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Little Wemmbu and his parents move into a new house.
Unfortunately for his parents, the monsters that ocupy the house don't like them very much.
They like the baby though!
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In one twist, due to a few small changes, Prince Arctic hesitates before he accidentally murders the pursuing IceWing guards with enchanted spears, keeping his conscience intact, as well as the health of Snowflake and Snowfox, but at the cost of his own freedom and happiness.
Arctic and a gravid Foeslayer are captured before they can escape the IceWing kingdom, and they are harshly punished by the vindictive Queen Diamond.
Darkstalker, as a hatchling, reflectively casts his first enchantment to change his appearance, saving himself as the guards take his sister instead.
The IceWing-NightWing hybrid is raised as a lowly, half-breed outlander, a not-prince with no true prospects or future, other than what little Queen Diamond can squeeze out of him.
When he turns seven, he is asked to grant the IceWings a noble gift.
He calls it the gift of freedom.
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- Part 1 of Wings of Fire - The More Things Change
Bookmarked by StormSaga
08 Jul 2026
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Miracles With A Side Of Sarcasm by Beesgobzzz
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
21 Nov 2025
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Wilbur flopped onto the couch, legs stretched out as he grabbed his phone.
“You get the smaller room which is on the left there.” Wilbur pointed to a small, narrow hallway that had three doors in total. “The bathroom is across from your door. Rent’s due on the first.”
Dream raised a brow. “That’s it? No interview? No rules?”
Wilbur turned on the television in front of him with a remote. “I don’t care what you do as long as you pay your share. Just don’t touch my stuff.”
Dream considered that. No fake niceties, no over-the-top friendliness. Just two people coexisting. It was perfect.
“Alright, deal.” Dream said. “Should I come back tomorrow morning with my stuff?”
Wilbur waved him off. “Sure, sure. I’ll also give you a copy of the keys tomorrow too.”
It was almost too perfect.
He should’ve known there was a catch.
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Dream gets a roommate who's a little more than he could handle... Wait- what do you mean his roommate is a villain? Say what? Oh- and lil note but Dream has a pretty powerful ability... yep- this is going to end totally fine.
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07 Jul 2026
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“So… we’re just not going to talk about the fact that Dream just defied all logic and reality? Shouldn’t he be feeling a little bit of a rebound from his powers?”
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Dream huffed. “Don’t mention it. And Wilbur, the rules remain the same. This time was an exception but don’t do it again.”
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Wilbur is freaking out over the fact that Dream doesn't care that they know, despite what could happen to him if this gets out. Also, Schlatt is his boss. They're friends! :)
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“I’ll patch up your dying friend here-” he pointed to Punz, “-but in return, you three never come up to me again. Ever. No creepy notes under my door. No ‘we owe you one’ garbage. No showing up at the bar I work at acting all mysterious in the corner booth-”“That’s oddly specific.” George deadpans.
“I get weird customers but that’s not the point,” Dream said
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“Don’t mind them, it’s just rare,” Punz said with a calm shrug, despite George still giving him an incredulous stare.“Wonderful,” Dream deadpanned. “Let me guess- you won’t take it back?”
“Nope.” He smiled innocently.
Dream huffed and slid the coin into his pocket, already regretting every decision he’d made.
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“They used to be but then the original leader disappeared. They called him the Kingpin but he just up and vanished about five years ago. No warning. No body. Nothing,”[...]“You just received a token from the King of Diamonds. Having one of these means you’re protected- but not in the way most people think. If anyone tries to mess with you, the Diamond group will take care of it. But… it also means you’re marked by the other Mafia groups.”[...]“The other groups won’t take kindly to you having a piece of their rival’s power. The Spades, the Hearts, the Clubs- they’re not going to play nice just because you got a shiny coin. They will want to figure out why you got that token.”[...]“If you toss it, you’ll be marked as a target by all four families. You’ll be seen as someone who doesn’t respect the power it represents.”[...]Wilbur groaned, sinking into his hands. “Dream, you can’t just waltz through life healing people and handing out your powers like party favors!”[...]Wilbur glared at him. “That’s it. I’m taking you to and from work from now on. First, it was Techno and Philza pointing a gun at you and now it’s the fucking Mafia.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/comments/897862396https://archiveofourown.org/comments/897869338
https://archiveofourown.org/comments/897881695
https://archiveofourown.org/comments/897965356
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Chapter 4 for the full truth of Dream's powers, from Fundy the power specialist
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“Now, not only do you have a token from the King of Diamonds, you also have the token from the King of Clubs. Dream… you didn’t just serve some random girl at the bar. You just made contact with another Mafia King.”
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https://archiveofourown.org/comments/898789690https://archiveofourown.org/comments/898792420
https://archiveofourown.org/comments/898796020
https://archiveofourown.org/comments/898797655
https://archiveofourown.org/comments/898806016
https://archiveofourown.org/comments/898810216
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“You’re being claimed. And when two kings claim the same piece?”Dream paused, sighed, and leaned back as he muttered, “It’s war, isn’t it?”
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Dream exhaled. “So what now? I just sit around and wait for someone to shoot me?”Wilbur shook his head. “No. You let me handle it. For now, just keep your head down. Don’t use your power. Don’t accept anything from anyone you don’t know. And above all?”
He picked up the two coins on the table and held it between his fingers like it was a snake.
“Don’t let anyone else give you a third.”
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“Do I need to repeat myself? That guy there,” Inferno nodded towards Dream, “is under Syndicate protection. So that means you two need to fuck off.”The taller Heart clenched his fists, jaw tight. “The King of Hearts won’t take kindly to this. The Diamonds and Clubs have already given that guy a token- and with the Syndicate joining in, this makes three.”
Inferno’s flames surged just a bit higher, licking his sleeves like a warning. “And that’s three reasons not to touch him.”
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The taller one wasn’t so easily shaken. “The Hearts will be back. And you better hope it’s not our Ace.”Dream blinked at that. The fuck is an Ace?
“You can bring a whole army next time,” Inferno replied, stepping forward once- just enough to remind them who controlled the flames. “But you’re not getting him.”
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Inferno shook his head. “No, dumbass. The Ace is their enforcer. Their shadow. The one who does what the King won’t dirty their hands with. Assassinations. Threats. Clean-up. Whatever needs to be done, if the others couldn’t do it, the Ace handles it.”[...]“They’re the worst kind of professionals,” Inferno muttered. “Loyal only to their King.” -
don't fear the sea, dear [fear what lives inside] by ThatVillainGuy2108
Fandom Dream SMP
07 May 2026
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Sirens are a very complex species, with various sub-species scattered all across the globe. Despite how many of them there are, though, sirens have done a rather good job of avoiding humanity - with the average human thinking of the species as little more than legend.
This is not a story about the average human - this is a story about a mafia, a found family, an utterly unholy amount of caffeine consumption, and the chaos that ensues when these three powers combine.All of the titles in this series are song lyrics, with the songs they're from in the start notes of the first chapter! The series title comes from the song "SIREN" by Lydia the Bard!
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This man is truly an expert of the city kid strategy of deciding that if you saw something, no you didn't. Quackity really went "yeah, i'm not touching that' this chapter - and frankly, good for him.
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A trio of highly-ranked mafia leaders - and Prime was it wild to be in the fucking mafia, when had his life gotten so complicated - casually walking up to a police station was an awful idea for so many reasons. Especially when one of them was a siren with a fake ID, needle-like fangs and talon-like claws hidden poorly by a surgical mask and gloves, who was asking for some extremely private information about a three year old case. A three year old homicide case. A three year old homicide case in which he was the killer.From every single angle, this was just about the worst possible thing that he could be doing right now. But...
Well, he missed his kid. And Tubbo probably wouldn't want anything to do with him ever again - he knew the boy must've been traumatized by what he'd seen that night, and if Tubbo never forgave him for it, that would be what Quackity deserved.
He was still going to look for the kid, though. If there was even the slightest chance that Quackity could find Tubbo - that his boy might need him, that he might be able to make up for leaving him behind in the first place... He had to take that chance. He owed the poor kid that much.
Anyway. Here he was, awkwardly standing in the parking lot of a police station at three in the morning, in a state he did not live in anymore, with two men who were about to learn about the worst thing he's ever done.
And sure, Karl had shot a man in front of him the other night - but coldly shooting an enemy in the head was very different from giving his shitty husband a heart attack, ripping out and eating said heart, getting caught doing so by the man's teenage son, and fleeing into the night drenched in human blood. That was violent, and brutal, and cruel - and deserved, but it being an act of self defense didn't erase the gore that never fully came out from under his claws and between his fangs.
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"Relax! I got some serious dirt - nobody'd wanna risk having their whole life ruined for something like this.""My dad would."
"Your dad is a saint, Saps - he doesn't even have life-ruining gossip to dig up in the first place."
Karl said that as if he'd actively looked for potential blackmail against Sapnap's father, possibly more than once. Based on the complete lack of reaction, that probably wasn't in any way surprising to Sapnap.
"It'll be fine."
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"Fuck, that's- shit man, that's a good week rotting. Did the asshole not have any other friends or something???"No, no he didn't - though, the idea that Tubbo had just left his father's corpse laying on the kitchen floor for a week before calling anyone about it was... Upsetting. Why would he-
...Oh.
Tubbo had been waiting for him...
"Lemme see!"
Karl sounded far too happy about this situation. Then again, Quackity had been much more open with what had been done to him with Karl than with Sapnap - because Karl was really fucking good at getting people to talk without them noticing. The fucker was a Prime-damned prodigy.
"Okay, you're being dramatic - that's gotta be three days at worst with how hot it was that summer."
Three days wasn't much better, actually!
Karl flipped through a few pages, setting photos aside one-by-one - faces against the table, which Quackity appreciated.
"How'd you even kill this dude, anyway?"
Quackity just raised an eyebrow, because... Dude. Electric eel. How else would he murder a man?
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"I killed a man, Karl. Brutally.""He would've killed you."
...ah. So Tubbo had seen far more than Quackity had known about... Fuck, that was- he hated that, actually. He'd always tried so hard to keep the kid out of their fights - to make sure he could live a normal life, to keep him far away from the worst of what they were.
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Q has some Really Weird magic, is capable of ripping out souls, and Siren's feed on emotions (but don't remove them). Also, they have SHINY instinct, like crows!
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aaaaaaa thank you so much!!! the whole "resuing an older line in a new context" thing is one of my FAVOURITE tropes, so when i saw the opportunity to do it in such a symmetrical way with this fic i couldn't resist XD
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Being the only human in his friend group was awkward enough. Being the only human, the only employed person, and the only braincell was absolutely exhausting.Luckily, Tubbo Underscore was an expert in handling all kinds of bullshit at this point - so he had it all under control!
...Kind of.
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i need you all to know that this AU features maybe my favourite version of c!Dream i've ever written. he's absolutely bonkers and a menace to society and so very fun to write. <3 -
Just Like They Taught Me Universe by WolfCalledWander
Fandom Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
23 Jul 2025
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“Well. Shit.”
So now what? He calls them?
Tommy laughs.
Dry. Ugly.
He’s really thinking about it, isn’t he?He doesn’t want to.
But his options are: die alone in a pile of rubble, or die slightly less alone in a pile of rubble while someone else watches it happen.
And maybe- just maybe- they’ll get there in time. Maybe they’ll take it seriously.
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Another thing that happened that day: his left pinky finger never bent right again. But that and the reason he was crying were probably unrelated.Anyway, did you know that without a pinky you lose 50% of your grip strength?
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It's been a while. Does Tubbo just not care?He checks the tracker on his suit.
Nothing.
The screen is black. Smeared with blood, maybe his, maybe someone else’s. The digital map is just a dead pixel graveyard now.
“Well. Shit.”
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And then:“Call us when you’re actually in trouble.”
Click.
The line goes dead.
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He stares at the receiver.
Doesn’t cry.
Doesn’t scream.
Doesn’t even choke on his breath.He just breathes. Slow. Quiet.
Another thing that happened when he was six: he stopped expecting anyone to show up for him.
So he puts the receiver down.
Doesn’t send another message.
They don’t believe him.
They never have.
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His fingers stretch out, trembling, and he grasps a metal beam.It screams, high and raw, under his weight.
One hand catches. Four fingers clamp tight.
The fifth- his useless pinky- twitches.
Tommy laughs. It’s a broken sound.
“Figures,” he whispers, voice barely more than a breath.
The beam slips; he slips.
The world tilts and flips and then nothing.
For a moment, there’s weightlessness. The hero siren blares with every one of his heartbeats, the sleek whirring of the hovercraft pulsing in waves. He tastes dust and iron and something sweet, like blood and regret. His mind drifts, and he’s eight again, alone in a supply closet with a busted wrist and tape too cheap to stick. He’s crying without sound. Nobody’s coming. And it’s okay.
Because he’s learned.
He doesn’t cry out anymore.
Not for them. Not for anyone.
All in all, Tommy figured he did a pretty good job.
He didn’t cry out, not even once. Just like they taught him.
Maybe dying quietly was the only thing he ever got right.
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"Tommy?" he hears himself sneer, and god, he is a fucking idiot. He reaches to turn it off, fuck, he can't listen to it anymore, and-Tommy's breath catches with hope, and he begins to speak, and then-
"As in the runaway?"
Phil's hand begins to tremble, and he crushes the comm, the parts spilling through his fingers.
Silence settles over the ruins again. Only this time, it’s louder.
Techno’s voice returns, quieter now. “Phil.”
“…Yeah.”
“I think I found him.”
or: the aftermath of tommy's death + sbi realising they fucked up
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Phil’s the first to speak, voice dry. “He should’ve never had to do this alone.”Techno doesn’t move. Just stares at the ground. “He didn’t want to be a hero.”
“He just wanted to be enough,” Wilbur says. His voice cracks. “For us.”
No one responds.
Phil crouches beside the grave. His wings shift behind him, twitching like they might open, then don’t. “I used to tell him heroes don’t cry,” he says quietly. “That pain builds character.”
“Yeah,” Wilbur says, bitter. “Well, guess what. He built it.”
“He built it out of us.” Techno’s voice is low, cold. “Every time we ignored him. Every time we told him to suck it up. Every time we didn’t listen.”
Phil closes his eyes.
They stay like that for a while. No one speaks.
Eventually, Wilbur takes a shaky breath. “We should start.”
Phil nods.
They move slowly. Carefully. Techno lowers the wrapped form into the earth.
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The storm eases. The clouds shift.Still no sun.
Eventually, they start to leave.
One by one, they turn away. Walk down the hill. Step into silence.
Phil goes last.
He pauses at the base, looks back once.
Tommy’s grave is simple and unmarked, except for one thing.
A small strip of cloth tied to the crooked metal post they left as a marker. It flutters in the wind. Red and blue, sun-bleached from the old suit Tommy stitched himself.
Phil watches it move.
Then turns and walks away.
They don’t speak of the grave again.
Eventually, the metal post is stolen and presumably used in a random gang fight.
But sometimes, when the comm still crackles, and they're particularly tired and delusional, they begin to hear his voice.
Still waiting; still hoping.
And sometimes they believe they can still save him.