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me while writing very niche fanfic: there’s literally no way that, like, anyone is going to read this. you are writing this for you and you alone. you must accept it. you must be zen about it. you must expect nothing except the validation that comes of being able to go back and reread it yourself when you’re in the mood for this kind of fic.

me after posting said very niche fanfic: (obsessively checks ao3 every thirty seconds)

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"All the world's a stage, and I am just a simple puppet dancing on it"

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going to attempt to turn this short ass drabble into like an 1k chapter wish me luck

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good news: i finally finished my wip

bad news: its so fucking short ill have to add 3 scenes just to make it a decent lenght

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Hi! Im doing an survey to see what the general opinions in the dsmp fandom are and how they change with time.

The survey will take about 5 minutes to do, so if you could do it and/or reblog this post it would really help me out!

Also if you have any questions/want more info/want to see when future surveys are go check out @dsmp-surveys Survey link: https://forms.gle/3ktun6j74k526HxA8

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im not dead, and posted new fic lol https://archiveofourown.org/works/33862438

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@shrugofgod ‘s concept abt 15 y/o Micheal finding out abt his parents adventures n shit! my thoughts on it 👀 (continued under cut)

id: a comic of micheal the piglin. in the first panel, he holds a cardboard box, looking happy as he walks. text beside him says “man, it’s so nice of phil to let me look through these old papers my parents had!”

beneath, there are two small panels next to each other, micheal’s face in the bottom left. he looks contemplative in the first, a thought bubble above his head with c!phil in it, looking uncertain, but smiling. text beside him says “although he does not like to talk about them…” in the second, the thought bubble bursts, and micheal smiles. text: “this’ll be a great way to learn about my dads!”

the next panel is a drawing of the previously mentioned box, now open. many books and papers sit inside, and micheal’s hand rests on one of the cardboard flaps. text says “okay. let’s do this!”

the next panel is “later” written in bubble letters. beneath is a horizontal panel of papers and books splayed out on a table, micheal’s hand on the table. text reads “what the heck?” beneath that panel, to the left, micheal holds a book, looking upset. to the right is a drawing of c!tubbo and c!ranboo, facing away from the viewer. text reads “my parents…”

in the final panel, micheal holds the book closer to his face, looking excited. text reads “were total badasses!”/end id.

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Hi! Im doing an survey to see what the general opinions in the dsmp fandom are and how they change with time.

The survey will take about 5 minutes to do, so if you could do it and/or reblog this post it would really help me out!

Also if you have any questions/want more info/want to see when future surveys are go check out @dsmp-surveys Survey link: https://forms.gle/UcKt9xdgwtcU6a8A9

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This might sound like a weird question, but do you know how having a dad is like/how to write ab having a dad? I never had an father growing up so i dont know how

sorry anon but i dont have a dad either

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Fanfic Ask Meme

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Au premise:

After Technovlade dies, he is cursed to become a part of chat. He can't be revived unless he's someone torn free from this curse.

Techno dies during 'the' prisonbreak, dream tries to revive him and fails due to the curse.

Slowly techno learns that he can join philzas chat (as an crow) or ranboos chat (as an particle) ((the rest of chat can do this too btw, like chat judt switch between people whenever) he ends up joining an (grieving) Phil as an crow

Actual au:

"Phil don't freak out but I died and I'm a crow now. No I'm not playing a prank on you please"

Techno just following philza around as a crow

(and later ranboo)

That akward moment when ur doing an angsty au but it turns into a crackfic instead

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That akward moment when ur doing an angsty au but it turns into a crackfic instead

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The difference bewteen edited and unedited work is so big like Unedited:

Edited:

Like the unedited version is just a few sentences, the edited version is almost an entire scene.

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technoblade for your writing thing :)

The card i drew for this was the ace of cups reversed, which generally means emotional pain, lack of self love, etc. i had a plan for this but at a certain point i think i strayed a bit from the original theme, but anyway, heres an angsty Technoblade drabble

Technoblade stood, watching the wreckage unfold in front of him. The smoke clouded the sky, ash mixing with it to creating the dark fog above where, minutes ago, New L’manburg had stood.

Technoblade growled deep in his chest as he looked out at the smoking wreckage. A weapon. That’s all he’d been in the eyes of Wilbur and everyone else in Pogtopia. They’d used him. Reaped the rewards of his efforts and then discarded him to rebuild their nation. A nation built off the efforts of an anarchist. How ironic that would have been. Yet even after casting hom aside, they'd managed to build something perhaps even more corrupt than what Wilbur had created.

And now, Tommy stood in front of him, explosions nearly drowning out his voice, speaking to Technoblade of friendship, and calling him selfish. rage filled Technoblade’s mind, voice rising as he desperately tried to make himself heard, finally be heard, be valued as more than a weapon made of flesh and blood, yet there Tommy was, talking about his discs again, the discs that he had placed over Tubbo.

“DISCS AREN’T PEOPLE '' Technoblade yelled, lungs full of smoke, voice cracking at the effort, as around him the screams and explosions and unsettling laughter grew louder, filling his ears as he stood on the corpse of a nation, eyes locked with tommy’s. The near deafening noise coming from all around receded to a muffled jumble, And oh. He was falling. Technoblade closed his eyes and hoped he’d be dead before the pain of the impact registered.

Technoblade awoke with a jolt. The man frantically pushed himself into a sitting position, eyes sweeping around the room, desperate for an indicator of where he was. The first thing he noticed was Steve. The giant bear was curled up on the other side of the room. Technoblade’s room. The beast was clearly fast asleep, the rise and fall of his chest steady. It clashed with Technoblade’s own panicked, constricted breaths. His blankets had wrapped themselves around him in his sleep, trapping him in a cocoon-like mess. Techno sighed heavily, running his hand through his messy hair as he began to untangle himself from the blankets.

His mind had been stuck in that nightmare for, well, Techno wasn’t sure. How long ago had that day happened? Phil would know.

His memories of the event were distorted, except of course in those recurring dreams, where they were recalled with a crystal clarity.

It was supposed to be closure. Getting rid of that god awful country, filled with corruption, making the server better as a whole, finally putting his mind to rest. Yet here he was, still plagued by it and the actions of those who pursued power in the same of L'manburg throughout its various forms.

Technoblade slowly got to his feet, standing there for a few seconds, waiting for the nauseating feeling that always came. And there it was, dizzying him, darkness creeping at the edge of his vision. Technoblade flinched at the way it was all too similar to his dream’s end. But, the sensation was gone mere seconds later, leaving technoblade with the odd dejavu that came every morning.

Taking a few hesitant steps forward, Techno grabbed the heavy winter coat from where it hung on his wall, and slipped it on, before beginning the climb down to the first floor.

The cold air of the Arctic Anarchist Commune should have been enough to wake Technoblade from the bleary haze, yet the outside only served to disorient Technoblade further. The stars that the piglin was sure shouldn’t be there looked so real. Had the countless nights of restless sleep really taken that much of a toll as to trick him into believing the day to be night? or perhaps he had just woken up long before morning. Either was a fairly reasonable explanation. Regardless, Technoblade sat on the steps of his house. A gentle wind blew the snow up into small flurries and rustled through the pines that stood tall just outside of Technoblade's home as the stars shown brightly above. Techno could faintly recall a few of the constellations. On the first night Technoblade had spent in the Overworld, Philza had shown him the constellations. As an Elytron, the man had always had an interest in the sky, which he navigated with such ease. It only made sense that he knew the tales of the stars. And Techno remembered the wonder of looking up at the odd glowing dots in the sky, so different from anything he'd come across in the nether, in awe of how the inhabitants of the Overworld could see stories woven into the positioning of far off planets.

Now they looked down on him, taunting him, reminding him of all that had been lost. He remembered the countless times he'd watched Phil joyously fly through the air, in a way so different from the Ghasts of the nether that he seemingly put a new definition to the word flight. And he remembered the days spent with Tommy, the kid talking and talking with that voice that had made Techno want to rip his own ears off multiple times, yet, somehow, he missed it.

Technoblade began to shiver. piglins arent meant for the cold. So, with a final glance around the Commune, Technoblade headed inside. The server was not a kind place by any means, but he hoped that the peace of the arctic that he'd worked so hard to cultivate would remain, even for just a bit longer.

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anyways the basic concept is that [oc] was orignally from the end, but ended up in the overworld and desperatly trying to get back. they collect ender eyes and sometimes even put them self in super big danger to get them, like if they see one they instantly go after it even if they had to like jump in water or smth for it

hhhh im so close to creating an m.c end.erman oc