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[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

💜 Baes, Bandaids, and Beaches

[Gender Neutral]

[400+ words]

Description: You complain about the cut on your foot to your own personal boy-next-door bestie Ranboo.

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"I cut my foot," You whine at Ranboo, who's currently sitting on the floor next to your bed, just laughing at you. "It's not funny, it hurts!"

"Oh poor baby-man, can't handle a small cut," Ranboo rolls his eyes but obligatorily puts their hand put. You set your foot in it with wiggling toes and he rolls his eyes again. He looks over the cut, which is admittedly not that ugly, and winces in sympathy when he spots the puffy red skin around it.

"Oh geez, you definitely need to bandage that. Do we even have any band-aids though?" Ranboo sets your foot back and you pull it towards yourself, falling back on your bed.

"We?" You smile, amused. "Since when did you live here?"

"Since your dads stopped asking where I came from when I came down for dinner," Ranboo says, fully deadpan. He stands up, stretching his egriously long limbs out before moving towards your bathroom. "So, do we?"

"I dunno, check the drawers I guess?" You scratch at the area around your foot, grimacing. You love living by the beach (and it's even better that it's just a walk away) but sometimes days like these happen and you trip on the wrong stone and have to suffer with the consequences of your own actions. Okay, maybe you're a tad dramatic right now but it doesn't really hurt!

"Find any, Bae?" You call out, turning on your stomach to look at your bathroom door.

"Call me Bae again and I won't give them to you!" He calls back, already walking out with a box of Disney princess band-aids in hand. He just sighs at your grinning face and passes them over.

"Thank you, Bae," You reach out and pat his cheek before he turns away.

His face sours comically, though you can see him holding back a smile. "Whatever, I'm gonna go ask your dad for some lemonade."

"Dad's out right now, ask Pa!" You shout but Ranboo doesn't react so you shrug and just assume he heard you. God, you hardly remember the days Ranboo wasn't living right next to you but sometimes it hits you that he's just involved with everything you do now.

You can hear Ranboo going up your stairs, 2 at a time like always, and grin. It's a lot but you enjoy it anyways. Now, if you can just convince him to let you crash his streams...

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[I was replaying Our Life (FREE TO PLAY SO GO PLAY ITS SO CUTE AND LOVELY) and I wanted to write about best friend neighbour's. Whether it's the romantic boy-next-door type or just friends, up to you.]

[Also I haven't posted real writing since like three days before my birthday which means it's been like two months. Uh oh. So take this small thing I wrote on the plane and I promise I'll have something longer in a few days. Peace, love you all. Take care of yourself, you matter!!!]

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DT POSTING THIER S/O

Dream Team posting Thier S/O and what they would post [HC]

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@DreamWasTaken

"Look how small They're hand is 🥺"

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Dream hands Down...Hehe- Would post about your hand sizes All the time, Being a faceless strramer has more cons the pros so he never passes the chance to show the size Difference between the two of you :)

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@Sapnap

"I piggy backed From a Pizza Dough Freezer"

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Obviously he enjoyed watching stranger things with you, He never stops quoting El. He just hated how much you fawned over Eddie and Steve

"Whats they got that I don't..?"

"Nick. Baby, Its just a show I promise"

"So if we were all in a room you would choose me over them?"

"....

Now nick-"

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@GeorgeNotFound

"They really woke me up for this Photo 😒"

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This is Not somthing Weird to George. He usually Ends up Forgetting you took it and its funny to see his reaction later when it blows up, Hes such a sleepy head and you always Bully him for it. But in the end you don't mind. You love your "British Hot pocket" With everything <33

That was It, If you want me to make a part two Follow and alike this Blog, I appreciate Everyone and Everything. I wanna clarify that these are just head cannons with the CC!'s! This was actually accidentally Posted Two days earlier than it was supposed to so Two posts in one days! 😭

[ze-maki-nin]

Jealousy Hcs!

Requested: Na! I got bored and wanted a 'Break' I guess from writing my requests! I also just wanted to create Jealousy Hcs so-

Pairing: Multiple Dsmp Boys! x Gn! Reader!

Idea: The boys get Jealous!

Tags/Warnings: None, Fluff, Cursing! (If there is any warnings that I missed pls tell me!)

Word Count: 1,798!....Thats alot-

A/n: I just got a sudden urge to write Jealousy Hcs so-

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Dream:

＊He would just stand behind you, fuming silently.

＊Wraping his arms around your waist when he starts loosing his patience

＊Would start kissing your shoulder/neck!

＊Probably whisper things in your ear to distract you

＊If the person gets too close for his or your liking

＊They get roasted

＊Burned

＊They are now running away in embarrasment-

＊ANYWAYS!

＊You would scould him with a small smile

＊But he would just act oblivious

George:

＊Hugging your arm

＊Glaring at the person definetly!

＊Would interupt the other person

＊"Maybe we could-""Look at that Y/N!"

＊Ya...

＊He would also kiss youe cheek....

＊Constantly-

＊ANYWAYS!

＊After the person left he would just ignore you

＊"George-" Hes now walking away...

＊You would run infront of him, grab your face in your hands, stare into his hands and MUWAH!

＊Kissing him all over his face!!

＊Hes now blushing and trying to get you to stop-

＊He's now just following you around with a blush on his face!

Sapnap:

＊Arms around your waist/you in general!

＊Would glare at the person

＊Mutter threats uder his breath

＊Do the Slit throat action thing to the person...

＊Would alo mouth threats to the person...

＊You would probably elbow him in the stomach to shut him up-

＊ANYWAYS!

＊He'd have to hold himslef back from killing the person-

＊If the person goes to far/makes you super uncomfy you would have to hold him back from starting a fight

＊He WILL start a fight and absolutley destroy the person!

＊Probably the most violent of them all-

Karl:

＊He would be so sad :(

＊He would start to feel insecure :(

＊He would start to think that youre gonna leave him :(

＊If he is intimidated by the guy he would be a little shy!

＊He would probably be whispering to you telling you he wants to leave or that he wants to go somehwere else

＊He would also be hugging you in some way!

＊Or he would be holding your hand/a part of your shirt/dress!

＊If the perosn gets to close to you for his or your liking, he would probably try to talk to them

＊He's probably say Please as well cause hes sweet like that-

＊Not me simping for Karl right now-

＊ANYWAYS!

＊He would try to protect you but eventually just drag you away from them!

Quackity:

＊He would glare at the person, hating them for taking his S/O attention

＊He would then interuppt the person by flirting with you

＊Or syaing "Come on come on! Let's go to that store" "Sweety....Thats Maurices..." Or some other female clothing store-

＊ANYWAYS!

＊If that doesnt work and the person keeps talking to you

＊He WILL start a fight!

＊A verbal fight....He wouldnt be able beat someone with his short ass-

＊ANYWAYS!

＊He would say something like "Ok. You had your shot. Now let ME talk to MY partner! Instead of some rando who doesn't know the first thing on how to flirt with people!"

＊I'm tired leave me be

C!Jschlatt:

＊Bear wih me I'm not very good at writing him-

＊Hmmmmmm.....

＊I think he would glare at the person

＊Back hugs and neck kisses all the way!

＊If the person wont leave you alone he woud just straight up kiss you

＊And if they STILL dont get the point

＊Then ummmm they might not be alive the next day-

＊Sorry this is short! I had no idea what to put!

Tubbo:

＊He would probably start to feel a bit insecure

＊But trust you not to leave him!

＊Making sure youre okay/comfortable with this happening is his top priority right now!

＊If you are he would just nod and stay beside or behind you

＊Probably hugging you in someway or holding your hand/shirt

＊He would be skeptical of the person and just keep a sharp eye on them!

＊BUT!

＊If youre NOT comfortable/okay with whats happening

＊He would be on it!

＊He would step in front of you, blocking the persons view of you, and tell the person that they're making you uncomfy!

＊"Please stop talking to them! You're making them uncomfortable!"

＊He's so sweet!

＊But if the person doesnt leave you alone

＊He would glare at the person

＊Mumble "Rude"

＊Grab your hand and drag you away saying

＊"Come on lets go!"

Ranboo:

＊............

＊Who would be brave enough to walk up to you two?!

＊Hes 6'6 no?!

＊ANYWAYS!

＊If someone WAS brave enough to walk up to you

＊He would probably just stand behind you, looking like your bodyguard

＊You know those pictures of him and Tommy, and he's just standing in the background

＊Ya...Thats him when hes jealous

＊If the person hasnt run away in fear yet

＊Then he raps his an arm around you shoulders and

＊"Lets go somewhere else Y/N"

＊And just walk away with you under his arm

Tommy:

＊This jealouse Bitch-

＊He would be louder on purpose!

＊He just talkes over the person

＊Not caring how loud he has to get

＊If you tell him to quiet down, he'll just glare and start pouting

＊He would mutter curses and threats under his breath

＊If you start to get uncomfortable, he will NOT hesitate to jump in and yell at the person

＊"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!"

＊Ya...

＊You would have to drag him away before he starts a fight he cant win

C!Techno:

＊Bruh.......

＊This MOTHERFUCKER IS 7ft!!

＊Someone has GUTS!

＊ANYWAYS!

＊He would just stand there behind you like

＊Bruh Im right here

＊He would just stand there, his arms crossed as he stared the person down

＊If he sees youre getting uncomfrotably he would just be like

＊"Ya no. Leave."

＊If the person dosent leave he would be so annoyed Lmao

＊If the perosn dosent leave and just ignores him hes gonna be even more annoyed

＊He would proabbly growl

＊Push you behind him gently

＊and

＊"If you dont leave in three seconds your heads coming off"

＊Hes glaring and resting his hand on his weapon...

＊You should probably take him away...before he kills someone-

Wilbur:

＊He's 6'5 (?)

＊People are being brave today-

＊He would probably have a 'Normal' conversation with the person

＊"I also like Music a lot!"

＊Or something like that (M tired leave me be T-T)

＊While on the inside hes cursing and roasting the person

＊If you look close enough you can see him gritting his teeth

＊You should be concerned-

＊Hes slowly starting to look like hes going to murder someone-

＊"Why dont we leave Will?"

＊Yup.

＊You wanted to leave before he exploded with anger/jealousy

Ghostbur:

＊Ya Ya, I know he's not real but who cares 🙄

＊He would be floating next to you, staring at the person confused

＊"Whats this feeling?" He would question himself

＊You would probably look at him a bit concerend a couple of times

＊"You okay Bur?" "Ya! Im just confused?"

＊You would then turn to him, asking him why he's confused and all that

＊The person would just be standing there awkwardly cause oyu forgot about them Lmao

＊They would just eventually leave-

Niki:

＊The person would probably be flirting/talking to the both of you

＊Niki would grab a hold of your hand/arm/shirt getting uncomfy

＊"Pls stop"

＊Ya...Niki would want to leave imidietly-

＊Get the poor baby out of there :(

＊You would have to tell the person to stop

＊And if they dont just walk away

＊And if they STILL dont leave you alone

＊Your gonna have to threaten them-

＊And if they STILL dont leave

＊"Buddy...We're lesbian/Bi...She's my girlfriend.."...I'm tired leave me be-

＊Ya...Poor persons really imparrased now-

＊They might just turn red and run away...

＊...That would be interesting to watch-

Fundy:

＊Hmmmm.....

＊Ummm...

＊He would probably just stand there awkwardly

＊And if the person starts making you uncomfy he would start to slowly push you behind him

＊And start a conversation with the person instead

＊"Hey-Do you know of any good Cafes?"

＊He would literally say anithing to distract the person from you

＊And then he would "Thanks!"

＊Walks away from the person, your hand in his!

＊Ya...I didnt really know what to put for him-

＊Sorry

Purpled/p:

＊He would just stare at the person deadpanned

＊Like 'Really bitch. They're busy'

＊"Theyre busy"

＊Ya...The person did not like that-

＊"What did you say Kid?"

＊"I said they're busy" *Glares*

＊Ya...Drag him away before he starts a fight-

＊If hes just quiet the whole time he would thrw random sarcastic jokes

＊And try to get you away from teh person

＊Not liking your attention on the person

＊Im tired leave me be-

Bbh:

＊Hes gonna act polite at first!

＊Trying to be nice and not lash out-

＊But if the person makes you uncomfy or gets too close to you for eaither of your liking

＊Hes gonna try pulling you away

＊"Come on lets go Muffin!"

＊If the person grabs your hand you better beleive hes gonna get protective

＊"Let go of them! You didn't ask them if you could old their hand!"

＊Hes still trying to be nice

＊If th person wont let you go hes gonna lash out-

＊"I told you to let their hand go!!" *Glares*

＊Maybe he would start to hint that he knows how to throw nice and shit-(Im tired and dont remember leave me be-)

Skeppy:

＊He would be a baby-

＊He would wrap you up in his arms and burry his head in your neck

＊"Hmmmm....Lets leave~"

＊He would whine about want ing to leave

＊If you just tell him that youll leave in a bit he would pout and just stand behind you

＊All pouty and annoyed

＊If he ses that youre getting uncomfy he would get so mad-

＊"STOP IT!!"

＊Ya...He would yell at the person-

＊He would make a big scene

＊Probably start a fight-

＊Drag him away for my sake pls!

＊I cant deal with this second hand embarrasment-

Awesamdude (Sam):

＊Im not the best for writing with him either bear with me-

＊He would just stand behind you, his arms crossed

＊Just staring down the person, not liking them already

＊The person would probably start to squirm under his gaze-

＊"Why dont we leave Love"

＊You would question him

＊If you dont want to leave, he would huff but let you stay

＊If the person starts to make you uncomfy you woud probably grab onto the front of Sams shirt

＊He would immidetly notice and put his arms aorund you

＊"We will be leaving now"

＊And just drag you away from the person

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I DID IT!! I FINISHED JEALOUSY HEADCANONS!!

Sorry I havent posted any requests-

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Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill or Be Killed (Part 2)

Part 1, Part 2 (Fin)

(Art by: Jammie on Twitter)

Where does this take place?:  The Arctic Empire, New L'Manberg, The Greater SMP

What event takes place?: Technoblade's and (Y/n)'s execution

Character pairing: Piglin!Hybrid!Technoblade and Bear!Hybrid!Reader

Information on chatacter(s): Both hybrids have a human like form but when feeling threatened both are able to shift into a bigger more animal like form that will add onto both strength, agility, and height (height to look more intimidating)

WARNINGS: Blood, character death, descriptive but mild gore, angst, explosions, murder, manipulation, foul language, freezing, Character Death

Status: Platonic, Angst, Fluff, Familial (Technoblade sees reader as a sibling)

Pronouns: They/them

Word count: 2,419 (2k)

Page count: 7.1

​​​Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

"What do ya think about this?" Lifting the object in your hand you raised the other to fix the large crown that you had appropriated from your dear mentor. Presenting it to the man who sat at your side, long Infared strands were unbound from the loose braid he often wore, leaving them to wave elegantly with the invisible digits of lady wind to rake through. Technoblade hummed in response as he turned his head to peer at your perched figure whose small round ears flickered in excitement, a few content huffs leaving your nostrils in small puffs of air. 

"Hm, I thought you'd have more blue's in there but it's nice, I guess." He shrugged, fixing the hook of his mantle to hang limp on the soft fur that lined the base. He'd caught you a few more times than not, ruffling the soft mane, a childish grin spread across your lips. Despite everything that was happening and what was to come, you never lost those childlike innocents, but he knew under that façade you effortlessly hid behinds, was a killer just like himself. Honestly, the older male saw himself within you, the way your eyes glinted with malice when the mention of blood was brought into a conversation, or when you'd hum content melody's when reading (You caught him a few times doing the same thing). But what struck him the most was your violent urges.

The fur that limned your spine would bristle like a cat frightened out of its wits, top lip pulls into a nasty snarl to reveal your pronged trenchant canines that looked as if they could tare through the roughest of flesh and the strongest of bone. Your padded fingers would shift and contort as your dull talons soon grew blunted and keen at the tip-

It was honestly terrifying when he witnessed your full rage. 

Blood caked your snout, painting your teeth a spoiled scarlet that dripped from your chin like thinned cheese, affixes knuckle deep in the beast's carcass that lay limp at your feet. 

The Ravager had gored its pronged horn in the flesh of your side that was revealed from between the plates of your netherite armor which ended up puncturing your ribs quite bad-

"You look weird without your crown on," tilting your head to slide the said object from atop your dome shifted, resting against the cartilage of your rounded ear. Technoblade rolled his vermillion hues before shaking his head. "Well, I wouldn't look weird if you'd stop taking it." He barked. 

Your brows furrowed slightly at his words, Technoblade, your dear mentor was gifted with a monotone voice, which also meant that at times you couldn't completely compute what emotions he was expressing, if it was any at all. 

"Well, Mr. I'm-gonna-be-bitchy-over-a-crown; I wanted to do something." Standing from your spot you turned to him. Turning away he again shook his head.

"I'm not 'bitching' over the crown, it's just that you've got one hell of a pair of butter finger-" His words died on his tongue as a sudden weight atop his head became known. His body turned jagged as you fixed a few silk petals to sit on his hair better. With a nod of approval, you strode away to gather another bundle of long-stemmed flowers.

The blonde stood atop his windowsill; mangled wings pressed tight to the little of his back that ached slightly as he gripped at the windows wooden edge, his ankle sizzled with a small volt of electricity, but his mind wasn't focased on the device that kept him bound to the home to which he resides, but his attention was dead struck on the group. There, being pulled along the wooden oak path, was them. 

"You actually got them..."

Technoblade's piglin ears perked at the sound of his friend's voice, desperation sheeting his crimson eyes as he cried out defenselessly. "Phil- PHIL, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU!?" But as he turned to face the Elytrian a harsh shove jerked his torso, a sign from the battalion to keep moving, and he did, biting the flesh of his lip till a coppery taste painted his tongue but his words still cut through the air. "You guys leave Phil alone, leave him alone, you already have (Y/N), leave him alone!"

With that being said, Philza's sapphire hues shone with utmost concern when his eyes lay upon your tattered form, your matted hair, split lip that revealed the now dry gums, a single ear presented with a split that would most likely never heal back together, blackened eye, and bruised form, gods you looked sickly, normally bright (S/T) skin now tainted with a dull grey hue. 

Your eyes were cast to the wooden walkway that to you- felt as if it were going to go on forever. Your muscles twinged and bones ached after being forced into the harsh weather of the frigid tundra where Technoblade resigned even though now you weren't as cold as before, but you still you felt as if you were to pass out at any moment when waiting to be revealed to your dear mentor as a 'prize for our hard work.' 

throughout the whole boat ride to the man in charge, Quackity, would force a finger under the bear hybrids bruised chin, forcing your exhausted half lidded eyes to look at his own earthly hues that glinted with corrupt. Technoblade, every time would let a guttural- almost protective growl would leave his throat when he watched the man handle your beaten form so carelessly as if you meant nothing, but every time he did, Quackity would snap at him with the point of his diamond axe pointed at the man as he spat threats on how he was going to toss the young teen over the edge and watch them sink helplessly into the inky abys of the ocean.

And with your already dampened mental state you kind of hoped that he would. So that you didn't have to sit, back pressed to the boats wooden walls that rocked, sending waves of nausea to wash over your aching body. You looked absolutely pathetic, once a great fighter akin to their mentor now sat, broken and tattered.

A yelp of pain left your lips as the hilt of an axe dug into the fractured bone of your ribs that had been kicked in by yours truly- Fundy shoved your shoulder harshly only to gain a sympathetic glance from the enderman who strode widely beside the small battalion of men and the two captors. 

Finally finding the strength to cast your gaze from the floor you glanced up. Just a few feet away stood a towering machine with an iron bared cage beneath, from the top of the crane, hung an anvil from a rope that began to fray from the objects weight. If you weren't as cotton minded with pain and grogginess the thought of how the hell, they got that heavy ass thing to hang from there without accidentally killing one another. But alas, you were tugged to a nearby seat within the two rows of raised seating accommodations, the fox hybrid tightening his hold against the laceration of your forearm, to which you hissed, stumbling into a corner seat, teethed bared at the burning sensation of his fur tugging at the raw meat of your wound. 

To your left, Technoblade was led to a nearby poster located directly in front of the elytrians home. The poster- surprisingly- didn't have the two of you back-to-back, weapons held high as if to strike a fatal blow, but just Technoblade. 

With furrowed brows and scrunched nose- it struck you.

There WERE no posers around New L'Manberg that contained your photo. You weren't wanted. You weren't needed. But then why where they doing this you may ask?

You were being used for leverage.

They fucking knew that you were one of the few things that the pink haired shapeshifter cared for, including Philza: Who clung to his windowsill, unfastidious wings ruffled and untidied as he watched with helpless eyes as one of his two closest friends were forced carelessly into the iron caged walls, a sheet of thick glass welded into the front for perfect viewing pleasure.

"Technoblade, if you hadn't noticed, this is not a trial, this is not a trial." Quackity mused as he leaned against the iron bars, the ones that Technoblade clung to with white knuckles. 

Anxiety devoured hungrily at the pit of his stomach as Quackity continued with his cocky monologue. "You see down there," the duck pointed in a nearby location as the other of who was encaged, looked. " When we press that lever down there, what that anvil is going to do, is it's going to drop on you, and it's going to fucking kill you!"

The larger hybrids heart thumped against his chest at the sight of the heavy object that dangled from just a single rope that looked to fray at the ends. A part of him wondered how the hell these assholes were able to hoist that thing all the way up there. 

"But!-" Technoblade looked back at Quackity.

"You're not going alone you see, right there next to you?" He turned, glancing towards the large pole with a decent sizzled platform that elevated the bottom. "Fundy, will you be a king an bring them here for me?" Quackity's voice dripped with honey flavored venom.

Maybe you were wrong, maybe they really were going to kill you.

Fundy, the grandson of Philza Minecraft grinned wickedly as his grip again turned taut, almost bruising, before yanking your stumbling figure along the path, towards the stand where Technoblade was being held. 

A harsh shove sent you stumbling, knees hitting the hard wood with a harsh thud. Fundy's hand was then replaced by another, a bit more calloused and firmer than the foxes. "Thank you, Fundy, now, go and enjoy the show huh?"

With a curt nod, the male cast a weary glance towards the encaged piglin who's eyes never left the pathetic looking figure. "Quackity, what- what are you doing with them? They had nothing to do with my actions! Leave them alone!"

"Oh no, no, no, Technoblade, you are not sweet talking your apprentice out of this, they strictly helped you destroy the very foundation we stand on today! Just like we did theirs! BLOWN TO PEICES!" He shouted the last part, yanking the rope that now bound your hands assisted by the copper cuffs that kept you from shifting, a handy cap of sorts.

You were too weak to even struggle.

Quackity dropped from the stands surface, not even bothering to use the stairs that were directly next to him, his wings flapping, an attempt to slow his fall before his netherite boots hit the wooden floor with a clunk. "Neither of you are getting out of this alone, even if it kills me." He hissed, continueing. "Now, you must be wondering what this is yes?" The man crouched next to the lever that would soon bring the blades impending doom, his earthy eyes glinting with malicious intent as he lifted the weapons form their spots, tossing one to his fellow hybrid, Fundy.

In their hands sat two cross bows, both loaded with arrow tipped fireworks. An idea cheekily crafted by Quackity himself after remembering the young presidents unfortunate demise to the same weapon. 

It made Tubbo shudder seeing that again.

You just stood; knees buckled towards each other, breathing heavily, so hard that it felt like a wheeze. 

It broke Techno's heart seeing you like this, all tattered in worn because you inderstood his intentions unlike most others. All because you wanted to destroy the very thing that drove his brother and your best friend off his rocker. 

This corrupt ass government that held one of the youngest members of the SMP and the most feared Anarchist to await their doom.

"I'm sure you recognize these baby's, yeah? I got them from your houses after we caught you!" He chirped happily. "But enough of this, Tubbo, can you please do the honors of explaining to our whole and entire team, of what's going on here?"

With a nod and hum the boy glanced back towards the two exclusionists. Technoblade's lips pulled into a hateful snarl, and (Y/n) who lifted their head to rest against the pole's stature. 

His voice wavered. "Technoblade and (Y/n) have robbed this country, of everything that made it special. Of everything that defined what it was. The two stepped in when they shouldn't have-"

The ram hybrid's voice faded into nothing, but murmurs as (Y/n) lifted their head, swollen eye peering at their mentor. 

"Techno?"

He turned with the snap of his head, boar ears perking at the sound of their hoarse voice, despite its roughness it was still music to his ears.

"Yes Artemis?" 

"Thank you." 

This took the man by surprise, no one ever really thanked him, genuinely at least. Other eyes when thanking him of his helping hand had a thin sheen of light in their eyes, just as they were made to be. But theirs shown absolute sincerity, that blanket of light that enveloped their swollen eyes as tears gathered at the ducts. "Thank you for everything. For being a shoulder to lean on, for helping me when I was at my lowest." 

The tears began to flow down the bear's face. "Hey, we're gonna get out of this, I promise." 

(Y/n) shook their head.

Chaos ensued beyond the heartfelt conversation between the two that seemed oblivious. "No, no I'm not, I'm at least 74 percent sure that I won't make it, but you still have two lives to waste. I'll be nothing but dust." 

"AIM, AIM YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"PULL THE LEVER BIG Q, PULL THE LEVER!"

A shadow cast over the pinettes head as (Y/n) pulled their shoulders to their ears, the tip of the arrow tipped firework approaching rapidly.

"But most of all, thank you for being the friend I never knew I needed."

(Y/n) went out with a bang of color

Technoblade has reached the goal [Postmortal]

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[wimbledonsoot]

[the fall] - MORNINGS (ep.2)

as the hero council arrives, you're told to 'take a little time for yourself'. but when you witness a murder on your way back from school, you can't just let things be.

trigger warnings for this chapter: violent murder, blood, gore, assault, violence, visual murder - as in blood sprays everywhere and shit,

word count: 3.1k

Or maybe, there is something you can do. After all, you've done all the training that Dream or Sapnap have, and you know how to fight. You've done some careful observation of all your enemies to see where you can hit them with your power from a distance.

So when your finger lightly brushes the button and The Blood God's sword presses tighter against your throat, you kick out and pray that luck is on your side.

And god, it is.

Because somehow, you manage to not only hit the pink-haired man, you also manage to hit him a spot that's somehow already sore. That's why he stumbles back and also why you have to swerve out of the way of his sword.

I mean, it'd be pretty awkward if you'd have died that way.

You can just imagine telling your fellow ghost friends down in the afterlife all about it. You'd definitely spin the story to make you seem like more of a badass.

You rush forward, pressing the button and hurrying out a string of words along the lines of "Syndicate, vigilantes, fight, injured, help." Hopefully it'll reach the hero council. You don't even fucking know how this hasn't gone unnoticed yet.

But just as you stand up and get ready to fight again, a large burst of power rushes through the room.

It seems that something - be it help or not - has arrived.

And as the rubble clears and you're face to face with none other than Bomb, you realize that it's probably the latter.

The vigilante facing you is a goat or ram hybrid, and his power consists of creating and throwing projectiles (such as bombs) within a matter of seconds. He's dangerous, but his skill set is better suited to large, outdoor fights. The hallway in which you find yourselves at the moment is small, and crowded. You don't know what to expect.

What you do know, though, is that now you're outnumbered.

Phantom phases into existence beside you, and with the laziness of someone far too self-confident, draws a weapon. You, however, with the speed of someone who is scared for their life, only stumble back.

Wow. You really are fucking useless.

Phantom only smirks at your attitude, and you quickly realize that maybe - just maybe - Dream wasn't exaggerating when he said that this dude was scary.

The smile - grin, more like it - sends shivers down your spin in torrents.

Phantom phases too quickly for you to react, and even though you hastily block his attack, his sword slides off the edge of yours, allowing him to thrust forward. You step to the side, bumping into Bomb, whose eyes glow red in that way that tells you he's using his powers.

Again, Phantom phases in beside you, striking his weapon down in an elegant arc that you can only duck to avoid, rolling out beneath his sword. The fight would be so smooth, if it weren't for the fact that you're kind-of-really having a panic attack inside because of it.

Glancing around as you get to your feet, you notice that you're not the only one struggling to hold your ground. The Blood God's and Philza have teamed up to fight George, and Apollon and Dream are caught in a taunting battle of wills (as per usual, you might add).

You notice that you're bleeding, and wipe away the crimson liquid before discarding your blade to go at Phantom in a more conventional way. Fuck it, am I right? The situation is hopeless as it is, and if you can get any, any advantage, you'll take it.

When Phantom lays eyes on you, you can see that he's starting to phase out. So you tether him in place the only way you know how, distraction.

Black flashes engulf the area around him, and as you tackle the man to the ground, you get in a couple punches. However, as he fazes out of existence, you realize that maybe, you made a mistake.

Because you can hear as he picks up your sword, and you can sense him stalking towards you.

Well fuck.

The hallway, however cramped as it may be, stretches out for a fair distance of ten meters. You stand at the edge, but as Phantom waves his swords in the air and you dodge each potential death strike, the distance between you and the wall quickly approaching has never felt smaller.

Suddenly, you hit the wall. The concrete feels cold, and the fact that this is the last thing you're ever going to feel strikes you as kind of depressing. You'd want something nice in your final moments. Like a hug or something.

Or maybe you'd like to hang out with Techno for a bit. Say goodbye.

But it turns out that luck has something else planned for you, and as Dune, Monarch and The Captain burst into the room, Phantom quickly forgets you. You expect them to stay; fight, but it seems that this was not supposed to be more than just a terror attack.

A way to shy you away from picking a fight - they want you to know they can kick your asses.

You grind your teeth as they flee the scene. Fucking cowards.

You, George, Dream and Sapnap meet in the center of the room, all of you limping in some way. Dream's arm is bruised; a nasty one that coats his shoulder in black and blue. George has a nasty split lip. Sapnap is nursing a wound on his leg, likely from The Blood God's deadly sword. And you're just plain sore. Something feels like it's ever so slightly gone wrong in your wrist, you know that you've got bruises peppering your midsection and there's a small cut on your throat from the aforementioned man with a sword.

The Captain walks towards you, her face lit with fury. It sends a shiver of fear through you. You've never seen her so mad.

"Who initiated?" She asks.

Dream steps forward, and as head of your division the fact that he's the one who speaks is perfectly natural. "They did. The attack came out of nowhere."

The Captain's face softens slightly from the fact that you guys probably look like a bunch of abandoned cats, and she replies with a quick: "Wait a minute," before walking over to the rest of the heroes assembled.

As they chat, you step forward. "Is everyone more or less okay?"

Dream and Sapnap nod and George shrugs, wincing as he does so. "I think I busted something in my shoulder, but aside from that I'm fine."

"Good," you say, and sit down.

Dream and Sapnap exchange a look and you raise your eyebrow. But before you can ask what they mean, Dream sits down next to you and asks: "And you? I mean, you're kinda out in the open now."

Oh. Yeah. You'd forgotten about that.

"I... I'm not sure. It's cool. It's scary. It's kind of causing me to panic inside because I'm not sure if that means that the advantage I give you guys is gone," you reply.

"If you're thinking that you're suddenly not important, you still are. You're super valuable for us. I mean come on, you managed to call the hero council for help and hold your own against Phantom," Sapnap says, smiling.

"Without you, we'd have bigger issues than a couple busted shoulders and some scratches," George adds.

You smile softly. These are your closest friends, and you're glad you have them. Even if one's a total dork who has no game, the other's oblivious and the third's a walking talking third wheel.

You want to reply, but it's at that point that The Captain, Dune and Monarch decide to talk to you about what happened. You and Dream stand in the presence of the heroes, while Sapnap and George turn to face them.

"We've decided that perhaps you need a little break," Dune says. His piercing stare turns to you and he adds: "After all, one of your identities has been compromised, and you all look a bit... bedraggled."

Usually you find Dune cool, but right now you really want to punch him with the way he says that.

"Yes sir," Dream says slowly, "When do you intend to... put us back into circulation?"

"We don't know exactly," says Monarch, their voice soft, "But likely once we've figured out why the Syndicate attacked. A few weeks at least, so to say, though we could be reckoning with as long as two or three months."

Two or three months?

You clench your teeth.

Two or three months?

They can't be serious.

But it seems they are, and it also seems that no one, no one except for you, that is, has an issue with that.

---

Walking back home is grim.

Rain patters down on your umbrella, the grey clouds that had been far off on the distance only hours ago covering the sun and painting the day dark.

Your thoughts are filled with disappointment. Everything had been going so well. Only weeks ago, your team had taken down a vigilante by the name of Thunder. While he'd escaped later, you still had been the ones to imprison him! You guys, in short, are good. It isn't right that you are being 'put out of service' just because of one fight, is it?

And Dream, Sapnap and George can't seriously be okay with it?

But from the way they'd reacted, silent, not saying a word as they packed up a few things and left, it seemed you were the only one who truly was irritated. And your complaints had fallen on deaf ears.

So here you are, walking home with the dull, dripping, grey sky above and the pretty much empty streets beside.

Your home is a small, cobblestone townhouse in the main part of L'Manburg, near the bridge. It isn't a super great area, or a super bad one, but the walk from the hero quarters back to it leads you through some... questionable bits of town.

Not that you're scared. Your powers, at the very least, are enough to protect you.

Still, you tug your bag closer and keep your head down, blending in with the rush of people as they make their way back home.

The last thing you want tonight was more trouble.

As you turn the corner into the small plaza branching off of the street that leads to your home, however, you suddenly realise that that was a slightly foolish wish.

Because lo and behold, there stands The Butcher.

The Butcher; the only true villain left in this town. He'd received his name from the massacre of True Casino. Twenty-five people had been killed. All of them by him.

So of course, it's not exactly unreasonable that you're ever so slightly scared.

It's a mother fucking mass murderer.

And it seems like he's found a new victim.

As you stumble back behind a corner, hiding behind it and praying he doesn't find you, you hear the whimpering and pleading. The sound of a knife being unsheathed. The slash of a blade across skin and then the wet splash of blood.

You gag, tugging out your mask.

You have to do something.

You have to.

You don't care in that moment that the hero council told you not to do this, and you don't care that you might die. And as you stand up, removing your coat, you curse those damn personality traits that make you ideal as a hero.

You're tempted to yell 'hey fuck face' but instead you call: "Butcher!"

It's better not to make him angry before even starting the fight, you suppose.

The man who faces you is not extraordinarily tall, or extraordinarily short, or extraordinarily anything. A black mop of hair covers most of his face, and his eyes are dark brown, nearing the same shade as his hair, but aside from that nothing stands out. Save for the scar running down the side of his face.

The smile he gives you is gruesome. A promise of violence. Not slow violence either. Ruthless, bloody murder type violence.

You think for a moment that his face is familiar, but you know that can't be. No one knows what the butcher looks like, and the reason for that is that his main ability, save for plain ruthlessness, is that he can make people simply forget.

Your eyes flicker to the body lying on the ground and you wince. Dead already. A clean slice through the neck, though blood stains the cobblestone ground red.

The very same blade he used for that victim now lies in his hand, and he twirls it around as he slowly sits on a step.

"Hey," he says, and his voice, just his voice, young and youthful and kind of charismatic, makes you stop.

And... forget.

It's meant to scare you, because within a moment you've snapped back to reality and you know where you are and who you're with. It's meant to tell you that you don't have a chance.

You are very much regretting your life choices at that moment.

"So..." he continues, but this time his voice seems colder, almost, less vibrant, "Who are you?"

He still talks like you're best friends. Like you know each other or something. Like, he's going to crack a joke and you're going to laugh and then you're going to go get a cup of coffee together. It doesn't make sense.

It confuses you.

"No one," you reply, hesitant. He cant tell you don't know how to play his game, and to that he smiles.

"See, I think you might be lying."

You don't reply, simply step back, towards the wall. A quick glance around shows he's managed to block out any chance of escape except going back.

The Butcher stands, and you shrink back, shocked at how suddenly he's taller, bigger, meaner. He smiles again, flicks his knife in, out, in, out. The clacking makes you wince each time, and each time he comes closer you press yourself further into the wall.

What have you gotten yourself into?

His smile widens as he notices your fear, and your mind races to try and figure out how to get out of this alive. You can't let him see where you're going. You can't let him follow you home.

As he leans in, he presses the knife to your throat, clicking it out. The metal reopens the small wound The Blood God gave you earlier.

A word, against your will, escapes your lips, "Please."

The Butcher frowns.

"I don't plan on killing you," he says, "But I want you to tell some of your little hero friends this." He leans in towards you ear, and you stiffen, "You'll. Never. Fucking. Catch me."

He removes his blade, and then as suddenly as he came, he's gone.

---

The walk - more like run - home takes little time, and as you realize just how close you are to the scene of the crime you tug off your mask and dial Techno's number. You don't feel safe here, and the Minecrafts have always let you stay over if you want.

Then again, there's usual an identifiable reason, but you're sure they'll let you.

The phone rings twice before Techno answers, his voice making it clear that he's tired. You glance at the clock on the mantle. It's already 10 PM.

"Hey, I'm sorry for calling so late but can I maybe stay over at yours tonight?"

Maybe it's the fact that you're asking this late or maybe it's the fact that you sound scared shitless, but Techno immediately wakes himself up. "Yeah, totally. Do you want me to pick you up? What happened?"

"I got robbed on the way back from work, and I don't exactly feel a hundred percent safe here," you reply, telling him half of the truth, as per usual. It's kind of sad how much you have to lie to him because of the whole hero thing.

You hear the sounds of shuffling as Techno says: "Okay, I'll be there in fifteen."

"You sure? I mean I can walk. Or just stay here. It's not the end of-"

"Y/N," he says sternly, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

With that, he hangs up.

---

True to his word, Techno's car stands in front of your doorway at 10:15 PM, and he smiles softly as you sit next to him, a small bag on your lap.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks, because he's your friend and friends are supposed to care (just... maybe not as much as he does).

You nod. It's hesitant, Techno can tell, and he knows that your shaken up.

"Do you want to tell me a bit more about what happened?" He asks, and as you turn to him, smiling lightly (it's a tad forced, he can tell), he sees a small cut along your neck. It's still bleeding, just a little bit, and it's exactly where-

No. Never-mind. That'd be so fucking weird, and no matter how much the universe like to play tricks on him, that'd be too much of a coincidence.

So instead he says: "You have a little cut on your neck. Did the guy have a knife or..."

"Yeah, he did," you mutter. You're looking out the window, and he can tell you're really shaken up. He doesn't want to think about what might've happened.

"Look, Y/N, do you want to talk?" He asks. He wants you to talk. Usually it helps and he really doesn't like seeing you scared.

"Not particularly," you say.

But you say nothing as you place a hand on his thigh, just lightly, as a little piece of physical affection. And he says nothing either.

The voices are having a field day.

The drive only takes a bit longer. Not many words are said but the silence is comforting, incredibly so. He can tell that you're feeling better, and he's glad that you felt comfortable enough to ask him for help.

And what are the voices saying?

E.

How poetic.

Tommy's dozed off on the couch while watching TV with Phil and Wilbur's up in his room strumming his guitar, so him walking you in only gets a hushed "Hey Y/N," from Phil and a snoozing "Fuck off," from Tommy. You both smile.

He sets you up on the pull out bed in the guest room, and as he leaves you smile, slightly.

"Thanks," you quietly say.

"You're welcome," he replies.

[elfie-loves-you]

C!Eret with a sibling!reader! <3

You ask, I deliver!

They ADORE you! And you adore them!

You two get along pretty well, you guys don’t fight. Of course, You guys argue, but that’s to be expected with siblings!

Inside jokes. Constantly.

Y’all tease eachother, just to see the other get riled up.

Whether you live together, or across the world from eachother, visits are necessary!

Eret leaves you little gifts, you give them stuff back!

On a whole, you guys love eachother! You get along well, and are pretty similar.

Even if you guys get in a fight, and don’t speak for days, the tension will eventually fade and you’ll be back to the happy,joking siblings you always have been

You either tease them for being younger, or they tease you for being younger! If you’re younger, you call them an old man!

[awooga-llama]

LIGHTNING STRIKES

Dream x NB! Reader

Triggers// Panic attacks, swearing, derealization, and depersonalization

    It seems like it’s always raining when they’re sad. (Y/N) sat on their window bench watching as the blue droplets fall from the sky. It was nearing midnight and that’s usually when the lightning would start. That was the one thing that scared (Y/N) more than any mobs or war on the server. Nights like these were usually very stressful and led to (Y/N) passing out from unsolved panic attacks, by unsolved I mean that they could never calm themself down enough to feel normal and they were too embarrassed to reach out for help but that was all after Dream was sent to prison. Before, Dream would always be here to calm them down and help bring them back to reality. He would use calming words that showed them how much he appreciated them, he would use comforting items like the blanket they shared when watching the sunset or his hoodie that (Y/N) would always “borrow” to sleep in. Ever since he’s been gone (Y/N) lost themself. 

(Y/N) began to stop thinking and started feeling hollow inside as they continued waiting for the unwelcomed lighting storm, feeling as if they were simply a character in a film. That they were watching themself and the world around them from spectator mode not being able to control anything.  Shortly after sinking into this mental state of being the sky was filled with a blinding light striking a nearby structure, all (Y/N) could do was whimper and shy away from the glass. They watched as the person on the window bench began to breathe rapidly, trembling in fear, sweat mixing with tears as the sky displayed its light show to them. 

A crack of thunder and another bolt of lightning struck closer this time. It hit the oak tree in (Y/N)’s front yard, luckily not starting a fire. The person moved away from the window finally making a mad dash for their bedroom shaking terribly and sweating, their head getting light and struggling to breathe. They sat against a wall sliding down, the house shook and a shelf was knocked down nearby. (Y/N) grasped their head with one hand and the collar of their shirt tugging on it violently as if it were choking them. The flashes of light bounced off the wall as they watched themself break down. They tried to scream and calm down but they were already too far in. 

A loud bang came from the front door but (Y/N) didn’t know if it was the thunder and lightning anymore. The flash of a shadow showed on the wall in their small kitchen. (Y/N) could hear what they thought were footsteps only to cower farther away when the sound of a crackling thunderstep sounded closer to the bedroom window. A voice called out to them and it sounded oddly familiar, but they were too panicked to respond. They just wanted to pass out already. 

“(Y/N)! Where are you?” The voice sounded closer this time. They tried to take control of themself even just a little to get the mystery person’s attention but all they could do was watch and cry. Eventually, their saviour found them. The familiar dirty blonde hair cascading against his slightly tanned pale skin, contrasted with his green eyes that shone like two glimmering emeralds in the soft yellow candle light emitting from the nearby scaffolding desk. He glanced around the room quickly till his eyes fell onto the person wrapping themself tightly in a ball against the wall. 

“Fuck. Hey, hey (Y/N), come back to me, please. Just follow the sound of my voice, we’ll get through this.” His words were already affecting the other’s emotions, they glanced up at him as he quickly ran over to the bed in the corner of the room looking for something in particular. He found the blanket, grabbed a picture off the dresser next to him, and sprinted to the chests against the wall pulling out a royal green hoodie. The man next moved to the side of the room where (Y/N) sat, he set the stuff down pulling the quivering person into his arms, burying their head in his chest as he kissed the top of their head. 

“You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You’re my light. You’re going to be alright.” He planted kisses on (Y/N)’s head but also their cheek after every phrase. The smaller one slowly started to be able to breathe again, still shaking and jumping whenever the lightning crackled or the thunder rolled. Dream grabbed the framed photo from beside him, in it was (Y/N) and him staring at each other lovingly in front of some random waterfall they had found when adventuring around the server, this was way before anyone joined. It was just Dream, (Y/N), and George (Sapnap arriving later). The three of them had decided to go look for a place to build a house when (Y/N) took off running the other direction from the boys, they wandered for half an hour till they found a little hideaway. Inside the forest, covered by bushes and vines they discovered the waterfall where foxes and fish frolicked. They put the coordinates in a book and remembered to bring the boys there later. It was many months later they finally did. The three of them with the exception of Sapnap and Callahan went and had a picnic. George was collecting flowers and wood, Sap and Cal played in the water, and (Y/N) and Dream went to play on the rocks closer to the waterfall. (Y/N) jumped from one rock to the other and then their foot slid, they let out the sound of a dying bird waiting to hit the water only to be saved by Dream. That was the moment the two of them knew they needed each other, their eyes meeting as they stared at what they thought was the most gorgeous thing in the world not focusing on anything else. George took notice and snapped a picture before Sapnap grabbed Dream by the ankle, pulling the two into the water below. 

“What the hell was that for SnapMap!?!” (Y/N) yelled, splashing the dark-haired boy.

“It's SAPNAP! You guys were being weird! Also, you weren’t paying attention to me, Callahan was literally trying to drown me and you guys were too busy eye fucking to bother rescuing me!” He shrieked, voice cracking in a few places, splashing back at his (Y/H/C) haired friend. George smiled and Dream joined in the water fight as did Callahan. Oh how they'd like to go back to those times when the SMP was peacefully simple.

Dream never once let go of (Y/N), he was afraid to permanently lose them in their derealization. They were all he ever thought about in prison, they were his motivation to keep going, the one thing he wanted more than power. At first these feelings scared him and he tried to live a life of war away from (Y/N) only to feel lonely and bitter. But he always had to return because he was dying without them and he knows that now.

"Breathe, just breathe (N/N). Nothing can hurt you." They just looked at the photo, they were breathing normally and not shaking as much. Dream offered them the hoodie next but they shook their head no, just wanting to remain in his embrace. (Y/N) felt in control again and wrapped their arms around the blonde's midsection absorbing his aura of warmth and loving vibes.

The clock on the wall showed it was now 4:30 AM and the storm had come to an end. (Y/N) drifted to sleep in her crush's arms but he moved them to the bed. He was about to leave them to sleep, only to feel a tug on the edge of his orange jumpsuit. 

"Stay with me. I'll hide you tonight and we'll take off in the morning." (Y/N) quietly murmured like a child. Dream smiled and climbed into bed facing them, cupping their face and placing a gentle kiss to their lips. The two of them smile softly while drifting off to live their fantasies in their sleep. 

It was the start of their happy ever after on the run…

[sleepy-nonbinary]

sage - they/them - unlabeled (queer) - nihachu #1 fan

hello! i’m sage, and I am very new to tumblr and so I decided to make and introductory post !

content - I will post hc’s and imagine’s about mcyt’s, i’m pretty open about mcyt’s and if I am not comfortable posting about a specific content creator then I will simply ignore the request and there is obviously no hate whatsoever !

boundaries - I am kind of young right now (im 20) and I will NOT be writing any sort of smut or NSFW ever and there will be no exceptions. Beyond that I am quite open and I am open to criticism and messages as long as you are not rude or gross in any way.

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posting schedule - I am still taking classes meaning when I have classes to take I will not be posting as regularly because I do take schooling quite seriously, but I am currently on summer break and I have lots of free time and might write quite frequently, however you will be warned when I will start posting less frequently, although I will still try to post, it just won’t be as often as it will be now.  

This was not proofread and probably has some grammar mistakes, also English is not my mother-language, so please forgive me. Have a wonderful day, evening, afternoon, night, or whatever time it is where you live <3

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[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

Mr.Loverman ❤

(Any pronouns)

(500+ Words)

Description: You spend a lazy day with Technoblade.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

Brr... Brr...

Blearily, you open your eyes. The annoying alarm on your nightstand starts ringing again. It takes you a few extra seconds to slam down on the button, but when you do, you fall back onto the bed.

Techno shifts in his sleep, arms tightening on you when you fall back on the bed. His long pink hair looks like a halo around his head, messy strands splayed over your pillow too.

"We have to get up," You softly yawn. Pressing a quick forehead kiss, you try to sit up again. "C'mon." His arms tighten more and he pulls you closer.

Techno huffs, snuggling closer and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "No."

You shake your head fondly, a small smile quirked on your lips. Life could wait. You twist a bit to rest part of your cheek against his head, throwing an arm around his waist and entangling your legs.

Releasing a relaxed sigh, you pressed a loving kiss to his head. Before you realized it, you had your eyes closed.

{《☆》}

"Mmm..." You groan, turning to bury your head in Techno's chest. Instead, you find air. It seems your partner managed to escape you.

"Techno," You called out half-heartedly. Distantly, you could hear noise from the kitchen. Yawning, you slowly got up. Carefully, you stepped onto the hardwood floor. Cold.

You hated walking barefoot in the morning, but Techno was outside in the kitchen and you wanted kisses.

The open-arched entry was lit up by the sunlight, giving you a perfect view of a humming Techno. Quietly, he handled breakfast and practically floated across the room. His pretty pink hair was tied up into a loose ponytail, like when he trained out front with Phil.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He tensed for a second before he relaxed into your chest. "Hey."

"Hey," You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. Techno gives a small laugh, turning to press your foreheads together.

"Didn't we have something to do today?" Techno asks lowly.

You shrug. "You wanted to cuddle and I am a weak man."

Techno rolls his eyes, a fond smile showing off the cute little dimple that's only on his left side. You can't help but press a kiss to his cheek, rubbing circles on their side with your thumb.

"I love you."

"I know. Now let me finish your breakfast."

{《☆》}

You didn't let Techno go mining. You wanted to just spend a lazy day inside with him. It was actually easy to get him trapped inside, all you had to do was just force him onto the couch and start a movie and he started to get distracted.

You ran a hand through his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp gently. Techno hummed lowly, pressing closer. They blinked blearily up at you, a soft smile gently spread across his face.

Their head rested in your lap, so it was an awkward angle. But you leaned down anyways, pressing a sweet kiss to his pretty lips. Techno grinned, his attention caught on you alone.

You leaned back, tracing a finger along his face slowly. Techno sighed softly, relaxing again. He took deep breaths, shifting to press closer.

Gently, you caressed his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," He sleepily grumbled.

{《☆》}

[i am many hours late. subscribe to technoblade. follow me. goodbye.]

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[yourmamakira]

ok so this has been on my mind literally all day.. shes a long one.. but dream with his s/o at twitchcon.. maybe they're also a streamer and apart of the smp so she's there on his side during the panel.. and like when that certain fan asked "if you could be a different character in the smp, who would it be", they're like "niki hands down. she runs a little bakery and isn't in a relationship with a manipulative, green blob" and to her left, dream just has this like offended face and is like "...heY" where his voice goes like high and borderline whiney.. and like whilst everyone on the panel is individually answering, the fans just see cute little interactions between y/n and dream like lingering gazes filled with love or even the way y/n (bc i just see them being the sweetest bean) just stares adoringly at fans as they ask questions.. they're just always 🥰 when interacting with fans or dream.. always smiling and always soft and sweet.. wow i'm corny but.. yes

Wait stop this is so effin cute. WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN– this is really short but this is really cute tysm for the Request!

And also I don't mind long requests, They are requests either way ty lovelys <3

WARNINGS: None

CW: no 1st prs used

Fluff

Parings: Dream × Fem!Reader

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It's the middle of vidcon, Questions has been thrown around, Water Chugged and Fans amused by the SMP's IRL chaos

This particular Vidcon, everyone is here.

After Soon being Soon, Dream had finally face revealed, leaving His fans to thirst even more.

Y/n and Dream sat At the table next to eachother Anwser fan questions, so far nothing horrible. Everyone being...Mildly family friendly *cough* Quackity *cough*

It is to no ones suprise that you and Dream are dating, you never try and hide it.

And it's really funny seeing that way everyone reacts to you're interactions, When others are Anwsering Dreams talking into you're ear to not be rude, or he's playing with you're fingers or you're playing with his rings.

They love seeing everyone the same On and off the Smp, which you joined not to long ago, Lore has been fun and will always be you're favorite part of the smp.

So when It feels like just you and Dream for a few seconds as he's talking into you're ear with his arm on the back on you're chair. We hear someone's small voice starts talking into the microphone

We all look over and smile to the kid and he continued with the question

"Uhm, Hi" his little voice spot into the microphone nervously

I could tell he was getting nervous

So instead of speaking into the microphone I sent the kid a thumbs up and a smile, He smiled back bigger and I could tell it worked. People would definitely spot that.

"This question is for all of you guys, uhm, if you could switch lore characters with Anyone on the smp, who would it be"

Me being at the end of the table I got the mic first

"Shehh" I sucked in air through my teeth and laughed as everyone else

"Okay this one's kinda- okay Definitely Niki Nihachu Hands Down, She owns a bakery and she's a baddie, Duh- only right Anwser" I said moving around I leaned over a bit looking at Niki as she looks back smiling and send a air kiss to Niki and the crowd filled with laughed

"Okay yeah Yeah Niki, Gotta love 'er- Her character just period and she didn't make the mistake of Getting into a relationship with a green homeless man so yeah"

Dream looked at me mouth wide "hEy" his voice cracked

I laughed at his face and Everyone burst into laughter

I gave the mic to Dream Being as he was next to me, he looked down at me and scoffed again, The crowed grew into a fit of small giggles as well as I did

He rolled his eyes and shifted in his chair looking in the crowd

"Well I know who I'm not gonna be"

The whole crowd laughed as well as all of us did and the show went on with everyone else giving thier funny and goofy Anwsers

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I hope you liked this short little thing. I hope I got everything you asked for, I tried to get everything and still make it look...well good. This was so cute to make THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST <33

Don't hold back any ideas you have, I love seeing you're ideas!

[ze-maki-nin]

Child in the Snow

Pairing[s]: Platonic!Technoblade x Gn!Child!Hybrid!Reader

Idea: You aint getting a spoiler! This is for @dreamwvrld event ^^

Warning[s]: Snow Storms [?], Hypothermia, caps [the voices lol], slight swearing, and blood mentioned. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.3k+ [wow thats a lot]

A/n: Enjoy ^^ [Your eyes are a certain color cause of the hybrid thing]

•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.

Pained groans and muffled curses could be faintly heard in the harsh snow storm outside, causing Techno to look out the frosted window curiously. 

‘Who or what could be out in this type of weather?’ He thought, standing up carefully from his spot in his armchair near the fire, and headed closer to the window to get a better look, ax in hand just in case.

As he looked around through the strong winds of snow, eyes squinted to try and see better, he spotted a dark, blurry figure, trudging through the snow carrying something in their hand, the other one blending in with their body.

“What are they doing out there?” Techno mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin in thought as he continued to stare at the slowly growing figure in curiosity. Should he help them? I mean he could just not go through the trouble of going out there.

As the piglin hybrid contemplated the pros and cons, the voices added their opinion about what he should do, which started giving him a headache.

‘LETS KILL THEM’

‘BUT IT'S SO COLD OUTSIDE’

‘EEEEEEEEEEEE’

‘WHY NOT HELP?’

‘YA! THEY COULD GIVE US SOMETHING’

‘MAYBE THEY KNOW SOMETHING’

‘WHAT IF THEY'RE AN ORPHAN??’

‘THEN WE KILL!!’

‘YA!’

‘BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!’

‘EEEEEEEEEEEE’

‘Man that last voice is so annoying, it's so obsessed with the letter ‘E’ for some reason, and it always makes the others join in as well’ The pink haired male thought, a tick mark appearing on his forehead as the voices started spamming ‘EEEEEEEE’ over and over again. ‘Now I have a goddamn headache’

As Techno continued to think about the situation at hand, and eventually getting distracted by ‘chat’ as he called them, seeing as they were giving him a huge headache, he didn't notice the figure slowly getting larger by the minute. Leaning his ax against the wall, Techno began rubbing his temples to try and soothe the headache the ‘chat’ has given him.

“I swear to XD-”

A weak knock interrupted him, causing him to tense up and go on alert, the ‘chat’ screaming that it could be ‘them’ as they've dubbed the dark figure. 

Wait

.

.

.

The dark figure- 

Looking out the window frantically, Techno began searching for the figure, and silently cursed himself for being so ignorant when he saw nothing. Which now meant the figure was at his cabin door.

“Damn it.” Techno cursed, picking up his ax once more and rested it on his shoulder, wanting to intimidate whoever or whatever was at the door waiting for him. “Now I have to help them” Grumbling to himself, the piglin made his way to the door, ready to face this figure he saw wandering in the middle of a snow storm.

As the cabin door creaked open, the harsh cold wind almost knocked the large male off his feet and the snow blew into his warm cabin, making him annoyed. Looking around he didn't see anyone, making him on edge, his guard up high as he didn't have any of his armor on.

Just as Techno was about to go back into the warm house, he felt a weak tug from the bottom of his cape, making him flinch back in surprise and look down, ax pointed towards the source of the tug. “What the?” The male whispered to himself, eyes narrowing at the small, dirty and blooded body that was laying on the ground, shivering.

Crouching down to get a better look at the body, Techno noticed small, ragged breaths fanning out in the bodys blue lips. A sigh left his own lips as he carefully picked up the small child in his arms, not caring how dirty his clothes got from them.

“How troublesome” The pink haired maled mumbled, shutting the door behind him with his foot with little trouble, and walked further into the cabin, closer to the fire to try and warm up the child.  Setting the child close enough to the fire to warm them up, not too close to accidentally hurt them, Techno walked around the cabin collecting things such as blankets, food, water, and his communicator. 

Once the child was surrounded by blankets, their head resting on a pillow he had gotten from his own bed, Techno sat back down on his armchair, picking up the mythological book up off the end table next to him and began where he left off. He was going to text Phil but decided against it, not wanting to bother the old man and possibly wake him up from his much needed sleep.

•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.

As the sun rose over the snowy forest, the warmth of its rays waking up the sleeping animals, snow softly fell from the sky, the blizzard now over. A couple of crows flew over the trees, something shiny in one of their beaks, and they were flying towards a familiar cabin.

In the cabin sat Technoblade in his red armchair, a stack of books on the floor next to the chair, and another one in his hands. It seems that he had not slept at all the previous night, either too engrossed in the books to actually notice the time passing or he was worried about the small, now warmed up child that was laying in front of the fire.

As Technos eyes skimmed across the pages, his pig ears twitching every once in a while, he heard a quiet pained groan come from the pile of blankets. Looking up from his book, he saw the child sitting up with the blankets hanging off their small figure, their back to him.

“Hey kid” He called out to them, making the kid whip around quickly, their eyes wide with fear and urgency. “Calm down, Im not gonna hurt you” Techno stated, closing his book, showing the child the title which was ‘How to care for a Child’, causing them to calm down a bit.

Cautiously looking away from the muscular male in front of them, the small being began looking around the cozy unknown place they were in, curiosity filling their pale blue eyes. 

As the child was looking around, Techno just observed them, their appearance was interesting to say the least. They had large antlers growing out of the top of their head, accessories handing off of them, pale blue, almost white, eyes, almost as if they were blind, sharp canines that bertrude just a bit out of their mouth, and a sharp, dirty bone tail that's wrapped around their waist, almost like it was protecting them.

“Hmmm” Techno hummed, leaning his head on his hand, trying to figure out what kind of hybrid this child was. “What's your name, squirt?” The child looked at him, setting their hands on their legs, which were now crossed.

“Y-Y/n” They stuttered, their voice quiet and fear filled as they fiddled with their bone tail, which was gently placed in their lap. “Who-Who are you?” Y/n asked, looking up at the large male who stared down at them.

“Im Technoblade” The pigling hybrid stated plainly, not once looking away from the curious child as they shuffled nervously under his burning gaze, obviously uncomfortable. “Sorry. Bad habit” Standing up from the chair, Techno stretched his arms over his head and yawned, his tail swishing side to side every now and then.

Walking towards the small kitchen Phil had built him, Techno left the child on their own accord, not caring if they left, stayed, got into things etc. They looked old enough to care for themselves anyways, why should he do it?

•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.

Might do a part two! Who knows ^^

[leoneabbacchionotacop]

Welcome to my blog!(yes I previously had a blog but I'm restarting)

About me!!!

Heyo, you can call me Leone/Lee, Roxas, Nick or Onyx Yoshikage Kira, I go by all pronouns and I'm nonbinary + black. I'm kinda searching for mutuals who are interested in the things I am!!! I'm sorta new-ish when it comes to blogs so bare with me💀💀💀. I'm not well organized but I do try to be 😥, it's kinda hard bc I'm dumb as a rock. I do enjoy writing but I'm not great at it. My favorite color is yellow and I draw, write(ofc), read and sing. I do appreciate constructive criticism but don't go overboard with it! I play a buncha games(especially Nintendo or any console games tbh). I hope you enjoy my blog, don't be a stranger :)

Fandoms I'm currently in

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Demon Slayer

Five nights at Freddy's

Jujutsu Kaisen

One piece(just started Sabaody arc)

Legends of Zelda(specifically Skyward sword, OoT and BoTW)

Harvest Moon(especially FoMT and Pioneers of Olive Town)

Yuri on ice(just a teeny bit)

Soul Eater

The disastrous life of Saiki K

Attack on Titan

Dragon Ball(slightly!)

The Elder Scrolls(Mostly skyrim and a bit of Morrowind)

Undertale

Your Turn to Die

Pokemon

Gravity falls

Haikyuu

Identity V

Ace attorney

Stardew Valley

TWDG

My Rules + DNI

I do take requests but like everyone else, I have rules and basic DNI Criteria

DNI

Proshippers(incest, abusive, pedo, etc relationships)

Support DSMP(instablock if you interact)

Pedophile/support them

Believe in "Blackwashing"

Doesn't support BLM

Zoophile

Homophobic + Transphobic

Racist/xenophobic/ableist/anti-semitic

Hates cats/hj

Thinks tone tags are dumb

Makes fun of neopronouns

Piss kink mfers/hj

My rules

This is a POC + LGBTQ safespace so no racist/Homophobic comments

Bullying/hate speech is not welcome here

Whenever you request something, please be specific on pronouns!!

Dark content is allowed but to an extent, please don't send me anything gory, etc.

This is a Positive blog, so keep negativity to a minimum.

You can most definitely send me stories you're working on and ask me to proofread/ give constructive criticism.

NO SPOILERS WITHOUT A SPOILER WARNING!!!!

If you know me irl, or I have told you something personal, don't expose it.

No extremely controversial topics.

Use tw's/cw's and tone tags(if what you say can be taken a different way, for example. (I hate you/j)

If you're a minor, interact at your own risk! Mature things may appear(not guaranteed).

My dms are open for venting but do put a trigger warning for any explicit/triggering things.

Have fun and spread positivity!!

Request rules!

Pronouns must be specified or I will assume its GN

I will write x male reader but it won't be the best since I was born AFAB.

Smut is a so-so. I most likely will not write it but I can try (??)

You can also just use the ask button to talk to me!(I love you all/p)

Preferred to be in English, I could try to translate German though,,,(I know basic German just a bit)

I have the right to refuse an ask. Sometimes I might be confused or I don't know how to write it.

Don't spam me with the same request, I will get to it eventually..

Anon is on but don't abuse it :(

[monokub-twice-removed]

Please request stuff!

Greetings, Tumblr. I want to write fanfiction but I have nothing to write so I am humbly asking you to request stuff.

I will write:

fluff

angst

romance

age regression

horror

mild gore

x reader/reader insert(you can request for a female reader,a male reader, or a gender neutral/nonbinary reader)

I will NOT write:

smut(especially if it involves dubcon or rape)

yandere

torture or extreme gore

Fandoms I will write for:

Cookie Run

Ninjago

Sherlock

Marvel

JJBA

Fandoms I will NOT write for:

DSMP/MCYT

Fandoms that surround any real people(celebrities, etc)

MHA

Genshin Impact

Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss

If you have something in mind that I didn’t list you can always ask me if what you want is okay! I look forward to what you guys are interested in!

[soft-boi-eli]

would you.. be up to a request,, of dsmp c!tubbo and long tail deer hybrid!reader (like. they have antlers and a long deer tail & deer ears) who have similar face scars and they make jokes about it to cope with the trauma the scars give (like tubbo's face scars are from the fire works and the reader's face scars are from an axe attack)

Yeah! Of corse.

I love little requests like these. They are such good ideas that I know i can't think of by myself.

Im ugly.

Nah that's me.

Tubbo x reader.

Warnings: injuries, self depercating jokes, angst if you squint.

Relationship: platonic.

Pronouns: nonbinary

Summary: the reader and tubbo are best friends. They were with each other when they were healing from the wounds. And now that they are scars they are always cracking jokes about them. Specifically about their own scars.

Sitting in the room I watched as both tubbo and ranboo took care of their child, micheal. Honestly that child was the most wholesome innocent creature. He reminded me of myself before I had this damned scar.

These two. They brought me into this house due to micheal needing a babysitter and me not having a house. It was honestly nice here.

"I look like a half burnt chicken nugget (y/n)." Spitting some of your water out on him you looked at him shocked.

"Excuse me sir. No. I look like half of my face was skinned for a purse." He snickered and rolled his eyes. "No. I look like someone tried torching a steak." Laughing lightly you placed your water down.

"And I look like a fail-." "Nope!" Tubbo cut you off. Right micheal was here. No language like that around him.

"And I look like a wrinkles hot dog." He rolled his eyes. "And I'm ugly." He spoke. Rolling your eyes at him you took a breath. "Nah that's me."

We started laughing. This was our therapy you two joking about what you looked like.

No one understood it so it was truly something you two enjoyed.

Yeah. I apologize it's very short.

I lost motivation due to some stressor that are around my home.

My youngest sibling was exposed to covid. They're vaccinated and it was the delta version but my grandma isn't due to the fact she still has a pin in her foot from her surgry.

She is getting that our Tuesday thought. And she is getting feeling back.

Anyways

Eli out