he just that tempting a target, weak enough that a cube that'd turned into legs decided he was a good meal? Is he that much of a pussy now?
Well, tough shit for the slime. Tommy won't go down that easy.
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- Part 8 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 3 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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The kid crouched all of a sudden and dove for a pack on the ground, jumped back upright in basically the same motion, and shouted in triumph. Techno pinned his ears flat and snarled, startled by the noise, and the kid shrieked, brandishing the bone he’d pulled out like a magic wand.
“There! Fuck yeah, now I’ve got your number. It’s dog time, bitch.”
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- Part 15 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 4 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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Tommy had been confused about the killing, wondering if they really needed all those corpses to eat and why they were shooting good food out the airlock in the first place, but once Tubbo had pulled him into the room, things had made sense again. Before that, he’d been doing what Dream said because he was alone and Dream was bigger and they had a mission, but afterwards he'd known that Tubbo and Ranboo could be like birthmates properly, guarding their cranny from adults until they were big enough to infiltrate other worlds. He'd realized where his priorities should be.
So he’d told Dream politely— or, well, not politely, he had growled quite a bit— that Ranboo and Tubbo could be included in the mission, and when Dream had come for them anyway, Tommy had fought him to the death.
Except not, because he’d woken up in an escape pod. Which was strange, because he could have sworn Tubbo had seen him try to tear Dream's head off with his teeth.
Tommy must have been a better impostor than he’d thought.
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- Part 17 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 5 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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The Blade’s eyes were closed, his snout squished into the mattress. Tommy lifted one of his ears and dropped it so it’d flop down, jumping back in case he stirred, but Technoblade only snuffled and shifted slightly, turning his face a little. A soft snore started up, rumbling deep like the inside of a volcano.
“What the fuck,” Tommy breathed. He took a stick out of his inventory and prodded Techno’s side. The piglin snorted. He poked him again– no response, holy shit– and backed up, scouring the room with a more analytical eye. Dust on the bedposts and the floor. Snuffed candles, closed books, darkened lanterns. Signs pointed to one conclusion only.
“Are you hibernating?”
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- Part 19 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 6 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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down at the end of a bombed-out street by Odaigahara for antimony_medusa
Fandoms: Dream SMP
11 Apr 2022
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"What did you say your name was again? Philza?"
Nerves shot alight across the connectors on Watson's back, a burst of cold shock. Of anxious shock, the explosive heartbeat of looking at a clock and seeing you were an hour late with no way to make a meeting, or of waking up at night without knowing what pulled you from sleep. What the fuck. This didn't fucking feel like a coincidence.
"Watson,” he bit out. “It’s– it’s Watson.”
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- Part 24 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 7 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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The power fluctuated, lights going out. Phil was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, but his eyes might as well have been closed. The darkness was so complete it was like it clasped its fingers in his, breathed through his throat-- and then, slowly, he became aware of a shift on the other side of the glass. Faint, distant movement. A soft pulse of light, pinkish-red mingled with off-white, gentle bioluminescent flickers in the engulfing blackness. Fear twisted so far around that it turned to wonder.
He thought the lights were multiple creatures close together, at first. Then the emergency lights hummed back on, and the lights on the other side suddenly resolved into a being, a huge one with a long snaking tail and brightness down its side and shoulders and flowing hair and was that a goddamn fucking mer--
The mer reeled back and disappeared into the gloom. Phil stared after it and said blankly, forgetting it was only a plush crow listening: "What the actual fuck."
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- Part 34 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 8 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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“The whole family?” Techno asked, aghast. He’d need to warn his mom if the wolves were hungry, they went after young cubs sometimes. Separate one from the group, kill it fast enough that the mother cut her losses to save the other… “I didn’t think they’d be that desperate. It’s not like it was a hard winter!”
“Settlement’s expanding, and they’re not that friendly,” Phil said with a regretful shrug. He carefully didn’t jostle the thing in his arms. “And for some reason, they think anyone who living outside their little bubble’s fucking cursed with bad luck! I’m useful enough, but as soon as you ask them to take in an orphan of their own damn kind, they start making noises about misfortune.”
Techno’s suspicion reached a fever pitch. “Phil,” he said. “Phil, what’s in the blanket.”
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- Part 51 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 9 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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“Are you aware of your location and all?” the other sacrifice pressed. “‘Cause obviously we’re in a rather, ah, concerning position. A bit of a shit position, one might say, and please don’t ask me for details on those sorts of positions or I’ll have to report you to your mother.”
“You’re saying that to an orphan?” Techno mumbled. He tried to stand, surprised himself by stumbling; the blond caught him by the arm before he could fall over completely, which turned this into an incredibly embarrassing moment he planned to forget as soon as possible. “Rude. Insensitive.”
“You’ve got pink hair and you’re like five years old, you don’t get to experience manners,” the kid informed him. “I’m Tommy, by the way, I’ve been here for fucking days. Did you happen to see the way out?”
Techno shook his head mutely. His thoughts were weirdly muddled, trampled like rotting feed; he felt like he was floating, and sitting down made the floating feeling significantly worse. Possibly a mortal form was more fragile than he’d assumed.
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- Part 57 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 10 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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hit the continent running (engines were humming) by Odaigahara for antimony_medusa
Fandoms: SMPEarth
02 Jan 2024
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Philza: Transatlantic, the Corvarians, all those motherfuckers who couldn’t handle us having a stronghold and good mines, they cut us off from everything in the darkest time of the year. They trapped us in the cold, in eternal night, because they figured if we starved to death, Port-aux-Francais would give them whatever deals they wanted, and they didn’t care who they were fucking killing.
We were peaceful, before the embargo. We just wanted trade deals, we collaborated with anyone who’d help us build our railroads. We never struck the first blow. After the embargo– after that winter– we figured that wasn’t gonna work.
Interviewer: So you adopted some new technologies.
Philza: Yeah, we had innovations in our manufacturing, our greenhouses, our fucking sanitation– but that’s not what you’re talking about, right? Forget the emperor shit. If you’re interviewing me about this, you don’t want to hear about the greenhouses.
You want to hear about the planes.
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- Part 60 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 11 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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"What the fuck are you doing here?" Philza asked. "Hell, why’d they send a single vet in the first place? That’s fucking insane.”
“So, they’ve got this theory that since I was the guy treating most of the dinosaurs here a couple years back, they’ll be more likely to let me close enough to get swabs,” Techno explained. “Which is true for the herbivores, but the Dilophosaurus? The Carnotaurus? Nah. Nah, those guys’ll kill me as soon as they look at me. They’ll let me get close to save themselves the effort of walking an extra few feet to chomp me down. I’m just going after the Pachy’s and the oviraptors at this point, and then I’m thinking I’ll call and get extracted.”
The emergency lights hummed, a persistent itch at Techno’s brain like someone dragging a fork down a ceramic plate. Somewhere down the hallway, the little raptor chuffed, like it was talking to itself; outside, past the thick metal door, a Brachiosaurus bellowed as the herd gathered in for the evening. It sounded like a foghorn going off.
“Wasn’t thinking I’d mention you, though,” Techno added. “If you wanna live out here, dude, that’s none of my business. I’m not being paid enough to be a snitch.”
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- Part 61 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 12 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]