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Hey!!! I just came across your autistic!Wilbur fic you posted, and I wanted to shout about how glad I was to see it!! I read it on AO3 ages ago now, and it continues to be a favorite of mine to turn to, so thank you for posting it where you could. It's been a lovely help. Cheers!

This means a lot, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

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sighs and retcons everything i’ve ever written with dream being blond.

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tempted to take today’s stream and write fanfiction about it.

maybe part about Ghostbur reuniting with Friend and seeing Connor but also

that meeting between Wil and Niki could have gone way better.

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Wibur Soot be like "For my one good deed I'm sending a sheep to Hell"

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Watching Wilbur’s stream right now and-

All I really can think of is that I hope they’re carrying on Techno’s legacy and including more of the smaller creators in their lore. I’m really happy that Niki is being featured in this stream and now Connor.

I just hope this trend continues and we get amazing streams like this.

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love you /p

love you too! /p

<3

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I’ve put some thought into it, and I’ve come to the decision that I am going to continue my fics whenever I have the motivation for them again. Especially Born to Rise and Bounty Hunting.

I’m not going to stop just because a beloved creator is gone. He wouldn’t want us to stop creating and remembering him, he was and still is a very important person to us, and I’d like to think he’s still eating up the fan created content from us and enjoying all of it.

Writing is very important to me, SBI is still incredibly important to me, as are the family dynamics, or found family dynamics that come from their friendship.

As for some of the others, I might continue those, and I might not. I haven’t thought about them too much, so I’m mostly going to focus on the two named above, whenever I feel the drive to get back into the characters.

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Only Techno could have us all thinking his name was Dave up until the very last moment.

God that man’s sense of humor is unmatched.

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just so you all know, there’s nothing wrong with continuing to make content of techno, whether it’s of the cc and/or character. there’s nothing wrong with having a techno themed blog and/or url. it just shows that he’s made a positive impact in your life and that he made you happy and that you appreciate him.

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I haven’t been here in awhile cause I got deep into another fandom. I wanted to come back and say that Technoblade was the ultimate push that led me into Dream SMP, simply because I thought the name was awesome.

I didn’t know how much I could come to love and adore his character, his sense of humor, and everything about him. He’d been such a joy to watch, each video was made with plenty of humor to go around, as well as being a complete art form.

Even though I drifted away from MCYT in general, the people never left my heart, and especially now, Technoblade will never leave my mind. I can’t say I want to strive to be like him, but I do want to throw passion into the things I do and and love the people I’m around twice as hard. It’s so easy to take things for granted sometimes, but there are also those moments when you just gotta truck through it with your head held high and a witty quip at the tip of your tongue.

Love you Techno, you were one hell of a guy. See you, nerd.

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should've known it was tommy.

now, sir, what was going through your head when you posted "big cums" huh? you can't just try to hide it by reblogging cats

tommy

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Updated my Marvin concept. I plan to add more to his belt in the future and I messed up his scars a bit xD I already coloured everything so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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triggers: zalgo text, mild violence, threatening children

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It’s a beautiful day, and yet, Stacy worries. 

Both her children are upstairs, and she’s in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch. Staring out the window into her backyard shows nothing amiss, just a slightly overgrown garden, a regular yard, and the sound of static ringing in her ears. There’s nothing to worry about, and yet-

-wait.

leaning back away from her sink, Stacy glances upward, making sure the kids are still up there before turning around slowly. She doesn’t want to see who may potentially be behind her. To remain cautious, she closes her eyes, sucking in and holding a breath.

“Holding your breath isn’t going to save you, deary.” The distorted, low voice of Anti washes over her like a gentle blanket. It’s too soothing and filled with every sort of danger imaginable. “But where are my manners anyway? Hello, Stacy.”

Cracking her eyes open, Stacy stares forward at Anti. He’s leaning against the counter, smirking at her. He’s glitching, ever so slighty. One second, he’s just casually standing before her, and the next, he’s tapping his fingertips against the surface.

“My kids,” she whispers, voice cracking. “You can’t be here.”

“They’re playing,” Anti says dismissively. “They won’t even notice I’m here.” He moves closer toward her, fingers dancing in the air. “Besides, when else am I going to get a chance to talk to you? My favorite woman.”

Backing up into the sink, Stacy feels behind her for some sort of weapon to keep Anti at a distance. All she can grab is a stray fork. “Please leave.”

Glitching forward, Anti grabs her by the biceps, gripping tightly. His green and black eyes seem to keep her paralyzed, because she can’t look away. “If you even think about trying to stab me, I’m going to make things even worse for you,” Anti growls softly. “And you know I don’t like it when things don’t go my way.

With a frightened whimper, she removes her grip on the fork, one finger at a time, exhaling when the fork clatters to the floor. “What do you want with me?” She’s painfully aware of how close he is right now. His foul breath tickles her nose, resuling in her trying to pull away, or at least turning her head to the side. “You already took their father.”

“And wouldn’t it be a joy for Chase to be reunited with the love of his life?” Anti’s grinning now. “Those adorable children of yours would be so very happy if mummy and daddy got back together. Everyone would be delighted, wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t...” Stacy stares down at the ground. The air between them is glitching more erratically, leaving her with a sense of dizziness and nausea. “What are you getting at?”

His claws dig into her arms. Stacy can feel the blood leaking through the cuts, soaking her sleeves. Biting her lip, she tries not to squirm or pull back for fear of angering Anti. “I came to visit you. Did you forget I own you too?”

“I still don’t know why?” The question slips out before she can stop. They’ve had this conversation more than once. Not that it’s ever made sense to her. What Anti wants, Anti takes, and for some reason, he’s taken her for his own. It’s not like he ever seriously hurts her, just comes and frightens her. Stacy feels almost grateful, he hasn’t touched either one of the kids yet.

Still, the question has him pulling back, staring at her with an expression she can’t make out. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes... Stacy can’t tell if it’s anger or resignation at her own ‘stupidity.’ Then, he slaps her across the face. It stings, but there’s hardly any force behind it. Stacy knows Anti well enough to know he can fling people across a room with the flick of his fingers, so he’s holding back with her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” he snaps. “I am tired of answering this question for you. Because I can, you wench.” Anti grips her jaw next. It’s not hard enough to keep her in place, but still painful enough to keep her from talking. “You’re my insurance.”

Okay, that bit of information is new.

“It’s best for everyone if you just stay put.” With his other hand, he pats her gently on the cheek before releasing her jaw. “Now that we’ve dealt with your stupidity, I came to check on you.”

“I didn’t...” she clears her throat. “We ate lunch.” She wants to ask what he meant by insurance, but the thought of being manhandled again terrifies her. Instead, Stacy rubs at her arms, making a mental note to change clothes later before her kids see the blood. “And then I sent them upstairs to play.”

“Hm. You live a very boring life.” Anti giggles. “I bet you wish you still had friends to talk to, huh? Wonder what dear old Marvin and Jackie are up to these days?”

He turns away. “You’re a forgotten chapter in everyone’s life. Even your ex husband forgot you.” Turning back toward her, he wags a finger. “I’m just counting down the days until you give in, deary.”

“I’m not your deary,” she says defiantly. “I will never be your deary.”

He leans close again, swaying from side to side. With the glitches added, Stacy feels dizzy again, trying to keep up with his movements. “That’s where you’re wrong, Stacy. You’ve always been mine, and I don’t let my toys go easily. Just because you still have the ability to think for yourself doesn’t change reality.”  He strokes her hair, almost lovingly.

“Please leave,” she whispers. Maybe if she closes her eyes, she can pretend it’s Chase caressing her. “I don’t want you near me.”

“Too bad.” Anti gives a sharp yank to her hair. “You bore me anyway.” Shoving her back, he turns again, studying the rest of her kitchen. “Might want to clean yourself up. I daresay your oldest is going to suspect something otherwise.” Anti points up. “I could just pick him instead of you but-”

Stacy starts to protest, to which Anti just laughs. Not a giggle, but a harsh, distorted laugh that’s straight out of a nightmare. “-you probably wouldn’t like that much.”

“Don’t touch Trey!”

“Then next time I come to visit, e̷x̸p̸e̵c̶t̷ ̷m̸e̶!̶” With those words, he disappears. Stacy does not like the implications of what he means, but she knows it’s nothing good. A thousand scenarios cross her mind: he could kill her, take her kids, taunt her with Chase, or... or...

No, she doesn’t like where her mind is going. She’s not a puppet, yet. Like he’d said, she still has free will, and she’s going to make use of it. She’ll just... have to keep trying to find where the others are hiding. If Marvin and Jackie knew Anti was holding her hostage in her own home, surely they’d help. Right?

With a sob, she sinks to the floor, burying her face in her hands. Her kids don’t need to hear her cry.

She’s losing hope though.

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[pandoraborn]

I really needed this today, right now.

Thank you

feeling like its not said enough

you matter. you are cared about. youre doing good, keep that up. I am proud of you. good job.

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your royal highness

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i’m all for it.

think of all the chaos he’d cause

tumblr would blow up if tommy joined

just kaboom somewhere the headquarters

headlines, mr soot. you could make headlines.

boom like..

you mean

blow up?

like l'manburg?

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so true tommy

wilbur soot

is a bitch