#voidwalker ranboo

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Everyone stays silent for a solemn moment, too shocked or shook by what they’ve just learned to think of anything to say.

“So… what does being a voidwalker mean for me?”

“Oh, well, as soon as X, our admin, finds us, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to teach you everything there is to know about voidwalkers.”

“Oh. So you don’t know much about them, then?”

“Well… I think I might have a book or two that do more than only mention them… let’s finish this tour and I’ll drop them off as soon as you get settled.”

Ranboo grins, visibly brightening up from his earlier disapointment. “Thanks. I really appreciate the help.”

“You’re welcome, and even more welcome to Boatem! Come on, let me show you my base!”

As they continue on their way, past the Boatem hole, Phil frowns in concern as he shoots a wary glance in its direction yet again. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“Don’t worry, Phil, the Void – or Boatem, more like – told me it really likes its crew.”

Phil snorts with a shake of his head. “No offense, Ranboo, but I somehow doubt that’s really the case.”

“What? Why? It’s completely safe, right guys?”

Scar gives Phil a roguish grin that’s a bit too chaotic to be reassuring. “Oh absolutely! The danger Boatem Hole could present has been tried and tested with Doc’s help.”

“The test subjects were willing! We at Boatem Inc strive to offer the full peace, love and plants treatment to all customers and employees who are part of the boatem family.”

“Um, yeah, though in some cases that willingness was probably dubious at best…”

The top hat wearing man cuts himself off when Grian clears his throat pointedly.

Phil can’t do anything but stare. How exactly did he become friends with these people again? Ranboo included?!

“Anyways, it was eventually determined to be so completely harmless that we decided to make it a tradition to seal our Boatem Co. meetings with a leap into the void.”

“Mate, that just makes this whole Boatem thing sound worse!”

“Well how else do you suggest we keep it fed?” Grian chimes in with a shit-eating grin.

Hold on a second, did Grian really say–

“Wait, what the hell do you mean by that? You feed it?”

Phil nearly loses it when Grian fucking shrugs, totally unconcerned with the utter bullshit coming out of his mouth. He thought Tubbo’s particular brand of chaos was bad, but now he knows with terrifying certainty that Grian and the bee loving teen would get along like a house on fire.

“Well, yeah, of course. It’s only common sense to give it offerings, after all, so everyone has their own way to contribute to feeding our beloved Boatem. Scar feeds it vex magic, crystals and copper on top of practically volunteering himself to be a daily sacrifice.”

“Grian!” Scar protests half-heartedly.

“What? It only makes sense with the amount of times you’ve died to Boatem already.” Grinning widely, Grian clears his throat. “Anyways, I know Mumbo occasionally feeds it diamonds or even his diamond pickaxe if he’s feeling particularly generous. Pearl has a habit of dying every single time she builds on a big scale, which seems to soothe Boatem’s bloodlust well enough, and Impulse feeds the hole with wither roses, amethyst shards along with the occasional chocolate bar from his factory.”

Phil falters for a moment while he’s moving along with the rest of the group, stepping off the island and onto another bridge.

What?

Just, what?

What in Void’s name– what the hell is this shit? Just how insane are these people he calls his friends?

“What do you do to feed it, Grian?” Phil drawls, unsure if he actually wants to know the answer to that question.

“Oh, me? Well, I used to sacrifice goats to Boatem, and now I organize meetings that always result in a lot of hilarious deaths to the void. It’s all in good fun, really.”

Without hesitation Grian ventures into a tunnel that’s located between two bigger underground hallways that look a lot more decorated and official.

Falling into steps with the other avian, Philza shakes his head in disbelief as he tries to process what he’s been told.

While Phil has been called insane too many times to count, this shit is on a whole other level.

“You guys are completely batshit insane, you know that right?”

Scar and Grian wear matching smirks as they exchange a look that says it all and snort in wry amusement.

“So we’ve been told.”

A/N : I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter!

A/N : a master list of this au/rough timeline can be found here :D

The Boatem Hole Boards The Dream Cruise Ship

Ranboo stares at the two fifths of the Boatem Crew in utter confusion, though there is an inkling of hope that he might finally find out what he is exactly. Hope that he might finally get rid of the body dysphoria that comes with not knowing where the hell half of his genes come from for the majority of his life.

“What are you talking about?”

Grian goes to speak, then pauses and scratches his neck as his brown creases to form a pensive frown.

“Um… how to put this… well, alright, first, are you able to read everything that’s written in an enchanting table book?”

“Well, yeah, I am completely fluent in Galactic, if that’s what you’re asking. But that’s something related to my enderman genes, right?”

“No, it’s not. Mumbo has barely noticeable enderman genes, but he couldn’t read it until he managed to split my soul between the two of us.”

Ranboo goes to ask about what happened exactly and why such drastic measures were necessary, but snaps his mouth shut after realizing he probably doesn’t want to open that can of worms. Learning about voidwalkers is his priority right now.

“What does a soul transfer have to do with knowing the Galactic dialect?”

“Oh, well, I know Galactic because I’m a Watcher, even if I’m a rogue one, so I guess the knowledge got transferred to Mumbo along with some of my soul. The rest of Boatem knows the language too. Pearl does because she’s the Moon Goddess, and Impulse is a Warlock so he’s able to understand it because he made a pact with a celestial being from the galactic pantheon of the Nether. The same goes for Scar, who was forced to learn the galactic arts of the Vex Confraternity. A few more Hermits can as well, but we’re really an exception to the rule.”

“So Galactic speech is something that’s also connected to voidwalkers, then?”

“Yup! The voidwalkers are descendants of the Void, the founding entity of the Galactic Pantheon, so they have an innate knowledge of the language. They look the opposite of endermen, which leaves me baffled that we didn’t realize sooner that you had voidwalker genes. Sorry about that.”

Ranboo shifts uncomfortably. “No! It’s fine.”

Grian shakes his head firmly. “It’s not fine. Our admin is a voidwalker, we should’ve figured it out. If we’d realized sooner, we could’ve helped you learn about where you come from months ago. Don’t think we don’t know about how much you’ve been struggling with not knowing where half of your genes come from.”

Ranboo opens his mouth to protest, but soon realizes that Scar is right. He does wish they had realized what he was sooner.

“I guess that I am a bit frustrated about it. It’s just been, like, really hard to deal with all of–this, you know? Not even knowing what you are.”

“We get it, Ranboo, well, sort of.” Ranboo twists around abruptly at the sound of a new voice, relaxing as he sees that it’s just Mumbo. He relaxes even more when Phil closes the distance between them and wraps a wings around his shoulders, the comforting weight unraveling the tension in his shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve been dealing with a shapeshifting problem recently, as you probably know. I haven’t been in my own body in months.”

Grian is the next to speak up as his features shift until he’s sideways, literally. Ranboo blinks, squinting as he tries to ignore the headache that’s getting stronger the more he stares at the absolute mindfuck that is Grian’s appearance.

“What the fuck mate?” Yelps Phil, wings tucked tight to his body in a show of utter shock and wariness.

Grian shifts back to his usual self, letting out a trembling breath as he runs a nervous hand through his hair.

“Becoming a Watcher… comes with certain side-effects. I, um. I had to deal with my body constantly changing shape for two years before I got the hang of controlling the shapeshifting abilities that were forced upon me.”

A/N : a rough timeline can be found here :D

The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship

A/N : changed the ending of the last post, for those who are confused with this one, just a bit, sorry I forgot to mention it

“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure the Void just like, spoke to me or something.” He mutters, finally chancing a glance towards his new neighbors to see them staring at him in shock and, for some reason, realization and awe.

Immediately he falls into a defensive mindset, too used to people being taken aback about anything that has to do with his half-enderman, half-unknown origins for it to be healthy.

“What?” He snaps out, probably harsher than he should be considering that Grian and Scar are the ones who first offered him a new home that’s actually safe from Dream and anyone else who’s wanted to hurt him.

He has his reasons though.

He’s reached the limit of what he can tolerate.

He’s way too tired of dealing with that kind of reaction.

He’s just about done with dealing with people trying to take advantage of his inconsistent memory or his weakness to water.

He can’t stand the fact that a lot of his fellow server members completely disregard his discomfort when it comes to locking eyes with everyone, or use it to their advantage to deal blows to his already fragile self-confidence and resistance to peer pressure.

But above all that, he’s tired of people experimenting on him to figure out the extent of his silk touch abilities.

Only Phil has ever cared to the point that he tried to put a stop to all of it. Not only that, the man also offered him a home when he desperately needed one and helps him in every way he can whenever he’s struggling with something.

Grian startles, looking genuinely sheepish and ashamed about his staring, which helps settle the angry static that has started invading his mind. “Sorry. It’s just that, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re part voidwalker, aren’t you?”

A/N : A master list for this au that also acts as a rough timeline can be found here

The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship

AKA the Boatem Dreamers AU

TW : Implied torture, blood, injuries, dsmp typical violence.

Quackity wipes off the blood staining the blades of his shears using one of the sleeves of his once pristine poet shirt.

There’s a pleased smirk curling his lips.

Growling, Techno gathers the last of his strength to spit a thick blob of saliva and blood in the man’s face.

It lands, much to his satisfaction. Quackity shoots him a scathing glare, grabbing him by the hair roughly and lifting his head up to examine his wounds.

Technoblade stomps down the embers of fear that threatens to appear in his gut as Quackity’s eyes take on a sadistic glint that promises untold amounts of pain.

He holds back a sigh of relief when the man pulls away, glancing towards Sam who has just stepped off the moving platform.

“Well?”

Putting his shears away, Quackity offers the Warden a irritated shake of the head, hands curling into fists.

“He still won’t spill. Might be time to move onto more… drastic measures.”

Techno tenses, dreading what the man has planned for him.

Judging by Quackity’s gleefully sadistic tone and Sam’s swift agreement to the man’s suggestion, what’s coming won’t be pleasant in the slightest.

Cursing in his mind, Techno hisses in pain as he shifts slightly.

He doesn’t how long he can take it.

He’s been stuck in here for nearly a month.

Only a few days at the start of his stay in Pandora’s Vault were exempt from the pain and daily torture sessions he now has to endure constantly.

He’s exhausted. Sick and tired of Pandora’s Vault.

He might one of the World’s greatest fighters and a piglin hybrid, but he still human.

He wants all of this to end.

He wants to go home.

He wants to see Phil again.

He wants to keep mentoring Ranboo and Niki, teaching them the art of war; teaching them how to stand up for themselves, how to fight for what they believe.

He wants to talk some more with Mumbo about redstone machines and unorthodox weapons, like end crystals.

Peace love and plants

Blood for the blood god!

Blood god!

Mumbo mentor! So cool!

He wants to go on another grinding expedition for Wither skulls with Grian and Impulse. He wants to scam people with Scar while Grian watches on with exasperated amusement from the sidelines. Man, he’s really craving a iDimpy bar right now. Even if the recipe has yet to be completely perfected.

Wither duo!

No! Wither trio!

Desert duo return yes!

Hell, he’ll even happily listen to Grian ramble about building techniques for hours on end, he misses the times the avian would chat his ear off, going on and on about gradients and block palets.

He misses the nights spent star gazing with Pear in the observatory Grian built on top of the mountain near his house.

He misses his calm evening conversations with Scar in front of the fireplace, with Steve and Jellie curled up in a cuddle pile at their feet. The man’s soothing voice and charming smiles are one of the rare thing to be able to settled the voices in his head.

He misses his best friend, who stuck to his side through it all.

Damn it, Phil. What’s taking you so long?

True

Mood

Moon big

Dadzalate lol

Techno not his son remember?

Right sorry

Sleepy boys inc reunited soon please

Sam gives a grave nod. “I see. How unfortunate. We really need information about the intruders as soon as possible.” The creeper pauses. “What do you have in mind?”

Quackity tsks as he exits the cell with Sam by his side.

“Now now, Sam. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You know how I like to keep it a surprise until the very last second. It’s good for the business after all. Makes the game so much more… addictive, doesn’t it?” He steps onto the platform, waiting as Sam rummages through his inventory to end pearl his way across the lava. “So don’t worry, you’ll all be finding out in no time at all.” His smirk widens as the platform starts its trek towards the Vault’s entrance. “See you soon, Technoblade.”

A/N : a rough timeline can be found here :D