#switch!sapnap

[milder-manners]

Some stuff

[fayewoodss]

Dream Team as Webkinz

[xdreamie]

tubbo watching sapnaps stream 💀 https://x.com/drmnap/status/1933247876496318861

LMAO what is he doing 😭

[sappymix1]

happy new years guys

[demonstars]

https://x.com/moonlitecora/status/1855078684006183372

Lo amenazan con cambiar de gringo adoptado lmao

PIRU: SAPNAP SON OF A BITCH STOP BEING ANNOYING AND ENTENTER THE DISCORD. AMILCAR: gringo [you] idot come here now... or else we will steal SYLVEE from the peruvians

LMAOOOO THIS IS REALLY GOOD they're interchangeable 😭😭😭

[mahikamihan]

I can't believe it's already midweek, omg. hi i offer skater sapnap (and a bit of dream) in my lil fem roller derby au <3

[mysterious-gizem]

Ꭲɾᥲdเᥒg ⅌ᥣᥲᥴꫀ᥉

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: Anonymous

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon.

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"Sapnap, c'mere!" The ravenette yelled in excitement, the shorter was practically bouncing off the walls as Sapnap entered the room. The brunette scoffed as he playfully rolled his eyes as he waited for the other to speak. A mischievous(and overly proud) grin was placed on the shorters face as he began to speak.

"I got a new job for us~" He grinned widely as he brought out a poster, "They're showcasing the Dumontè Crystal in this museum. That crystal is worth a lot. If we can figure out a way to steal it and sell it without it having to trace it back to us, we'll be set for life!"

Sapnap chuckled as he took the poster from the shorters hands and began examining it, "Yo we could certainly pull this off." Before Sapnap could praise Quackity on his findings a rather loud and exaggerated sigh came from beside them.

"No chance you guys can even get close to getting that."

Karl

Karl was a borrower they picked up a while back, the criminal duo never understood having borrowers as pets or food—Neither of them wanting to eat anything alive—so when they found the tiny brunette on one of their little escapades, they decided to just bring him along with them.

Now the borrower was sitting on their countertop, eating large amounts of sweets. As he continued to degrade their chances of ever pulling off the mission.

"Even if I joined you guys on this mission again, their security in protecting that crystal is like top tier!" Karl said as he waved his hands around, "I've heard of their security measures, apparently people died, trying to get in." He explained as he grabbed a handful of cotton candy. The two humans were taken aback at the borrower's knowledge of the topic.

Quackity grinned as he leaned against the counter, "Seems like you know alot about this thing, I'm sure we'll get it if you come with us-" The shorter brunette rolled his eyes as he stared at the ravenette. "I literally just said it wouldn't work." As the words left his mouth, Sapnap butted in the conversation. "Karl, I bet those other thieves that tried stealing it were uninformed. And plus, we all know you're gonna join for the thrill anyway."

The tiny chuckled as he agreed, "Fine, I'll help you idiots-" Quackity and Sapnap let out a short 'whoop' as they high-fived each other. Then Sapnap scooped up the borrower, and they headed to their room to begin their plan.

The trio worked on their scheme the entire night until they all passed out at sunrise. Even if the two humans were tired as hell, neither got a wink of sleep.

(Why does this tiny have to sleepwalk!?)

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A few weeks have passed since they started planning, weeks of preparation and thinking of every possible outcome that would come from their actions—they even have time to make an entirely new fit for Karl, which the borrower greatly appreciated—After months of Karl living with the two criminals, he certainly picked up a few tricks.

The trio worked during the weeks of their planning, each working to perfect their respective roles for the mission—albeit with a few mishaps, they all deemed themselves ready.

The day arrived when they would pull off their heist. It was the day the crystal was showcasing, and there definitely will be more security, but on the other hand, more distractions. The trio stood a good distance away from the event as they went over their plan.

"Okay so- once I and Karl sneak in and disable the cameras, you and I go and snatch it," Quackity affirmed as he wrapped his hand around the borrower and hoisted him up to his pocket. Sapnap gave the shorter a nod as he watched the duo hop down to the next building.

The ravenette and brunette both carefully neared the building—albeit Quackity did most of the work—a sea of people assisted them in blending in, of course giving a bit of struggle, Quackity maneuvered through the crowd eventually reaching a backdoor.

It was Karl's turn to weigh in. The borrower slid down under the door, climbing his way to unlock the door. The borrower mustered up his strength and began to turn the lock. Immediately, the door was flung open, the tiny almost flying off if it wasn't for his grip on the handle.

"Oh shit- sorry." Quackity sputtered out as he grabbed the borrower and abruptly shut the door. The duo began to navigate their way through the building. Hiding away from security that was guarding the parameters.

Quackity was able to snag the keys—which were properly labeled—from one of the passing guards. He browsed through the keys. Once he picked the right one, he clicked open the door, and they both sneaked in.

Weirdly enough, there was no guard in the security room. The raven-haired male got to work as he hacked the systems. He replayed the security tape so they wouldn't be spotted as they slyly sneaked around the facility. As Quackity typed the last bit of code, he grabbed his comms and messaged Sapnap.

"Okay, Karl, from here on out, it'll be me and Sap." The taller grinned as he placed Karl in his pocket, the borrower crouched and waited for further news.

Every noise outside the pocket was muffled, it oddly soothed him, just enough that he didn't even realize he fell asleep. The last sounds he heard were the vague voices of Sapnap and Quackity.

He jolted awake once he felt the pocket jostled, he immediately panicked as he was violently thrown around the minimal space. He could hear a faint voice call out 'sorry', followed with a few hushed curses and screams. He thrashed around his arms, desperate to grab onto something to keep himself stable. He grabbed a handful of the fabric.

The borrower was clearly still shaking, hr held his ground as he felt everything come to a stop albeit with a bit of shuffling about. Light peeked in as the pocket was opened, Karl jumped to poke his head out.

"Karl, you okay?" Sapnap spoke as he gripped the steering wheel. The borrower climbed out of the patch and turned his head to the taller ravenette. "Y-Yeah? Just a lil dizzy." He chuckled. The brunette turned his head to look at the crystal in Quackity's palm.

"Woah- that looks so cool!" Karl stares, mesmerized at the crystal. "So, how do you plan on selling it?" He asks curiously, Sapnap hummed as he gave an answer. "I got this buddy of mine. He's the top mafia boss in probably the whole world, and he's willing to pay a pretty penny to get his hands on it." He grinned as Karl gave him a noise of approval. "However, he's currently out of country, and considering this crystal is one of a kind, he wants to see it firsthand, so we'll have to keep it for the time being."

The road was no longer smooth, it was a telltale sign they were nearing their cabin, the borrower almost fell over, yet he caught himself. As the car began pulling up to the driveway Sapnap scooped up the borrower and placed him on his shoulder(truth be told Karl was way too comfortable in letting them drag him around.)

The three let out a sigh of relief as they stepped into their humble abode. Quackity instantly went to place the crystal in a secure place, which was oddly enough an intricately designed box. The ravenette cautiously dropped the crystal in the cushioned box.

The trio decided to head to bed, not even bothering to wash up. The velvety dark skies overlooked the forest as the moon glowed, bright and powerful. As the three slept soundly that night, something was askew with the presence of such a mythical crystal in an untamed area.

Hidden within the box, the crystal shimmered and glowed. It began to vibrantly shake as smoke was emitting from it. None of the residents were aware of the matter; as they preferred to collect their well-earned sleep.

They subtly inhaled the fumes, unaware that they even did so. It was only till the very next morning when they all startled awake and screamed in unison.

"What the h-"

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I'm sorry it's not the greatest. A lot's been happening recently, I never had any proper time to plan this out🥲

[listcners-archived]

Cont. from here {x} || @cancnfcdder

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The words Aelius uttered in disbelief were all he could manage to get out before he felt a lump in his throat that kept him from asking any more questions.  He watched the demon standing in the doorway with watery, slightly red eyes, and for the king it felt unreal. Like he was just imagining Sapnap actually coming back like he said he would. Aelius ducked his head, wiping his eyes rather aggressively before his hands fell to his lap. When the admin said they would come back soon it wasn't a promise that was kept.  Soon could mean days or weeks usually. Long stretches of time where they left Aelius alone,  attention and affection starved from him. So why would he think anyone would come back for him? There wasn't a reason in his mind that Sapnap would actually care for him. Aelius thought that he had just ruined anything they might have because he snapped due to a moment of weakness and exhaustion. He kept his head down until Sapnap knelt and he couldn’t avoid the others gaze  and saw him smile up at him. He felt his hands over his and Aelius felt  like he was going to throw up. Sapnap was always so kind, so gentle with him. And Aelius still couldn’t understand why. So he stayed quiet and listened as the fire demon explained why exactly he had stepped out while guilt seemed to burn a hole through the king's stomach. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. And then I..” He took a deep breath trying to organize his thoughts. “It’s been a uh, stressful week. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

[missingsunstone]

I’VE PLAYED THESE GAMES BEFORE-

[dreamonminecraft]

https://x.com/Anon_erm/status/1713302130113626119?t=ufrqWJ2OhepJV5DQBaSltQ&s=09

I know nobody here cares because people on Twitter are dumb and therefore all of their criticism is dumb but this is the clip I was talking about last night :/

[fayewoodss]

adding monster dteam to my "things to draw" roster because I'm obsessed with/inspired by @wolflyndraws and @uftopia recent aus, but mine will probably be a Being Human (UK) crossover/au thing bc that's one of my favorite shows

[zaniontheshit]

they need to study the fact that george engaging with spanish streamers shouting stuff is immediately overwhelming while sapnap doing the exact same thing at the same time calms me and could easily put me to sleep

[dwtdog]

8 for the intimacy prompts? 👉👈

8. interrupting with a kiss :D

1.5k words of soft dnfies and George's new fishing vest ;3

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Dream has been contemplating getting up, leaving his bedroom, being productive, for at least an hour when George walks into the room. 

The blue crate in his arms gives away the purpose of the visit, and Dream immediately puts aside any stressing about getting work done—this is a ritual that requires his full attention. 

There are many small habits that go into living together, ways that the three of them orbit around each other. Sapnap and George have all kinds of deals about making content together. Dream and Sapnap take over the theater room for big sporting events, and Dream and George do things like this.

The box George carries is one of three, usually kept near the front door. Dream’s mom comes over once or twice a week to fill the boxes—green, blue, orange—with sorted items from the PO box. Dream tends to pick his own up as soon as they’re dropped by, and Sapnap’s is often emptied in the afternoon when he comes back from the gym and thinks to grab it. George likes to bring his into Dream’s room, where the two of them can look over everything together. 

No offense to the fans, but Dream thinks George probably gets the best stuff out of the three of them. It probably helps that he makes it easy to associate things with him, and Dream has never related more to people he hasn’t met when he sees all the thoughtful little gifts they find for George.

He swings his legs over the side of his bed, shoves his comforter back to make room for George to sit beside him, box balanced carefully on his lap. Dream leans in, trying to get a preview of it, but George elbows him away immediately. 

“Leave it,” he says, on a kick with the dog jokes recently, for some reason. “I haven’t even looked in yet.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“It could be,” George says. “Maybe I was waiting to look with you.”

“But you won’t let me look.”

George ignores him, instead sticking his hand in the box. Dream makes a point of not letting his eyes drop, instead staring intently at the side of George’s head. He forgets his original purpose in an embarrassing amount of time, thinking about how kissable George’s cheek looks. He gets an unimpressed glare and a hand to his chest when he leans in a little bit, George’s first prize lifted in the air between them.

It’s, predictably, a minion of some kind. George squeezes it, the material giving a little around his fingers. “You’re mum put batteries in already,” he says, fingers finding a switch on the bottom that turns the thing on—some sort of nightlight, very yellow and blue. 

Dream rolls his eyes fondly. His mom has such a soft spot for George. 

George hands the nightlight to Dream, and he dutifully places it in his own lap, waiting for the next item to emerge. 

As is usual for this activity, Dream spends most of the time watching George’s face. He reacts visibly to every item, eyebrows raising in joy and lips always tugged up in a smile. When Dream isn’t looking at his face, he watches careful fingers feel soft shirts and poke at the little rock statues that haven’t stopped appearing in either Dream or George’s piles since the PO box was opened. They could probably start a glass animal army, at this point. 

One of the items is still in its package, though it’s clearly been placed back in after being opened. There’s a note left on it in Dream’s mom’s neat writing. No idea what this is!

George opens it warily, handing a piece of paper to Dream and fiddling with some sort of keychain, judging by the flash of metal. “Omegaverse fragrance diffuser,” Dream reads. He thinks he knows what all of those words mean on their own. Not by his own free will. “What- my mom read this,” he groans, dropping the paper to the floor and his head into his hands.

“It says good omega,” George reads, in an American accent for reasons Dream can’t decipher. “It’s like one of those Andrew Tate things.”

He swings the keychain once on his finger, which Dream sees after lifting his head, not wanting to be deprived of prime George viewing time by his torment. He holds out a hand, and George drops the keychain on his palm. It does say good omega. 

“Anything else left?” he asks, trying once again to get a look in the box. His lap is pretty much entirely covered in stuff, and they’ve been at it for the longer end of how long it usually takes. Not that Dream is complaining—he could do just this for the rest of his life and die so, so happy. 

“One more thing,” George says, pulling the crate out of his lap and out of Dream’s sight, and grabbing the last thing from it. “I think I was meant to see this last.”

And Dream would believe it. The last item out of the box is a vest, tan and very rich in pockets. Most intriguingly—and what makes both Dream and George stare for a moment in awe—are the patches and pins decorating it. Dream hardly gets a chance to take them in before George is standing, working the button open and unzipping it to slip his arms through. Absentmindedly, Dream grabs the box back to tuck all the items carefully back in while George has his back to him, zipping the vest over his shirt. 

He turns back with a little flourish, and Dream can’t help the silly grin that takes over his face looking at him. 

“Look, they like, thought everything out,” George says, fingers running over the patches and pins. “There’s minions,” he taps the pocket with a Minions patch, “and my pins.” Dream sends a silent thank you to his past self for starting a merch company, if only so he could see the absolute delight in George’s eyes now as he taps a nail against the pins on the lower pockets. 

“It looks good on you.” Dream pushes himself to his feet, steps close enough that he can touch for himself—the soft skin of George’s neck first, and then a fish patch that sits on his collarbone. “Have you caught all of these?”

“No,” George says with a quick shake of his head. “And I could be wrong but I think they’re all Florida fish. So, in theory, I could-”

Dream cuts him off with a kiss. It’s not that he wants George to stop talking, ever, but he wants to taste the words on his lips, to feel George’s excitement buzzing against his skin as he slides his hands up to George’s neck, tangles his fingers in his curls and tilts his head up.

George huffs a little into the kiss, but he presses back into it, his own hands falling to Dream’s waist and yanking him closer in a move that almost takes both of them down with the way Dream stumbles over his own feet. 

“Idiot,” George murmurs into Dream’s mouth, chasing his words with a bite to Dream’s lower lip. 

“Tell me more about the fish.” Dream grins, trailing his fingers down George’s spine, over the cotton of the vest, and back up. 

“No.” George gets a hand on his chest again, pushes him back a little. “You are not allowed to be a freak over this. It’s my fishing vest.”

Dream tucks his chin close to his chest, flutters his lashes. “I’m not being a freak. I just want to learn about the fish. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” George scoffs. 

“Can I at least take it off?”

George looks at him with narrowed eyes, shaking his head as if entirely baffled. As if Dream has ever hidden how much he likes all of George’s clothes. “Fine,” he says after a few moments. “But be careful.”

Dream scoffs, stepping forward again. “Of course,” he says, softer than he’d meant for it to come out. 

He undoes the single button in the middle of the zipper first, careful not to tug too hard at it. With a quick flicker of his eyes to George’s, he smooths back the bit of fabric with the hole out of the way as he uses his other hand to drag the zipper down. And it’s not sensual in a heated way, but Dream does glow with at the chance to take care of George, to show devotion to something that he loves. He leans forward for another kiss when the zipper slides all the way down, helps George shrug the vest off with a kiss to his cheek that brings forward a splash of color on George’s skin. 

“You can hang it in my closet for now if you want,” Dream offers a little shyly, holding the fabric out for George to take. He does, their fingers brushing, and Dream follows him in to point out a hanger for him to use—and to admire George’s clothes nestled in with Dream’s.

[sappymix1]

happy new year!!! first fic of 2025 down that's crazy 🫡 teeny tiny patches pov dnfies nye fic under the cut :3

“Isn’t it funny,” George mumbled from his spot on Dream’s lap. His one hand was rested heavy on Patches’ back, making the tiny cave that she had wiggled herself into as soon as the fireworks started. “That we’re in, like, the same place every new year?”

He had stopped petting Patches what felt like an eternity ago, sleepy, and it felt deeply unfair. Dream knew that she hated fireworks, and he had scooped her up from where she was cowering under the couch to let her sit with the two of them instead. Somewhere, Naomi and Milo’s tiny claws were still clicking against the floor, and Patches had let herself indulge in a brief feeling of superiority over that. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t, really. It was more so annoyance that there were two more cats in the home, two more heads to pat and two more mouths to sneak tiny fish flavored treats to. So she liked, a little bit, the reminder that she had been here the longest. That she was Dream’s cat, and that she had become George’s too. 

Even if she did feel a little bit bad, that Milo and Naomi’s father was away for the holidays. Less so, after Milo peed on Dream’s bed in the spot that she liked to sleep on again. 

Patches pressed her tiny wet nose against George’s hand, making a soft meowing noise. She had always sort of suspected, from the first time that he had scooped her up and she recognized the voice that had whispered to her over Dream’s computer speakers, that George could speak cat, and he complied this time with her request, hand sliding down her head and her neck to rub her back. She purred softly, happiness vibrating through her tiny body, deep into her bones. 

“Weren’t you in LA or something last year?” Dream asked, in that soft voice that Patches knew so well. She flicked her tail, soft fur brushing against George’s hand. 

“No, I was back, right?” George’s voice went high at the end, still a little hoarse from the half cold that he had been dragging around behind him the past few days. Patches could imagine the soft face that Dream was making at him, a mix of worry and something lighter, even if she couldn’t see much other than his stomach, his one knee, his hand running through George’s dark curls, from where she was curled up. “I think I flew back, like, during the day. So I was here for New Years Eve. But like, last year I was just getting back too. So we were just being, like, reunited. Isn’t that crazy?”

He said something else, but it was drowned out by somebody launching a loud firework into the sky above their house with a bang. Patches felt the tiny parts of her throat involuntarily seize up into a pained mrow, and she buried her face into George’s chest. She probably also buried her claws into the fabric a little, and hopefully not his skin, but George kindly didn’t react to it if she had. He scratched her behind her ears, and whispered – “oh, poor Patchy. Dream, you should go threaten them until they stop.”

Dream scoffed. “What?”

Patches eyes fell shut, fireworks already forgotten, and a soft purr rumbled in her chest. 

“It’s not even midnight! They’re, like, cheating.” 

Something was probably happening where Patches couldn’t see. She heard Dream move, felt George move, and it was a few seconds before either of them spoke again. “At least Sapnap isn’t here, this year. Oh god that sounded so mean. You know – you know what I meant.”

“I’m telling him you said that you hate him and want him to move out,” George said gleefully, before yawning, a full body motion that moved like a wave under Patches. “We aren’t even, like, taking advantage of it. We should be, like –” Suddenly, George’s hands were over Patches ears, and she was trying futilely to pull away as he drowned out whatever he was saying. She was freed, just in time to hear Dream say George! in a voice that sounded more amused than anything else. 

But his tone switched quickly, finding something soft and tender. Another rustling sound, and she just knew that Dream’s hand was flush against George’s cheek out of her sight. “Still sleepy?” 

“Yes!” George groaned. “I’m never going back to London ever again. Flop city in a flop timezone. And I couldn’t even sleep at the same time as you, because of stupid Christmas.” 

“You can nap, if you want,” Dream suggested. “I’ll wake you up at midnight, I promise.” 

George had quit running his hand over Patches’ fur again. She looked up, annoyed, just in time to see him shake his head. “No, I’ll wait. I’m, like, watching this. Besides, I know you’re tired too. You’ve been yawning for hours. It’s – it’s absurd.” 

“What? I’m not going to fall asleep!” Dream protested. “Fine, stay up then. Be – be tired.”

“Fine!” George’s smile was bursting from every bit of his voice. “I will be. We can both stay up together. In sync, or whatever.” 

Neither of them made it until midnight. Patches wasn’t even sure which came first, Dream’s hand stilling in George’s hair or George’s breath getting deep and slow under where she rested. But by the time that the new year came, Patches was watching the TV by herself. She buried her face back into George’s shirt as fireworks erupted outside. They were both so lucky that she loved them.

[dnfity]

they were so silly in your fic thank you so much :(( question. how do you write such realistic dialogue? your dialogue is seriously some of the best i've seen in this fandom

sorry it took me so long to get to this i wanted to try and give a good answer. i think the biggest thing that helps me is to just try to imagine them say whatever piece of dialogue i just wrote in my head. if it sounds weird, then i change it and i'll keep changing and changing it until it sounds real.

i wrote some general notes below and its long so dont open unless u want an essay on your dash:

george:

i think i find george's the easiest only bc i watch his videos/streams the most. some notes for him is that he says dreams name when talking to him A LOT. if u notice, he'll usually say it after shorter commanding phrases. for example, "it's fine, dream" or "stop, dream" or "i dont know, dream". he'll also use his name at the beginning of phrases whenever hes about to complain about something lmao. let's say george wants to go out or something. instead of straight up saying he wants to go out, he might say something like "dream, im bored. this vicinity that we're in, it's boring" expecting dream to fix the problem for him.

adding onto that, he loves his little vocab words. words like befuddled seem to be favorites for him. i think he just likes the way certain words feel to say if that makes sense. (dream is one of those words). he also tends to speak in shorter phrases sometimes, especially when hes trying to joke around. his way of speaking in general doesnt typically involve long-winded explanations. in fact, in the past, when dream or sapnap dont understand what hes saying, he usually gets annoyed. "how do you not know what i'm talking about? you're an idiot."

dream:

the thing that stands out the most to me with dreams way of speaking is that hes usually very honest with everything he says. if he suddenly gets this surge of appreciation or gratitude towards someone, he'll most likely vocalize it. he also - contrary to george - tends to draw out his sentences. i think he is definitely a saying before speaking kind of person, and that usually involves him cutting sentences off to start new ones, run on sentences, etc. he has that adhd way of speaking lmao. stuttering, saying "like" a lot, feeling like he cant get the sentence out as fast as his mind is going, switching between topics while telling a story.

dream also sees the world through a technicalities a little lmao. what i mean by that is that he tends to want to be very specific when it comes to his actions / the things he observes. for example, he can't just say, "i slept so much last night." it'll go more like, "i slept so much last night. i slept for like, twenty hours. ok, well, maybe not twenty hours but it was like - okay, it was maybe like, sixteen hours." this i think also manifests into terms he used to use a lot such as recency bias (and george kinda does too, but i think he does it mostly when talking to dream, a way of mirroring him during a conversation).

tldr just really pay attention to the way they speak to each other and spin them around in your head.

im sure there are things im missing but i hope that was at least somewhat helpful. i also didnt read over this after typing it so if there are errors im sorry.

[blueinkphantom]

thinking thoughts of c!Techno catching a cold mixed with AU where c!Dream post-prison stayed at his place

Dream has by now physically healed for the most part. He has a prostethic for his missing foot, his shakiness has lowered, scars decorate his skin but there's no big open wounds. Things go well and then Techno gets sick. At first the piglin tries to claim that he's alright. A bit of a scratchy throat won't stop him. But then his nose gets stuffy and there's barely a minute where his eyes aren't watery to the point of everything becoming blurry. Coughs wreck through his body and he's more tired than usual.

Dream doesn't know how he managed it, but he somehow convinced Techno to lay down and rest. now he just needs to figure out how to best take care of the person who did so to him as he recovered from prison.

Phil unfortunately is on a trip currently which means its very much up to Dream. A very unsure Dream who really isn't sure how he feels about this.

Instead of focusing on that, he recalls what all Techno and Phil did for him, as well as what Bad used to do whenever either he or Sapnap got sick. He makes soup and brings it to Techno's bed as best as he can (he might have temporarily added a few slabs for that). He brings a cool wet washcloth when he notices that his friend's temperature is rising higher than normal for the piglin. And of course he takes care of his usual chores, including feeding the pets, cleaning and what not (all with breaks in between. he is mostly healed, not completely. and he probably never will. his prostethic isn't the most comfortable one and requires breaks)

just them switching the usual roles i read and write for a bit