#happy birthday techno; no one does it like you did

[berryblu-soda]

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[daily-ish-syndicate-headcanons]

Hihi! ✨ here!

It's birthday week for me, so here's me projecting yesterdays activities onto the syndicate!(look up kanamaskis Nordic spa if you want more context! Long drive but holy shit my muscles are jelly!)

Ranboo obviously can't go in water, so spas aren't such a great idea for them, between the pools and the saunas, but he does very much like the massage option! He vwoops and purrs through the whole thing, that touch starved bean! They have a very nice time at the on-site bistro as well, trying all the foods and racking up a very big bill! The fund can take care of it though!

Techno spends most of his time in the hot pools. The 40 degree ones are his favourite in particular, and he nearly falls asleep in them! He does take advantage of the complimentary earplugs because he is /relaxing/ and doesn't want to hear about how your cousin hates when you come over unannounced, Karen. He also really likes the Finnish sauna and the barrel saunas, though he takes nearly the whole thing with his muscle mass. He joins ranboo at the bistro for a bite to eat and they chat a bit around the hour mark. He really likes the burger!

Phil tries the hydrotherapy circuit at first but quickly devolves into just going into each pool at random. He was the originator of the fund(2 diamonds every time you say something about yourself you wouldn't say to Michael!) and he appreciates his genius mind whilst sitting in either of the warm pools in turns, or the fire, or on the hammocks... he's just very happy to be there!(even in the cold pool! It's not too different from a lake, to be honest!

Niki just loves the whole thing. She did a bit of research and is somewhat sticking to the order of hot cold rest repeat, and she hangs out with all of her friends at some point or other, and even in groups as well! She prefers the hot pools with techno, though. In her opinion they truly don't hang out enough. She gets the cheesecake from the bistro and it's very nice, but it's mostly the atmosphere.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAR!!!!!! EVERYONE WISH THEM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLS <3

(jelly muscles are the best dude. Every time I leave roller derby practice my legs feel like jello and it feels so good lmao)

I feel like Ranboo would probably like the massage but I also feel like he would be too nervous to actually get one. Ranboo probably also contributed to half the diamond fund that you mentioned.

Techno and his earplugs is so real <3 unbothered king. He is ignoring everyone he’s having a good time. He probably contributed the second most to the fund.

Phil just being happy to be there aeueueue hes so silly <3 he would not get the whole appeal of a spa because this man is HYPERACTIVE. Like Techno is the one with ADHD but Phil is constantly moving around. Mans cannot sit still. He contributed the third most to the fund.

Niki was probably the one that made them go, she wanted to try it and she was like “you guys should come with me” and they agreed. She knows her stuff, she did her research, she’s slaying. Contributed the least to the fund. Confident queen.

again HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YIPPEEE

[screechingsandwichhologram]

happy belated birthday mate!!

could you tell me more about eros?

thank you !!!! *eats the cake*

okay so eros originally started out as just c!ranboos mom but then i gave her a bit of backstory and it spiraled from there. uh spoilers for the results of the poll btw. (its also kinda long)

so eros is the goddess of love & has domain over war. war does not have a specific deity because it is so complicated. instead, three gods with related domains (what the deity is in charge of) reside over it.

eros came about as the result of The Big War (i haven't decided on a name yet) which was a war between Hysteria (god of the mind, soul, emotions, humanity, etc) and The God of Flesh, Bone, and Blood (not techno !!! just the god itself). They've always had a hatred for each other, and it ended up in a war that lasted like. thousands of years. At this point, humanity was long gone, most animals & plants were dead, other deities were suffering, and the Nether & the Overworld were in ruins. The two gods planned a last fight to the death (at the pressure of other gods who wanted the war to be over) in the Overworld, and they decided on a piece of land that was covered in apocalyptic snow/ash (pure white). They fight and blah blah it takes so fucking long. Finally, Hysteria and the Blood God draw blood at the same time, and that blood mixes with the snow. At this point, they are both tired, and they aren't quite sure of their hatred anymore. Its the end of the world, and they are fighting, but they were created together and they must work together. So, at this moment, a new god was born !!!! This god was Eros, who's appearance created a true between her parents and started The New Timeline (as the old world was unsalvageable).

Eros was created as a teenager, so she could take care of herself. However, she did not have any experience, so she didn't make the best of decisions. She was very lonely, as she longed to experience love. She could not get it, because Hysteria was much too busy overseeing the progress of humanity, and had many, many children, so Eros did not stick out. She was normally much too scared to go see the Blood God, as they were scary and closed off. So, she wandered the Earth, typically sticking to the Overworld.

Eventually, she figured out that "hey, my parents are the two other war gods! if i start a war big enough, i can make them pay attention to me and we can hang out and be a family !!!" so she does that. and it does work! so she does it again. and again. and again.

During this time, Eros has also started several cults to do her bidding. She was hoping for maybe some semblance of love from them, and she did get it, but it wasn't very good. But she didn't have anything else, so she kept them.

After a big ass war that had horrific consequences, some other gods popped in and was like. "hey can u tone it down a bit? I'm tired of rebuilding entire forests and shit because of u." and she was like sure. yeah. okay.

So, she turned over a new leaf ! She started finding other ways to experience love. she stopped her hardcore cults and started gather small groups that weren't like. terrifying and scary and were more like just friends. she tried to disguise herself as mortal to make friends, but it hurt way too much when they died.

Around this time, she just started messing with people. (btw, the New Timeline is our world.) She would disguise herself as mortal and become a famous fashion designer (she did this several times), or pretend to be a noble to get into a royal ball (and then reveal herself and freak everyone out). She liked to dance, sing, and model the most.

One day, while exploring with her cultists (around human maturity 21-23???), she found an end portal ! having never seen one before, she went in. there, she was greeted by the newly crowned Queen Erebus (queen of the endermen).

They fell in love !!!!! awww i love them !!!!

As queen, she often volunteers with projects, and creates many charities and arts programs. She doesn't do much of the queen duties, but she will help out if erebus needs it.

Erebus was the one to bring up the idea of a child, but eros was the one to find the ritual to make it happen.

When the Collision happened (worlds smashed together , creating multiple servers (so things such as MCC can happen) which reseted the timeline) several gods were spontaneously created, one of which closed off the end (right as ranboo had fallen through the portal lmao). As such, she has mourned and studied (along side z) to find a way to reopen the end.

[coffyao]

Drink away your inhibitions chapter 1.

this took me a long time to write but im happy that i've finished it.

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:SPOILERS AHEAD:

this takes place where in this universe, yoonbum does NOT die (it is implied in the canon ending that he did.) seungbae stops the car in time, sees an extremely distraught yoonbum, calms him down and he decides to take him back to hospital to get checked out.. lets say two years later: yoonbum has decided to get the professional help he needed (encouraged by seungbae) eventually gets a job at the library (my favourite headcannon thanks to (when i find their user, ill credit them. ) lives in a small apartment and hes doing fairly better for himself.

Time continues to pass by..

Now it's going to be seungbae's birthday tomorrow and he had decided to invite yoonbum to a nightclub (because now they are friends..) yoonbum was hesitant at first... but he decides to come anyway. yoonbum since then.. has FALLEN extremely hard for seungbae. now he's almost ready to take that leap.. with the help of a little something.

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Seungbae.. seungbae.. seungbae..

It was the only name that had filled his mind. He looked down on his feet as he awkwardly stood at the back of the club, the crowds of young 20 something years old dancing to the techno music that echoed throughout the building. Yoonbum was never the type to think about how old he was until he walked out of his 1-bedroom apartment, dress in attire he would never think to wear and surround himself in such a boisterous environment that it could even tucker out an energy-drink obsessed teenager.

He didn’t like this at all.  But..

His eyes went straight to the mini bar. Three people. A woman who sported a black bob-cut while adorned in a scarlet sleeveless dress. He didn’t see her face clearly, but he could tell she was beautiful.  Then sat right next to her, was that horrible cop who forced his jaw open one time. He couldn’t quite remember his name, but an experience like that would certainly traumatise anyone.

Yoonbum cringed. 

Since that cop had his face splat on the table, at the very least, he wouldn’t have to force any niceties or whatever. Then right beside him, was Seungbae himself. He was wearing a black blazer, a buttoned white shirt, along with the rest of the attire to go with it.

He had left his hair untouched, which Yoonbum liked and he had his usual glasses on, which he had also liked. He admittedly.. admired him. His overbearing sense of justice…his caring nature, his generosity.. his smile.. his amazing smell.. his presence..morality.

Oh..most importantly…

His morality.

Yoonbum had never recalled a time where seungbae had ever laid a hand on him.. He had never made him like he had done anything wrong. He had never made him put on a decaying dress that smelled awfully like someone died. God. He wasn’t anything like..

At first, yoonbum was afraid of that. It was the unfamiliarity of being treated like he actually mattered.

It was being able to rest at home without having the fear that a certain someone might get triggered and beat the crap out of him. Then it was the irrational anger. Why was he being treated so fragilely? Like a Chinese tea-set that might shatter any minute if it was blown against with a paper fan.

He didn’t deserve this treatment. He wanted to be punished. He wanted to be hurt. He deserved it. He shouldn’t be anything less but a container for somebody’s pain and pleasure. That’s all he was. That was why he existed.  His existence was merely to worship the feet that stood on his pitiful head and stamp on it with glee. He would accept it, no resistance. No complaining. Accept it with a grateful smile.

Thank you for blessing my miserable life with your presence. Thank you very much.

Sangwoo was supposed to be his saviour. His one and only god. His salvation. So.. how was it that a know-it-all cop playing white knight somehow manage to be his saviour? Was this supposed to be god’s plan all along? He doesn’t know.

 At times, he had felt guilty for even entertaining the thought of having feelings for somebody else. Sangwoo would curse him all the way to hell if he ever.. well.. he’s probably there now. He might even go there too, one day. But for now… just for now. He wants to pretend like he deserves a second chance at life.

Just a little longer.

He stood straight and made his way towards the bar, slipping and sliding carefully as he attempted to pass through the crowd. At times, it had felt like a forest, going through lengths large and wide, in order to reach his destination. But at times..it was moreso like a stuffy school corridor, where everyone pushed against each other, and the only way you can even bear it is to push right back.  

He wiped the sweat off his brows and continued pushing forwards. Eventually, he reached the bar, and his mind immediately went straight to where that destination was. Where was his destination? Where was..

His eyes widened. His ears winced at the sound of laughter and he had turned his head to the left. There was Seungbae. He was having a conversation with that woman. That woman.

Yoonbum clenched his hands.

How am I supposed to…

he furiously bit his lip and stepped forward then stood still. He tried lifting his feet but it had felt like they were crushed by concrete.  He had felt something unnerving crawl behind his back..like a familiar parasite.

?

His vision blurred and the room was filled with echoing silence. His hands and legs were tied with rope and someone or that something threw him inside a wardrobe. Dusty. A disgusting aroma. It smelled almost like.. the wardrobe opened slightly. The familiar wardrobe, the familiar smell, the familiar fluorescent light. That same feeling of dread felt like a concussion.

 A deep voice murmured, “Peek.” Wrapping its frosty hands around his head. Yoonbum shut his eyes, but the hands pried his eyes open. “Don’t.” Yoonbum whimpered. The voice became louder. “Peek.” It commanded. His lips started to bleed. “Won’t you peek for me?” it purred. The hands travelled down to his left leg, rubbing his inner thigh. He shivered. He couldn’t resist. As Yoonbum moved his head closer, the grunts becoming more audible. “That’s it.. peek.”

Don’t peek.

 His blood started trickling down his chin.  The hands tightened their grip.

“Fucking peek you retard.”

His heart thumped into his skin. He creeped closer. Fighting wasn’t an option. It never was..when it came to him.

Closer.

“Yoonbum?” Seungbae called out. Yoonbum lifted his head, blinking hard.

 “Come here.”  Seungbae gestured with his hand. Yoonbum took a deep breath, breathing out with his nose. Just like the therapist said. In…out.. in. He walked towards the pair. Seungbae smiled, “It’s really nice to see you here. I’m glad you decided to come after all.”

Yoonbums lip twitched.

His voice always made him feel better.  It was slightly deep, with gentle yet wild undertones to it. At times, it was as soft as it can be when he it had reassured yoonbum but as can be as hearty and brash whenever they had conversations about his job. He felt his anxiety melt away.  

“I’m okay. It’s nice to see you too…”

Seungbae shifted, hushing his voice. “ah…so this is the person that came to celebrate with me and..” then he turned and motioned his hand. “Sorry, I was just telling her who you were. So this is..”

Oh.

 It’s true. Yoonbum had never truly wished ill on anyone.  He never hated Sangwoo, even when he was beating him until he had begged him to stop. His uncle was   an incomprehensible monster but even so, he had wanted him gone, not dead.  His superior from the army made him want to die, but he didn’t want them to die.  His friend from high school betrayed him and he had momentarily hated her, but when she came back, his heart softened to the idea of them reconciling.

 But there was one thing he had abhorred.  Made him want to dig holes on the wall with a screwdriver. Its irrational but it’s a rational feeling. He won’t take another woman. He won’t take them stealing the man he loves, not again. Never again. He won’t allow it.

“Nice to meet you Yoonbum.” She said, offering a small smile. Yoonbum clenched his teeth and gazed at her lips.  He croaked but attempted too at least sound just as amiable.

“Nice.. to meet you too.”

 She nodded and glazed Seungbae’s hand with her fingertips.

Why do you keep touching him?

Yoonbum cleared his throat, “Think I’m going to order a drink.”

Seungbae frowned, “Oh already? I thought you said you weren’t much of a drinke-”

"Yes usually..but it’s your birthday tomorrow. Might as well.” Yoonbum said, avoiding seungbae’s gaze. Seungbae pressed his lips together, eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds before sighing.

“Okay.. just don’t overdo it.”

Don’t overdo it he said.

Yoonbum walked in between them and tapped the marble table. His gaze flickered back at the woman, faintly hoping she would at least be annoyed by the unwelcome presence of a stranger getting in the way. The bartender turned his head around and walked up to the counter.

In a tired voice, he said, “Yes..what would you like?” Yoonbum took out his wallet from his black blazer. He slammed the money on the counter and says, “…soju. One shot of soju.” The bartender yawns, “gotcha.” As the bartender started preparing the shot, Seungbae continued to talk with the woman, small snickers between them erupting.

Yoonbum kept glancing with the corner of his eye, furrowing his eyebrows. The bartender tapped his shoulder and pointed at the glass. Yoonbum nodded and the bartender walked away, rolling his eyes. Yoonbum had never considered himself a serious drinker. Sure, he had gotten drunk with Sangwoo a couple of times, but that was only because he had felt obliged to. After all, he had only ever wanted to please him. But he wasn’t drinking exactly to appease anyone. It was just being impulsive. Liquid courage but without the actual liquid. He took the glass and drank it one go, scrunching his face up as the bitter taste hit his tongue.

“horrible.” He muttered.

He dipped his bony hands inside his wallet again and slammed the counter, but with a little less force this time. Seungbae glances up at him, opens his mouth but closes it again. As the bartender starts pouring another drink, Yoonbum looks down, thinking about how this situation felt screamed deja vu. Social interaction especially in a loud setting such as this had never been easy for a guy like him. 

He had never had friends and although he had thought perhaps he would learn to eventually accept it..

It had always bothered him.  So, so much.

Going to karaoke. Talking about who they were crushing on in class. Even simply studying together was enough to drive him over the edge he had already past so long ago. Why couldn’t he have friends as well? What was so wrong with him?  Why is everything so hard. But he wasn’t going to feel like this tonight. He was going to be in control this time.

 He took the second shot of soju, turned around and took a deep breath, “Seungbae. Your friend.”

“Haha..yeah?”

The woman raised her eyebrow. Yoonbum crossed his arms and repeated blankly, “Your friend. Aren’t you going to order a taxi home for him?”

Seungbae looks at Yoonbum with a confused expression at first, but what he had meant quickly clicked and he stood up.

“Shit.”

 Seungbae continued to mutter under his breath as he checked his friend’s pulse with his fingers. He pressed his eyebrows with his fingers and huffed. The woman chewed her lip and asked, “Is your friend alright-” He interrupts, clicking his teeth.

“yeah its fine, don’t worry…”

Yoonbum sits back on the chair seungbae was sitting on and continues staring at her. Seungbae puts one hand on his waist and another hand on his arm, raising him up off the cushioned seat.  He rests his head on Seungbaes shoulder, mumbling incoherently. Seungbae turns to the pair, looking apologetic.

“Sorry.. I didn’t know he was going to get this wasted..had I known beforehand I would have made this idiot drink water instead. Anyways ah..think I’ll just take him home instead. Then I’ll come back, okay?”

The woman frowned but hid it with a half-hearted smile, “That’s fine. Got all night anyway.” Seungbae sighed and said, “Great.. I’ll be back quickly..” He pauses and looks at yoonbum.

“Yoonbum. are you okay with that?”

 Yoonbum replies a little too quickly, “Yes. Yes.. Just make sure your friend is okay.” Seungbae pauses, then shakes his head.

“..Right. see you later then.”

 As they walked and disappeared into the hoard of glowsticks and brightly coloured hair. The woman taps her fingernail onto her cheek before turning to Yoonbum.

“Yoonbum. Right?”

“Yes…that’s my name.”

 “So, uh..”

Just say it.

Yoonbum huffs, “I like him.”

She narrows her eyes, and scoffs. “Uh..what?”

You heard me.

Yoonbum sits up a little straighter and looks into her eyes. “I.. like.. him. So..”

“You…”

He squeezes his knees, clenching his teeth tighter. He couldn’t control himself any longer.

“Yes.. which is why I need you to back off. Me and seungbae..we have history. I have known him..known him for longer than a year and..”

Keep going.

“You.. you have known him for 30 seconds. I get.. it. You must like him too but.. I liked him first. Putting your hands all over him..flirting  with him like you haven’t seen a man in years…you.”

Wait..what am I doing?

He gulps, his resolve weakening. His hands shake, “It really.. annoys me. I’m.. I’m sorry lady but-”

“Im going to have to stop you right here.”  She said, crossing her arms.

Seungbae's never going to talk to me again.

She looked at yoonbum as if she was looking at an overgrown infant.

“First of all.. your friend is straight.”

I know that.

“And.. let’s be honest. Strangers? 30 seconds? Who the hell cares about all of that?’

Yoonbum tucks in his chin and looks down.

Don’t cry.

She leans into her chair, “He doesn’t owe you anything. You liking him for a year doesn’t mean he’s obligated to feel the same for you. You should know that by now if you’re smart.. and I don’t owe you anything either.”

He could feel his eyes burn up, the feeling of mortification and woe mixing into a terrible concoction.

Shes right.

He covers his eyes with his hand, “..Your right. Yeah…”

What was he even expecting by talking to her? Shame for even daring to flirt with his unrequited crush? Sympathy for the poor gay man who longs for another straight man?

What was it?

Why are you so pathetic?

“Sorry I..”

“Hey I’m back.”

They both turn from their seats. Seungbae looks back at them, glasses slightly bent out of shape with drops of sweat falling beneath his chin. He takes a short breath.

“Didn’t know you would be back so quickly.”  She said, Placing her hand under her chin.

He raised his eyebrows and sat back down.

“Ah. About that. Long story short.. one of my colleagues from work was also out for the night.. happened to see us together and offered to take him home. I mean I felt bad..”

She shrugged, “Oh well. No need to feel bad. If he offered… he offered."

“I guess.. he did say he was going home as well.”

“Exactly. But you know..I’m glad your back.”

Yoonbum instinctively knew what was going to happen and he wrapped his hands in balled-up fists.

Keep calm.

She examined yoonbum closely, a small frown appearing on her face, but it quickly resolves as her eyes move to seungbae. Seungbae nods, “Yea- “

“With me.” She interrupted. Seungbae opened his mouth slightly.

“Oh?”

She leans closer to him.

“Seungbae. You know.. I really like you. So much so that..i want to see where this goes. Get to know each other.”

“Uh..”

“What do you say?”

“Sorry. I didn’t know this is what you thought this was. I’m actually...” He looks at yoonbum and gulps. He looks back and instead focuses on the bottle of sansachun.

“I’m.. not that interested in dating anyone.. at least. Not at the moment. I honestly think your an gorgeous woman.  But.. I’m really not looking for anything…like that.

Huh?

“..Ah. I see how it is.”

She stood up from her seat, snatching her glass of soju and glares at yoonbum,

She turns her head to seungbae, then at  yoonbum, then at both of the pair.  She looks at them for a while before smirking, then takes a swish of her drink. She slams the glass down on the counter. She sighs, “No worries. It’s my fault for assuming it after all. But.. are you really sure that you aren’t interested?"

 “..Yeah.”

“If you say so. it was nice meeting you then.”

Before seungbae could even have a chance to reply, she rushes into the crowd, heels clattering and bag swinging, pride obviously hurt.

Ah.

For a moment, yoonbum had felt a moment of fleeting happiness when she had finally left. It was like he had been given his one chance.  Maybe a confession. Seungbae sits down next to him, shoulders slumped with his hand lumped against his forehead. Seungbae shifted in his seat.

“..Sorry about that situation. Honestly I wasn’t trying to lead anyone on..” As his voice quietens at the last sentence. Yoonbum wanted to find the words to ease Seungbae. It was the least he could do after what he had caused.   He shakily reaches for seungbae’s hand. comfort absolutely.. but at the same time, erase the warm hand that had dared touched him previously.

So close..

But as he was about to make that final move, the previous conversation or rather, the careful pick apart of his psyche started to resurface itself in his already fractured mind.

“your friend is straight. “

“I’m.. not that interested in dating anyone.”

Yoonbum tightly pressed his lips, instead tapping the counter with his hand in an attempt to hide his pathetic advance at reaching him.

Seungbae breaks the silence.

“Ah, damn it all. How about we just drink instead?” slipping into his pocket.

“..Huh?”

“I mean it’s not like I’m having a bad night or anything like that. I had just.. thought maybe if we had a little drink or two…it might get.. some troublesome things off our minds. You know?”  Seungbae smiled, but it somehow didn’t seem very convincing.

“..I guess that could be good.” Yoonbum mumbled.

“And also.. I’ve been so distracted that I haven’t really had the time to talk to you. I’m sorry.”

Really?

Yoonbum puts his hand over his mouth, “Don’t worry about it..” a slight blush of red appearing on his cheeks. Seungbae nods and calls for the bartender. As the club rumbled on with dancing bodies, the proximity between him and Seungbae made all of this feel so much more real.

His heart was jumping to let it all out, to finally kiss him, feel him..

At first, he had never regarded him in such a vulgar matter. For the first couple of months, whenever seungbae had visited him in his apartment, although a little bit of resentment did reside in him..

He was mostly grateful.

Their conversations used to be awkward, stunted for the mere fact that he wasn’t sure how to take everything in.

A life without Sangwoo? Is this what it had meant to live a completely ordinary life? But with due time, he had eventually started to forget.  With due time, conversations that had felt forced from his part had started to feel more natural. With due time, he started to feel the wall break. With due time.. he felt him and seungbae become a little closer.

Then on a cold midnight, he had a dream.

 He had opened his eyes and seungbae was standing over him in the dark. Trousers, shirt, and glasses intact but yoonbum had felt like at that moment, seungbae was standing in the nude. Yoonbum could move his body, but he was paralyzed.  When he had stared at seungbae, there was a sense of uncontrollable intensity between the way they had looked at one another that if he had broken the stare-off, this peculiar dream would end.

This dream would become a repetitive recurrence, where all seungbae would do is look at him with his void less eyes, but he wouldn’t ever say anything or make a move.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t done it in a while, but just from their eye contact alone, did he start touching himself every night to it.

“Bum? What are you ordering?”

“Oh? Uh…soju.”

“Alright.” The bartender places both of their drinks on the counter.

Seungbae takes a long sip of it, “…so. how has life been treating you so far.”

“..not too bad.”

“Really? well..thats good.” As Seungbae looks down on his drink. Yoonbum fidgets with his fingers, then reciprocates the same question.

“..How about you? How has life been treating you?”

“Ah! well…”

Seungbae started to open up about how stressed he had been nowadays, working late shifts whilst dealing with the significant rise of petty crime around the neighbourhood.  He then rambles on about how even now he feels he is still treated delicately after officer park’s passing. He orders another shot of Sansachun.

“I know..I have some issues. But one of the things that I despise the most is being treated like I’m still that poor kid from back then..”

“I understand..”

“It just drives me crazy. It’s just so patronising. I mean..there’s plenty of days where I do miss him. But I also feel.. for the most part, that I handle it okay.”

Yoonbum didn’t really know to comfort him since he had felt he was so terrible with words, so he resorted to the thing he knew how to do the most. He wrapped his hand around seungbaes fist. Seungbae glanced at him in shock, nearly saying something but he decides not to say anything at all. They continue purchasing drink after drink, the night becoming hazier by the second.  

With his face glowing a shade of reddish pink, seungbae leaned on his hand and said, “You know bum..I think if you put yourself out there more. I think you could find someone really good for you… Someone who truly deserves you.”

Yoonbum clumsily stumbles on his words, “I don’t know about t-that. I’m not exactly..charismatic. Attractive..i don’t think I’m that  either. So…”

Seungbae shook his head, declaring, “Nonsense. I think.. your one of the kindest people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. You are always.. you just  always know what to do to make someone feel better.  You…” He pauses.

“You’re honestly the most beautiful person I know.”

"…You think I’m beautiful and kind?”

Seungbae vigorously pats his chest, pressing his lips. His face flushing harder.

“..who wouldn’t after getting to know you?”

Yoonbum chuckles under his breath, murmuring, “..your so confusing.”

The frenzied electro-pop music that had dominated the start of the night started to shift into slower paced music, once a lively crowd turning into flamingos, hugging one another. The array of lights that had strobed around the room, became still, and took a dark tone of vermillion red, consuming the room like it was the red-light district.

Yoonbum had felt the heat rise upon his neck, sensing that with the change of scenery, had now shifted the light-hearted mood he had tried so hard to keep. No amount of alcohol wasn’t going to reverse it by any means anymore. Seungbae finishes his last shot, wiping the remaining residue off his mouth and looks into the distance of the crowd.

As his eyes remain sucked into the force of what appeared to be the abnormal frequency of sensualism, Seungbae says, “do you want to dance?”

Yoonbum held his seat, the build-up of sweat increasing on his nape. He gulps.

“Huh?”

“..It just seems like their having a good time. But we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Yoonbum had not expected his night would go like this. He hadn’t anticipated that he would have ever had to fail an attempt at warding off a woman of her target, only to be spectacularly lucky at the end when seungbae had shut her down. He hadn’t expected that they would drink like this, be as close as they are now and have seungbae describe him with adjectives he could never see himself as.

He had never ever expected that as the night progressed, seungbae would ever ask to dance with him, let alone with all those people who looked they wanted to eat each other alive. The territory that they were about to delve into felt too risky. Yoonbum bit his upper lip. But he didn’t want to refuse.

“No.. its ok. I want to dance.”  Hesitantly standing up from his seat.

“…You sure?” breaking his trance and staring into yoonbums eyes instead.

“Yeah. Like you said.. it does seem fun.

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[servin-up-surveys]

survey #105

(taken january 24th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

What is the age diff between the last two people you kissed romantically? Girt is around four or five years older than Sara. I've honestly forgotten if Sara was a year or two years younger than me.

Whose birthday is coming up next, that you know in your head? My friend Alyssa's.

Who did you last walk a dog with? Colleen, when she lived in the apartment and had to take her dogs outside on a leash to do their business.

If you had to name your kid after an American state, which would you choose? Probably Dakota.

How about if you had to name your kid after a city? Uh... maybe Charlotte? London? Idk, there are WAY too many cities and I don't even know most of them.

Can you burp on cue? Not anymore. I could as a kid, but it's something I actually stopped doing after this one time I was trying to get burps out of my chest as a kid in the car and then after one, for the next three straight days, I constantly felt right on the very precipice of puking. I eventually went to the hospital, but they couldn't find anything wrong, and oddly enough, the next morning I was fine. It was one of the scariest experiences of my life because of how terrified I am of vomiting, and I CONSTANTLY felt ready to just hurl.

What do you use to dry your clothes? (Tumble dryer, radiator, etc) Tumble dryer.

Are there are stickers on your computer? No; it's never something I've felt the need to invest in, regardless of how cheap they are. I receive money normally only two times a year, I'm not wasting it on stickers.

Will anything change in the next month? I'll be a year older and it would be REALLY nice if I found a job, too... I'm checking job hunting sites every day lately.

Do you plan on taking your husband’s last name if you ever marry? Most likely, yeah. Idk what I'd decide if I end up marrying a woman or nonbinary individual, but I feel like I would most likely take their last name, too.

Have you ever had an STD? No.

Do you have a lot of emotional baggage? BOY, DO I

Would you consider yourself artistic? Yeah.

Do you regret your last kiss? Nope.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? I have A LOT, like over ten. I only regularly see my immediate older sister's three kids, though. My other siblings with kids don't live here.

Do you like techno? Yes.

Are you on good terms with your last ex? No, but it's not something I care about anymore honestly. Is what it is.

Is anybody in your family schizophrenic? If so, what is their life like? My dad's oldest daughter is, but I've never met her and he definitely has nothing to do with her either so I don't know stories or anything. I've seen a single picture of her in my entire life.

What kinds of questions do you not like being asked? Employment-related things. Self-care stuff.

List 3 things that peeve you off. People getting pets they can't/don't properly provide for and/or don't do the necessary research, people acting like hot shit for having the "guts" to kill snakes minding their own goddamn business and controlling the pest population, and cringe culture. It is REALLY upsetting to me when people make others feel like shit or dumb or weird because of what makes them happy if it's totally innocent and harms no one. I'm not gonna lie, there are things that illicit the "cringe" reaction out of me, like musicals, but I'm not gonna shit all over them just because *I* don't enjoy them.

Do you remember who you liked in grade eight? I don't think I liked anyone, actually.

Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No.

Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Most likely Alaska, if we were there at a good time to see the Northern Lights.

Do you have Verizon? I have a Tracfone. I want something new and better SO badly.

Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers? No. I may like cooler showers if I'm extremely overheated, but not cold.

Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? No.

What has changed most about you in the past year? I take less shit from people, at least. I've gotten better at establishing boundaries and acknowledging and enforcing precisely how I want to be treated.

Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? Definitely not. I'm not a big veggie person at all.

Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? I once helped out at a place that was literally a combo of an ATV repair and snake breeding store. I helped clean out the absolutely massive snakes' cages as well as the feeding rats'. It was something I was excited about, but I think I lasted like... two hours because of how terrible a shape my body was/is in but even more so that the heat was unfuckingbearable and I have hyperhidrosis so I was absolutely dying and needed to leave. I sincerely looked like I'd gone swimming.

Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? Uh yeah, shamelessly. Those prices are fucking unreal.

How are things between the person you like/love/are with? We're just fine.

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Miraculously.

If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? RAMMSTEIN, FUCKIN EASY 😭

Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yeah, a few times.

Do you prefer to take your showers at night or in the morning? Morning. I favored night showers most of my life, but it's been changed for quite a while now because it's just a good start to the day. Especially when you're someone who struggles to shower as much as they should, it's an ESPECIALLY good start to the day and makes me feel productive.

Are you on birth control? Yes; my period pain is unbearable otherwise.

Why aren’t you in "love" with your last ex? I was never in love with her. I don't know what we had.

What is your favourite dog breed? I have a lot I really love, like akitas and shibas, Saint Bernards, beagles, chow-chows, Mexican hairless, dobermanns...

What website do you visit most often? YouTube.

Do you have a cat? Yeah, my Roman boy. :')

Do you subscribe to channels on YouTube? A lot, even though I don't regularly watch even a third of the channels I've subscribed to. I did actually clean out my subscriptions two days ago, though.

Where do you want to be in five years? Stable job or even building my photography career, my own place with Girt, probably at least engaged if I'm still with him, way healthier and happier, able to drive/have my own car, have more pets...

What food(s) do you refuse to eat? Anything that was hunted for sport. I absolutely WILL NOT. If it was killed with the genuine intent to use it as food and wasn't made by me, then I would MAYBE do it, but I'm definitely not sure on that. You will never see me put oysters/clams, escargot, octopus, or organs like liver and shit in my mouth. There are WAY more that just aren't coming to me rn, I am absurdly picky with food.

Do you have a good relationship with your mom? Yes. I'm alive because of her, and I mean that in WAY more ways than just the fact she gave birth to me.

Do you have a good relationship with your dad? I mean I guess, we get along fine, we just don't interact as much as a father and child should. I love my dad, I do, but he doesn't get any fatherly awards, exactly.

Do you listen to the Beatles? No. I actually hated their music as a kid (not because they were "in," I hated their music when I was too young to even have any concept of that), but now I'm okay with maybe a couple songs as an adult, but I definitely couldn't accurately call myself a fan or even a deliberate listener.

Do you procrastinate often? SEVERELY.

What are you looking forward to? Wednesday so I can see Girt.

Have you ever had feelings for someone your best friend was dating? They were absolutely not proper "feelings;" I knew lit-erally nothing about Joel OTHER than Jenna liked him and wanted to date. We were two pre-teens that were apparently finding out lust was a thing and I let it get way outta hand until he told me he loved me (which he absolutely, positively did not, but it made me really realize what I was doing).

Have you ever dated someone who had kids? No.

Has anyone seen you naked in the last week? No.

Would you let people stare at your boobs? Uh, I wouldn't let a random person do that. If I noticed that happening, I would call them out on it. I don't really care if my partner does, but like, not in public. That's still not okay to me, have some decency.

Do you like Freddy Krueger? His concept is cool, but his movies are some of the cringiest horror classics from what I've seen.

Have you ever dated your girlfriend's/boyfriend's best friend? No.

What do you think of Rob Zombie? He's cool, I like a lot of his music and general aesthetic. His movies are too raunchy for me though.

Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? I sometimes found the show funny way back in the day, but I haven't watched it or followed the actors for years because I don't support religious bigots.

What kind of person were you in middle school? Weird. Random. Probably very annoying.

Do you have any major regrets in your life? I'll carry my regret for how I treated Jason after the breakup to the grave. That's the biggest, but oh there's more.

Name a TV show that you absolutely can’t stand. I could NEVER watch those shows like Monsters Inside Me that told stories about having internal parasites. FUCK that.

Are you a fast runner? I literally can't run because of my knees.

Have you ever had a concussion? Yes, and I was absolutely fucking miserable. 0/10 do NOT recommend.

Do you listen to heavy metal music? Yeah, that's my fave.

The song you last heard, does it make you think of anyone? I've gotten into "0% Angel" by Mr. Kitty and yeah, it makes me think of Jason. Kinda hurts to listen to but oh well, tired of trauma interferring with shit I can do.

Have you ever donated money to a charity? Yes.

Do you get bored easily? I have anhedonia as a depression symptom. I am very nearly always bored.

Are you good at doing tongue twisters? I'm actually not sure, I don't really try them.

Have you ever been to a drive-in movie? No. I mean, in elementary school we sometimes had movie on the lawn nights, but you didn't stay in your car or anything; you brought towels and stuff to sit in the grass.

Are you good at doing fractions? Hell no. Tbh I don't even know how to add or subtract them anymore if they don't have a common denominator.

What age did you have your first kiss at? I was a month into 16.

Do you regret losing your virginity to whoever you lost it to? I haven't yet but I know I won't if I lose it to who I plan to.

Do you get mad easily? No.

Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No.

Would you rather get high or get drunk? High, if it was just something like weed. I ain't fucking with more serious drugs.

Do you like the Silent Hill movies? First one is fine, though it took some getting used to for me since it changed the OG story's plot so much. It still bothers me that the director chose the mother instead of the father to search for Cheryl/Sharon LITERALLY just because of sexist reasons. The second movie is a fucking catastrophe plot-wise, but I could still watch it JUST because of how much I love the franchise and Pyramid Head is fucking hot lmfao

Tell me something you’ve been made fun of for in the past. This is one of those "it only happened once" things, but I still remember it SO clearly: in kindergarten, we were sharing our favorite sandwiches one day, I answered that mine was bologna, cheese, and mustard, and all the students were so grossed out, doing all these "EWWWW" sounds and stuff and it scarred me for life :')

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

228 of 223

What do you look like right now?

I have a red hoodie with A Really Cool Print™ and Grey cargo trousers that are cool as well. Just my hair is messy as usual.

When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

Just before he left to work.

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

Warm. I hate cold weather.

Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now?

H&M.

Where did you sleep last night?

In my bed lol.

Do you secretly like anyone?

Yeah, I kinda have a tiny bit of feelings for a guy named Maxim, here I said it. But other than that, I’m open about who I like.

Who was the last person to make you laugh?

My husband.

Anything annoying you right now?

Not really.

Is there any emotion you’re trying to avoid right now?

No, not really.

Have you done anything embarrassing lately?

My whole life is embarrassing incidents XD

Are you excited for winter?

Not at all. I hate winter with passion.

Do you like/love someone?

I feel like I answered this already.

Do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

No, I love him. By the way, it’s weird to think “boy” about a dude aho is almost 51 years old XD

Do you miss anyone?

Yes, my parents and my sister.

Have you held hands with anyone in the past 48 hours?

No. Even me and my husband don’t hold hands, we don’t like it.

What are your plans for this weekend?

We’ll see what life brings. Probably groceries.

Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yeah, when I was younger.

Have you ever been on a horse?

No, I haven’t.

If you could teleport, where would you go?

To my parents.

What is your favorite dish at a Chinese restaurant?

All these little thingies that are starters.

What is your favorite fruit?

Strawberry.

Were you a 80’s or a 90’s child?

I was born in 1990, so 90s, definitely.

Do you enjoy listening to techno music?

Yeah, but I like EBM much more.

What time do you usually fall asleep?

Around 23:00.

When was the last time you went to the mall?

I think I was in Kortrijk last time, about two weeks ago?

Does a mango smoothie sound good to you now?

Ew no. The taste of mango is awful to me.

How many of the harry potter books have you read?

None.

Don’t you just hate commercials?

Doesn’t everyone? I love the Whiskas commercials, though.

How many of your friends play world of warcraft?

None I know of.

Who else in your house is awake right now?

I’m alone if we don’t count cats, but they’re both sleeping.

Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting?

Disgusting.

Would you rather receive roses or sunflowers?

No.

Are you going to take more surveys?

Not right now as I’m going out, but maybe at the evening.

Is your dad bald?

No, he’s not. He’s not even fully grey. You wouldn’t believe he’s 70.

Does your job involve working with people or operating a cash register?

Working with people, yes. Operating the cash register, no.

Who is the most boring, or dullest person that you know of?

That fkn moron who was harassing me over messages on Instagram. What a boring idiot. I can’t believe anyone actually likes him. From what I saw, nobody actually does.

Is your local weather a bit on the bi-polar side, or is it fairly predictable?

It’s both at the same time. Man, this is Belgium.

How long was your last phone conversation you had?

57 seconds. With my husband, we always get to the point.

What smiley face do you use most?

XD

Does crying actually make you feel better?

I don’t cry, so no idea.

Are you happy?

Yes, I am. Not 100%, though.

What’s the last thing you drank?

I think Vanilla Coke.

Do you think someone has feelings for you?

My husband loves me, that’s for sure.

How long do you have until your birthday?

Two months and something.

Do you know anyone who has been arrested?

Yeah, my Dutch asshole neighbour.

Who is the closest person in your life, emotionally speaking?

My husband, my dad, my sister. No particular order.

Do you remember the name of the first bar you ever went to?

Nah. Probably one of these beach bars.

Were you of age?

You’re always of age in my country. Not gonna go into details.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

May you please write a dream x reader birthday romance?

This did not end up quite as I expected, but here we are nonetheless I hope you enjoy it and I wish you a happy, most likely (at this point very) belated, birthday :D

Birthday Escape

Oneshot Contains: Fluff, Mild Angst, Minor Canon Divergence (time of year change for Dream's prison escape), Kisses, Happy Ending --------------------------------------------

You're alone. Well, you've been alone for months now

It's sad to think about, how this time last year you were with the love of your life, happy as can be Now.. you don't have that.

You don't have him. Dream.

You miss him, even with the trouble that followed him. Now it doesn't, it can't.

When Dream was imprisoned you were told to move on, to get over it. He's a criminal, that's what they told you. And maybe he is, but you love him.

He's never wronged you, always done his best to protect you. You tried your best for him too. Even when he did get locked up in the highest security cell, you tried to visit.

You've seen him once in all this time. The one time you were allowed to visit the prison. When Sam learned of your true meaning to the man in green he refused to let you enter the prison again.

Otherwise you'd have gone today. A bit of cheer for your birthday. The first one you've spent alone in a long time.

No one has been to visit. You like relatively remote, but it's not far in the nether. Still no one has come to visit you. Not even in the days prior. Maybe they all forgot.

You rest your head in your hands, staring down at the dark oak table. What you wouldn't give for anyone to be here now. Just to give you company.

With a sigh you push yourself up and out of the chair you were sitting in. You make your way over to the lounge, opening up the large window to the back garden.

Looking out brings you even more sadness, the garden you and Dream planted together starting to come to life once again. The flowers are starting to bloom, trees starting to blossom.

It's beautiful, just like him. A reminder of the past. A past you wish was your present.

Leaving the window open you move to the middle of the room, taking a seat on the couch. You grab your book from the coffee table, wanting to lose yourself in another world to save you from this one.

For a short while you do, until your attention is grabbed by a loud crash. Your head whips over to the window, which is where the noise came from.

You don't notice anything strange, until a blonde mop of hair pops up. You stay where you are, paralysed by a mix of fear and shock.

Your heart thunders in your chest, not only do you have an intruder but it's one you know. His face familiar, eyes shining despite the light coming from behind him.

"Hey Y/n." He smiles, walking past you and up the stairs. You sit and stare, waiting for him to return. Maybe he won't, maybe he's not real.

A short while later he does though. He comes back down the stairs in clothes you're more familiar with him wearing, although they're looser than they were before.

He walks over, placing a rough kiss on your lips before pulling you up to your feet. "Whatever you care about, throw it in an enderchest."

Without hesitation you nod, beginning to go around your house and put your most personal and highest valued possessions in the safe space that is your ender chest.

Dream seems to be doing the same, after all it was where he left it before he was imprisoned. You hadn't had the heart to put it away, and thus had only cleaned it.

"What's going on?" You ask him, finished with your things. "It's not safe here, not for me or for you. We have to go." He rushes, grabbing the mask from the mantle piece. It wasn't his original mask, but it was an exact replica.

"Dream please, what's happening?" "Techno and I escaped from the prison, he's waiting for us by the nether portal. I have a safe-house for us, when we get there we'll be safe." He says, putting the mask on but not fully, letting it rest on his hair so you can see his face.

"What about our home?" You ask, looking around. You've lived here for so long, with and without him.

"We'll make the next one better, I promise. I'm back now, this house holds so much grief for you. If we stay it'll be destroyed." He holds your hand, eyes soft. He knows how much this house means to you.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks, squeezing your hand. "I'm ready." You nod. Dream offers a reassuring smile, placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling his mask down to cover his face.

You unlock the back door, meaning Dream doesn't have to climb through the window again. Once outside the two of you meet up with Techno, who looks less than impressed and highly alert.

"Got everything?" He asks. Dream nods, so do you. Techno grunts in approval, entering the portal.

Before you can follow Dream stops you. "We're going to rebuild, we're going to make up for lost time. Do you trust me?" You nod.

"I've always trusted you." "I trust you too, so," he pulls out a netherite sword with a messy green bow made of grass and a small flower on it, holding it out to you. You take the sword from his hands, it's fully enchanted, the edge is sharp and straight.

"I'm sorry it's not been the best birthday, that you have to lose so much. Your new house, I hope you will love, but this sword is my main gift to you. Every birthday from now on, I promise you Y/n, will be best I can make it. Happy birthday." You wrap your arms around him, a quick hug all there is time for.

"I'm just glad you're here." You whisper. "I wouldn't leave the one I love to be all alone on their birthday."

With that he guides you into the portal, the two of you ready to leave. You see the house, the garden. The garden you and Dream planted together. Flowers of all different colours starting their life once again after being laid dormant.

It's a poetic end, the flowers mirroring your own life. As the over-world fades to purple and the purple fades to red you, much like the flowers, are entering a new year of life. One you hope will be so much more beautiful than any before it.

[tuesday-teyz]

What would have happened if it was Theseus that left instead of Wilbur

Like i know in the lore and his character at the time he would have never left if ot wasent with somebody

But if he did

Where would he go/what would he do

At first i was like "well of course he'd be a pirate"

But hes like 11 or younger at that time so would he really know how to and would anyone let him

And also what would he bring with him?

Warning: this scenario gets a bit heavy!

If Tommy was to run away, alone, he'd probably stowaway on a ship rather than pay his way into one, because, while he might have enough money on him, nobody's going to take a child passenger without questioning where he is from. Let's imagine that this ship just happened to be one sailing across the ocean, and the crew weren't happy when they find this boy hiding and eating their supplies a few weeks into the journey. Tommy, eleven years old, scared and weak, tries to tell them that he's a prince of the Antarctic Empire. The captain does not believe him, and gets rather angry with the boy after a few days of him being tied up to the mast and repeating the same thing like a mantra. They cut Tommy's tongue off.

When the ship finally reaches their destination on the other continent, Tommy manages to escape. For days he survives out in the streets all alone, in an unfamiliar city, among unfamiliar people, stripped of his ability to speak. Stealing is bad, he has been taught, but Tommy is so, so hungry. He slips an apple from a fruit vendor, picks up the scraps people leave out for dogs. Sometimes he gets chased away, but never caught.

Every night he hides in some crates at the seaside, looks out to the ocean, where far, far north is the Antarctic Empire. Tommy doesn't want adventures, not anymore. He wants Wilbur to sing him to him and Techno to hug him and that Phil would tell that everything is going to be alright. He wants home.

Tommy whistles to himself for comfort every night, like a little songbird he is. On one of the evenings, he realizes that it's his birthday, and he is meeting it in a filthy alleyway with nothing but a chewed-on peach for food and drink, hundreds of miles away from his family. Tommy can't help it; his whistles waver and he bursts into tears.

What he doesn't expect is for another voice to pick up on the abandoned tune - and for that voice to belong to an avian with bright parrot wings.

Tommy had seen him before, a few times. The man would scout around the market, buying his own things, and not pay attention - or rather, pointedly looking away - when Tommy would steal a loaf of bread from a stall nearby. They sing back and forth to one another for hours, until Tommy's throat turns sore and he is too tired to try and run when the man comes near him.

"My name is Grian," he says, and he sounds kind. "Do you want to come with me?"

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀

Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do

Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)

:D

Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)

Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)

(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)

TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...

Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.

But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.

The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.

Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.

The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.

"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.

"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"

The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.

The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.

With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.

"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"

"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."

"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."

Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."

Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.

"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.

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You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.

On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.

Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.

"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.

Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"

After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...

The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.

"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.

You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.

Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...

"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."

The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.

A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.

"How DARE you!"

"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"

[lildevyl]

Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 8:  Michael’s Birthday

Summary: The Bench Trio celebrate Michael’s Birthday!

A/N: So some fluff here! Also this chapter does have some background with Wilbur and Techno. Their backgrounds were inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalamitous

Also will tag the chapters with Trigger Warnings. Just to be safe.

HAPPY WRITING!

TW: Mention of Past Child Abuse, Mention of Past Child Neglect, Mention/Implied Past Mugging.

(Bad’s Café)

Tommy couldn’t keep the grin that was plastered on his face off.  He was excited about today!  It was Michael’s Birthday today and the little trouble maker was turning eleven today.  Tommy was at Bad’s Café picking up the two dozen muffins that Bad insisted on giving Tommy to take to the party.

“Tell little trouble maker Muffin Head, Happy Birthday for me!”

“Will do Bad!”

“Tommy!”  Wilbur called out as he walked into the Café.

“Wilbur!  How are you doing?”  Tommy asked.

“I’m doing good.  I came by to see if you were working today.  I’m guessing that you’re not working today though.”  Wilbur gestured to the muffins in Tommy’s hand.  Then he noticed a present as well.  “What’s the special occasion?”

“Huh, oh!  It’s Michael’s birthday today!”  Tommy answered.  “Michael’s a kid that I sometimes watch on the side for Ms. Pinkett.”

“That’s cool.  Give me a minute and I’ll walk with you,” Wilbur offered.

Tommy was about to protest, but Wilbur had already ordered his coffee to go and paid for it.  A few minutes later, Wilbur was right by Tommy’s side and gestured for them to get going.

“So, how did you become a part time babysitter for Michael?”  Wilbur asked with a teasing tone and soft smile.

“Ms. Pinkett used to be my Foster Parent before me and my roommates got out of the system.  She was one of the “Good Ones” I guess you can say.  The Foster System sent us to a Group Home for us “Problem Kids.”  It actually turned out to be a good thing though.  She really helped out a lot.  But we just   .   .   .   couldn’t stay.  She understood and even helped us get out.”

Tommy went quiet as memories came back.  Ms. Pinkett was literally one of the “Good Ones” in the Foster System.  Years of going from home to home, so many rules broken and too many lies being told to him time and time again.  It got to the point that Tommy literally thought that there was something wrong with him for why no one wanted him.  So many different homes, schools, and a Social Worker who literally just seemed like they were too tired to care.  Yeah, Tommy couldn’t have been more grateful for Ms. Pinkett!

But when the “Incident” as Tommy refers to it happened.  It was when Tommy was younger and was very naïve of the world.  Seeing someone slumped over bleeding in an alleyway on his way from school one day.  Tommy, not even thinking about it, went over to the stranger and healed him.  Some time later, Tommy nearly got kidnapped because of his healing powers.  

Tommy couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ms. Pinkett hadn’t come barreling down the street and got them to her brother’s house!  She was so furious with the Police when they just wrote it off as a “Prank.”  It was at that point that Ms. Pinkett had helped teach Tommy about his powers and the dangers of having said powers.

Tommy looked over at Wilbur when he came back to reality from Memory Lane.  He was expecting the “Pity Looks” and the “Sympathetic Frown” because that’s what Tommy mostly got from people when they learned that he was a Foster Child.  Every now and then you come across the “Good Samaritans” that literally only saw you as a gig for their blog or a “Charity Case” Opportunity to get brownie points from their viewers.

Tommy, already mentally preparing himself for the “I’m sorry to hear that Toms.”  But when Tommy looked over at Wilbur, he was surprised.  None of that came, as a matter of fact, Wilbur, himself looked so deep in thought, like he went down Memory Lane as well.

“Kinda sounds like me and Tech before Phil adopted us.”  Wilbur said after a few minutes of silence.  Tommy’s jaw hit the floor.  Wilbur?  Wilbur and Techno were in the Foster System?

“Phil was a Foster Parent for a while before his wife died.  Techno was placed with Phil because, well, he was a “Problem Child” and no one wanted to deal with a Piglin Brute Hybrid.  I came along a little later.  Phil found me on the streets after I ran away from home.”

“Why did you run away from home?  Was it that bad?”  Tommy asked.  Tommy just couldn’t fathom why you would run away from having parents, a home, people who cared about you?

“Yeah it was.  My parents only really cared about their reputation, what others might think of them.  It was all about money and their perfect image and if you didn’t fit into that perfect image.  Then they just tried to sweep it under the rug or tried to fix it.  When I came into my Hybrid features, they literally tried to get me to hide it or suppress it.  They couldn’t stand having a *cough* Mer Hybrid as a son.  I ran away when I was about ten?  Eleven?  I think?  Phil found me six months later and took me in.  A few years later Phil officially adopted us.”

Tommy couldn’t help the stab of jealousy that shot through his chest.  That was every Foster Kids’ dream.  To finally find a family that will love you because of all of your flaws and not expect a perfect child to be molded into.  But he also felt a bit of sympathy for Wilbur.  He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have parents that cared more about money and what people thought about them than their own child?

“I had to officially and legally disown my own parents.  One so Phil could adopt me and two because the last thing I wanted was to have my parents see that I ‘made it’ and then decide they want their son back.”  Wilbur explained.

Tommy nodded in understanding.  He heard and read countless stories of families neglecting and/or abandoning family members.  Only to come back in their lives full of empty promises and praises all because their kid had “made it big.”

“I work for Phil and he owns a Studio Company.  I’m in charge of the Music Department.  Techno’s the Social Media Manager.  Phil’s in charge of looking over everything.  We have other people that help out as well.  I’m also trying to get my own music out there.”

“Wait, do you sing, Wilbur?”

Wilbur started to flush at that.  “I tinker around.  I play guitar and I sing.  I write my own songs as well.”

“You’re going to have to show me sometime.”  Tommy smiled imagining what Wilbur’s singing voice would sound like.

“Sure, you can stop by my place sometime and I’ll sing for you!  Also, I think we’re near where you live.”  Wilbur gestured to Tommy’s apartment complex.

“Yep, we’re here.”  Tommy turned to the rundown, and crumbling building in front of them.  

Wilbur made a face at the state of Tommy’s apartment complex and the cracking concrete steps.  But didn’t say anything about it.  Tommy was truly grateful for that.  Tommy knew that their living conditions weren’t ideal and it would be nice to live in a place where the carpets weren’t stained with something that suspiciously looks like mold or blood.   Or to have vents that didn’t have a strange smell to it.  Or to have a building that didn’t have a fresh coat of paint to cover up some kind of “Crime Scene.”

But unfortunately, they can’t.  At least not yet.  Ranboo should be getting a raise here soon and he is without a doubt one the best and youngest Assistant Managers the Pet Store ever has!  And if Tubbo got accepted into one of L’Manburg’s Tech Schools.  Then there was a sure chance that Tubbo could get a really decent paying job.  Tommy’s content at working at Bad’s.  Tommy really didn’t have any future plans for himself other than getting the hell out of the Foster System and try to forget about that day.

“I’ll see you later Tommy?”  Wilbur asked, bringing Tommy out of his tumbling thoughts.

“Yeah, Wil.  I’ll see you tomorrow at the Café!”  Tommy called after his friend and headed up the steps and towards the elevator to his and his friends apartment.

(Ms. Pinkett’s House)

One bus ride and a five block walk later, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo arrive at the party a little bit late but not by much.

“Tommy!  Ranboo!  Tubbo!  It’s so good to see you guys!”  Ms. Pinkett gives each of them a side hug and beaming smile.  “Thanks for coming guys!  Michael’s been super excited to see you!”

“We’re doing good Ms. Pinkett and thanks for inviting us!”  Tommy said.

“Tommy for the last time, it’s Scarlet!  I might not be your Foster Parent anymore but you still babysit -”

“I’m not a baby, Mom!  I don’t need a sitter!”

“But you still ‘supervise’ Michael and his friends from time to time.”  Ms. Pinkett - Scarlet said.

Tommy used to babysit Michael when the three of them lived together.  When Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo managed to get out of the Foster System and get their own place.  Tommy still “Supervised” Michael and his friends from time to time for Scarlet.  After what almost happened to Tommy and Scarlet nearly getting mugged herself.  Scarlet literally has been asking Tommy when she was unable to get home in time to watch her son for her.  It’s usually only a few hours.  And it never really interfered with Tommy’s schedule at Bad’s.  Scarlet couldn’t have been more grateful for Tommy’s help and offered to pay him for when he “Supervised.”

The trio walked into Scarlet’s one story house and placed the presents on the dining table and headed into the living room.  Tommy instantly recognized Ant (Antonio), an Ant Hybrid and Shroud, a Spider Hybrid, two of Michael’s best friends that he had known since Kindergarten.  Tommy also recognized a few other people that Scarlet works with at the Starlight Plaza and their kids.  And Tommy of course recognized Karen and her two trouble-making kids.  Luckily, for everyone else, there were plenty of adult chaperons to make sure that Karen’s entitled kids don’t cause a scene.

The party was in full swing, with plenty of games, food, cutting the cake and serving ice cream.  Michael sat down on the couch opening up his presents and thanking everyone.  Michael got a few new board games that Tommy had feeling would be played by Michael and his two friends the minute the party was done.  A couple of stuffed animals that he really enjoyed (Michael loved the chicken plushy that Tommy made him).  He also enjoyed the Heroes vs Villains video game that Tubbo got him.  Ranboo got him a gold plated hair clip for when he wants to braid his hair.

Unfortunately, the trio couldn’t stay for long because they had to make sure that they made it to the bus stop in time.  After giving Michael a final hug and promise to stop by some time, the trio headed.  That early evening, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo, rode the bus home with laughter in their ears and smiles on their faces.

Little did they know their world would come crashing down around them.

******

Characters:

Siren -Wilbur

Erinyes - Techno

Orcus -Phil

Theseus - Tommy

Nuke - Tubbo

Ender - Ranboo

Michael the Piglin - Is a Hybrid in this story might actually be a little more in the story. IDK yet!

Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @tracobuttons, @nightfuryobsessed, @iamliteraltrash1, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower, @a-humble-narcissus

Previous Chapters:

Chapter One: Head Injury Link Here

Chapter Two: Nuke and Ender Link Here

Chapter Three: Some New Faces Link Here

Chapter Four: New Places Link Here

Chapter Five: Unexpected Visitors Link Here

Chapter Six: Getting Help Link Here

Chapter Seven: Group Home Link Here

[ray-ray-writings]

Birthday Bullies-SBI AU Imagine

This is Brother!Technoblade, Brother!Wilbur, Brother!Tommyinnit, and Father!Philza x gn!reader in the SBI inc AU in which you are the youngest of the three. That being said, you and Tommy are in the same grade due to you skipping a grade because you’re so smart and that gets you into trouble because people don’t like people that are different ya know? 

TW: Bullying, like physically, mentally, and emotionally. As well as cursing

Masterlist here

Y/N is being bullied at school. They’re able to keep the secret from her father and brothers for a while. But every cat gets out of the bag eventually.  

Y/N’s POV

Being the youngest in your class is hard. It’s even harder when the age gap is bigger than the usual age gap. My father and my teacher’s realized that my “smarts” were way ahead of others in my grade and together we decided that I might be happier skipping two grades and going into high school at 13. 

At first, I was ecstatic. I would get to take tougher classes but I would also get to be with my older brother Tommy as a freshman and our even older brothers who were seniors. But as time passed, more of the freshman class began to turn on me and began to hate me. Not only did I begin to feel excluded from my classmates, but my classmates began to pick on me. 

It wasn’t too bad at first. Just whispers and snide comments to begin with. But some people got more bold and soon I could barely walk down the hallway without my shoulder being shoved and cruel words spat directly in my face. No matter how hard it got, I refused to tell my brothers. I didn’t want to be a bother to them. I was in high school now, I should be able to fight my own battles… Right? Besides, some of the kids had threatened to beat up Tommy if I even thought of telling my brother’s what was happening. 

Luckily, I usually got home before everyone so I got to let out all of my feelings without having to worry about any of the boys seeing me break down. Techno has theater, Wilbur has music lessons, Tommy goes to Tubbo’s to hang out, and my father, Philza, works until 5. So I was home alone for 2 hours which gave me enough time to break down, cry it out, pull myself together, cover any bruises I may have gotten from the day, and pretend like nothing happened before anyone got home. It was a process I had down to a science. No one knew about my struggles, but that was all about to change. 

It was my birthday. I woke up feeling pretty good. I could immediately smell the breakfast my father was making. I swung myself out of bed, grabbed the outfit I planned on wearing, and went to the bathroom. I quickly did what I needed to do in the bathroom before bouncing down the stairs. 

As I suspected, my father was standing over the stove and all three of my brothers were sitting around the table chatting. At the sound of my footsteps, all heads snapped to me, grins placed on all their faces. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All four cheered in unison. A matching grin painted my lips, “thank you!” I beamed. Philza quickly turned off the stove and rushed over to me and scooped me up in a big hug. “I can’t believe my baby is officially a teenager!” Dadza cooed in my ear. I giggled and hugged him back, “If it helps I can’t believe it either.” Philza gave my back a quick pat before releasing me and going back to the stove. 

I sat down in my seat at the table next to Tommy and gave all my brothers smiles. “Here you go sweetheart” Dadza announced, placing a plate filled with my favorite breakfast foods down in front of me. “Thanks Dad!” I cheered, before picking up my fork and digging in. The boys took this as their cue to get up and get their own plates. 

Soon everyone was sitting around the table, eating and enjoying each other’s company. “Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get the day off and the boys still have their after school activities that they can’t get out of and so you’re still going to be home for two hours by yourself before we can all get home to celebrate” Dadza explained in an apologetic tone. Although I was a little disappointed, I understood. “That’s okay. Like you said, we can just celebrate when everyone gets home. No worries,” I told him with a smile. Dadza returned my smile, “Thanks for being so understanding kiddo.” “No problem dad!” 

We finished breakfast and then it was time to head to school. Wilbur drove us in the car that Dad had gotten him when he got his license. Techno also had a car and a license, but he hates driving and so he forces Wilbur to drive everyday. Once we got to the school, the four of us said our goodbyes to each other before heading our separate ways. I stopped by my locker and put my books away before heading to my first period. 

Surprisingly, the day passed very easily. Sure there were still a few shoves and words thrown my way, but nothing too major which I was really happy about. It seemed like the universe was giving me a break because it’s my birthday today! I should have known it was too good to be true. 

The last bell rang releasing us from the hell that we call school. I quickly made my way to my locker, grabbed everything I needed before walking toward the exit. I had almost made it out of the building when I heard the cruel voice of Chad, one of my main bullies, call my name from behind me. I silently prayed that if I just ignored him he would get bored and move on… It did not work. 

“Hey!” The same aggressive voice called, this time a forceful hand finding my wrist and forcing me to turn around. “I’m talking to you bitch. When I’m speaking I expect you to listen” His hand tightened around my wrist causing me to whimper. I knew that the skin was going to bruise and it was going to hurt a lot. The sound of me in pain caused the smirk on Chad’s face “Aw. Does a little pressure hurt the baby?” Chad mocked, tightening his hand even more causing even more shooting pain to send through my wrist. “Please let me go” I begged, trying to tug my wrist from his iron grip, I made no progress. “No. I don’t think I will. You need to learn your lesson and learn to listen to your superiors when they’re speaking to you,” Chad spit, glaring at me with so much hatred in his eyes. I let out another small whimper, but didn’t say anything else. 

Chad smirked at my demeanour, “Good… Now I’m feeling particularly generous today, so I’m going to let you go. But remember this the next time I call you, you better respond immediately.” Chad let go of my wrist and I was about to respond, but I suddenly felt a force on my shoulders, shoving me to the ground. My hands shot out behind me and I felt the skin on the palms of my hands break as they met the ground. Chad’s obnoxious laughter rang out loudly as he walked away, leaving me on the ground. 

I had to take a few moments to compose myself. I couldn’t cry here. I couldn’t risk another person walking by and seeing me lying here crying. I had to be strong until I got home. I carefully pushed myself up, hissing at the feeling of the pressure on my scraped palms. Once I was up, I carefully inspected my palms and wrist. Small rivers of blood flowed from the open wounds. I slowly clenched my fists closed, trying to keep the blood in. My eyes caught the wrist that Chad had gripped, it was extremely red and small bouts of purple were already appearing in the shape of fingerprints. I took a deep breath before walking out of the school and toward home. 

It’s days like today that I’m very grateful that I’m home for a few hours by myself. I didn’t have to explain anything to anyone and I could be my happy self by the time everyone gets home. It was hard to keep the tears at bay on my way home, but I managed. 

A sigh of relief left my lips as my house appeared in my vision. I practically ran to the front door, carefully grabbing my key and unlocking the door, careful to not get any blood on the door or my key. I rushed into the house and slammed the door behind me. Once I was sure the door latched, I allowed myself to break down. The tears that I had forced to remain in my eyes finally flowed freely down my cheeks as sobs escaped my lips. I threw off my bookbag and allowed myself to sink into the door and slide down to the ground as the sobs wracked my body.

I was so absorbed in myself that I didn’t hear someone calling my name. I couldn’t hear them ask what was wrong. I didn’t even know they were there until arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I immediately jumped in surprise and my eyes snapped to whoever was grabbing me. Through my blurry vision, I could make out the outline of my father’s extremely concerned face staring at me. “What are you doing home?” I blubbered, immediately trying to dry my tears to try and hold on to some form of dignity. Dadza looked up causing me to follow his gaze. There I found all three of my brothers standing there as well, staring at me. Of course. Of course this just had to happen. “Do you remember this morning when I told you I couldn’t get the day off?” I let out a sniff and nodded at the question, of course because had he not, we wouldn’t be in this situation. “Well I lied to you to surprise you. I pulled the boys out of school early and they’ve been helping me set up your birthday surprise… But that doesn’t matter, what happened Y/N? What’s wrong?” 

I couldn’t tell him. I can’t. They’ll hurt Tommy. I cleared my throat and shook my head, bringing a hand up to wipe my face. “Nothing… Nothing. I’m fine, forget about it.” I tried to brush the concern off. But Dadza’s gentle hand grabbed my hand and it was then I remembered the blood running from my hand and the finger shaped bruises forming. Dadza examined my hand, “Wilbur go get me the first aid kit please. Techno an ice pack. Tommy, please go finish setting up,” Dadza softly commands my three brothers before turning back to me with a raised eyebrow, “You’re fine?” he asked with a slightly mocking tone. I knew I had been caught. 

The tears began welling in my eyes again. After a moment of silence I managed to give an answer, “No” I croaked out, “I’m not fine.” Tears began falling from my eyes once again. Dadza instantly pulled me into him once again and began rubbing my back again. “I’ve got you honey. I’ve got you.” He soothed as I sobbed in his shoulder. As I cried, I could feel someone take my hands and begin to take care of them. A small sting running through them before bandages carefully wrapped around them. A cool presence also settled on my throbbing wrist. 

I don’t know how long I cried for. But I needed it. I broke down at least once every week, but crying to someone feels so much better. The tears finally stopped and the sobs turned into sniffs. “Feel better?” Dadza asked softly in my ear. I nodded, my face still in his shoulder. “You want to tell me about it now?” I pulled my face from his body and looked around the room. Techno and Wilbur still remained in the room, but Tommy was nowhere to be seen… Just how I want it. 

And so I told him. I told him everything. I told him how hard high school had been for me and how everyone had been so mean to me. I told him what had happened today and what Chad had done. I explained why I was happy to be left home alone for a few hours everyday. How I broke down and patched myself up everyday. And at the end, I explained why I never told anyone. I told them how they had threatened Tommy and how the last thing I wanted was for anyone else to be hurt. 

By the end of my ramblings, Techno and Wilbur were visibly fuming. Dadza was calm on the outside, but I could tell he was pissed too. It took a few moments before Philza spoke, “Tomorrow. I will be going down to the school and having a talk with the principal. There is no reason that this should ever happen to anyone, especially not you. When I met with them, they assured me that you would fit in fine and they would keep an eye on you… It’s obvious they didn’t keep that promise.” I couldn’t help the shiver that was sent down my spine at my father’s dark tone. I knew it wasn’t directed at me, but I had never heard this before and it kind of scared me.

 “And we’ll be sure to take care of Chad tomorrow” Techno glowers, giving Wilbur a small nod. Philza’s head turned to his sons and he gave them a disapproving look. Wilbur holds his hands up in defense, “We promise we won’t do anything that gets us suspended or expelled… We just want to teach him a lesson.” Dadza hesitated but then gave them a small nod. A small cheer escaped Wilbur’s lips as he and Techno fistbumps. “And I’ll help too!” Wilbur and Techno whip around and part revealing Tommy standing there, his face red and his fist pounding in his hand. ���Tommy, Wilbur, Techno… Please you really don’t have to-” “No we do have to. They messed with you, they mess with all of us…. Now let’s forget this for now and go celebrate your birthday” 

And so you did. Dadza helped you stand up and walked you into a decorated kitchen. Party decorations of your favorite color and theme littered the walls and the table announcing “Happy Birthday” to you. Your favorite foods sat on the kitchen table with your favorite drink sitting in front of your favorite spot. Had you not just cried your eyes out, you would have cried happy tears. “Guys!” You squeal, rushing forward, looking at everything, “You didn’t have to do all this. Thank you!” The four of them chuckled at your reaction. You quickly sat in your own seat, waiting for everyone to sit down, before digging in. The rest of the night was spent just celebrating you. You got a lot of gifts from your family and ate a lot of ice cream and cake and just all around had a good time. 

*Time skip to the next day*

The next morning was the first morning in a while that I didn’t absolutely dread going to school. I rode to school with dadza. Wilbur and the boys following behind us in his own car. When we got there, Dadza went straight to the office and the four of us siblings stuck together instead of immediately branching off from each other. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I heard my father’s voice boom asking where the principal was. 

The four of us continued down the hallway until we passed Chad. “Hey bitch!” Chad called from his spot leaning up against the lockers. I was a little surprised at his boldness, usually when I was with my brothers, nobody bothered me, but I guess he didn’t care today. I didn’t even get a chance to respond because in the blink of an eye, Techno had him pinned up against the lockers. “What did you just say to them?” 

Instantly, Chad’s demeanour changed, “Hey man, get off of me!” He exclaimed, trying to get out from under Techno, but my pink haired brother’s grip was too strong. “No, no, no… You’re going to tell me what it is you just said to them” Techno repeated, his tone extremely dark. Wilbur slowly walked up behind him and smirked at the trapped bully, “Yeah. I mean you seemed so brave just moments ago. Almost as brave as you were yesterday, come on big man. Where’s that bravery now?” Chad’s gaze shifted from my brother’s to me, “You fucking snitch! I told you not to tell, now you’re going to pay!” Chad once again tried to get out of Techno’s grip, but he was immediately slammed back against the lockers. Techno let out a small tisk, “That was the wrong answer Chad. You should know by now I don’t like repeating myself.” Techno growled, lifting Chad from the locker and slamming him back against it. 

Chad let out a small gasp of pain as the loud crash sounded, “You can’t do this! You two are both 18, I’ll sue. I’ll press charges.” Chad gasped, panic slowly filling his voice. That seemed to break through to Techno. Techno let out a huff of air through his nose. “If I ever catch you messing with Y/N again, I will end you” Techno grumbles out before letting go of Chad and taking a few steps back. 

Chad takes a moment to collect himself before the stupid smirk returns to his face. “That’s right. You’re not so big and bad are you?” He taunted my oldest brother. I watch as Wilbur has to literally grab Techno and restrain him from completely pouncing on the bully. Chad only smirks at the chaos he’s created. 

To my surprise, Tommy steps in front of him. “You better watch your mouth,” Tommy spoke to the bully. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” Chad asked with a huge smirk on his face. Tommy didn’t answer, he just stood there staring at Chad. I could tell Chad was getting nervous under Tommy’s stare. Finally he’d had enough of the silence, “You’re such a freak just like your sibling,” Chad announced, reaching forward and shoving Tommy as hard as he could. Tommy stumbled back, but it seemed as though that was what he was waiting for. “Oh, you’re going to regret that” Tommy announces with a smirk, popping his knuckles. Chad let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes, “Sure kid. It’s not like you’re going-” Chad didn’t get to finish because Tommy’s fist connected with Chad’s face. Tommy had reared back and punched Chad in the face as hard as he could. 

A gasp sounded throughout the hallway and it was then I noticed that there were a bunch of people that had gathered to watch what was happening. Chad went down like a sack of potatoes, just crumpling to the ground. For a moment, everyone was frozen. No one could believe what had just happened. Finally Tommy moved and looked around at the group that was staring at him. “That’s right!” Tommy announced loudly. His eyes met mine and he smiled before walking over and wrapping his arm around me “This is my sibling. If I ever catch you or hear of any of you bullying Y/N, it’ll be you next.” Wilbur and Techno were quick to join the two of us, “Yeah! What he said!” Wilbur cheered, backing up his younger brother. 

The office door flung open and my father and the principal walked out. All eyes snapped to the two adults that had just entered the scene. Principal M glanced around the hall, his eyes landed on an unconscious Chad, “What happened?” He asked, moving over to the knocked out boy. “It was self defense your honor,” Tommy claimed boldly, “He pushed me and tried to punch me but I punched him before he could… It was self defense.” Mr. M looked around everyone, “Is this true?” Every single head bobbed in unison at the question. No one was going to snitch. I could tell that Mr. M was a little skeptical but when his eyes met my fathers, he quickly nodded. “Right well… I’ll get him down to the nurses office… Everyone get to class” 

With that, everyone broke from their trance and raced off to their classroom. The four of us however made our way over to our father. “What really happened?” Dadza asked, an amused eyebrow raised as he looked the four of us up and down. Techno looked over his shoulder and shrugged, “We can explain later… It’s actually a funny story” Techno claimed with a small chuckle. Dadza couldn’t help but chuckle as well, “Well I can’t wait to hear it… I’ve got to go to work now but I’ll see you at home,” Dadza announced throwing his arms open. With no shame we all piled into his arms and had a big group hug. Dadza let us go and we began to head off to our classes. 

“Oh wait! Dad!” I called, stopping my father from leaving, “What did you say to the principal?” I asked, really curious. A small smirk appeared on my father’s face, “I’ll tell you when you’re older… Just know that you’re never going to be bullied in this school again… And if you are, let’s just say there are some jobs at stake… I’ll see you later kiddo. Love you!” “Love you too!” And then he was gone. I walked to my first class, the teacher not even questioning why  I was late. 

After that day, I was never bothered by bullies again. Everyone either was very nice to me, or they avoided me completely. Tommy and I spent a lot more time together. The boys had grown even more protective of me ever since they found out. I didn’t mind though, they’re my boys and I love them. Sometimes you need someone to stand up for you, to protect you, and to take care of you. And I couldn’t have asked for better boys to be that for me. 

There you go. I hope you enjoyed! If so be sure to leave a like or maybe even a reblog or reply telling me your favorite part/what you liked!

Find out what Philza said to the principal here lol

[raspberryberyl]

Overall thoughts on the 11/28 lore

This season finale was different because we weren’t going to war, or going to an epic battle. It was Syndicate going to break Dream out, and the rest of the server trying to stop them/freaking out/find Dream.

1. I along with a lot of other people have realized the true theme of this season. It wasn’t about people gaining power, it was about building a Legacy. A Legacy is a physical thing you can leave behind, and it is also the image and message of your self that you leave behind. 

This season has been all about people rebuilding and finding themselves now that L’manberg is done, Dream is in prison, and there are no wars. Tubbo building snowchester and his nukes, and making a family with Ranboo and Michael, is his Legacy. Las Nevadas is a legacy. Kinoko kingdom is Karl, Sapnap, and George’s legacy. Tommy building the hotel and trying to confront Dream was him trying to make a new legacy. The Prison is Sam’s legacy, and he wants tpo do whatever he can to make sure it’s a good one. The eggpire was even a legacy. Eret is always trying to make a better legacy and help people even when they know it will never make up for the past. Jack and Niki going after Tommy, discovering who they are and what they want their legacy to be. Now Dream escaping, will his legacy of power and pain remain.

2. A big part of this season finale that took a back seat but also was a huge part, was Ranboo’s death. No one saw it coming, and it sounds like it was a last minutes change. Eret rescued Micheal (Ranboo and Tubbo’s son) a few weeks ago from George, and hid him somewhere. We don’t know why Ranboo was put in prison (and on his birthday), but Sam said “he needs to be in there”. So maybe Sam found out Ranboo set off the tnt or something when the prison had to go on lock down and Dream killed Tommy. If that is the case then I could understand him acting so heartless towards Ranboo. If he suspects Ranboo did it then he can blame Ranboo for Tommy’s death, and feel fine doing these things to him. Sam then tried to use Ranboo as a hostage, telling Ranboo to comply or he’d hurt Micheal. Does Sam actually have Michael is the question? how did he get him from Eret, or was it bluff? So Sam tries to use Ranboo as hostage to get Dream in prison, but as Techno says “Dream doesn’t care, you have the wrong hostage, I care!”.  

So then Ranboo came back, but he is a ghost now. We don’t know what happened, do mobs only have 1 heart? is he like Phil and came there with 1 heart? or did he loose his lives and he can’t remember. 

It is also important to remember that this is Ghost Ranboo, Ghostboo. Now we really don’t know how ghosts work. We have Ghostbur and Wilbur who are different, but Glatt and Mexican Dream don’t work the same as ghosts. So Ghostboo could be like them, but based on his behavior I want to say he is a Ghostbur situation. Which means the Real Ranboo is in that horrible limbo Ranboo was teasing us with.

3. They always have to take away the characters with hearts of gold. Ghostbur, Charlie, and now Ranboo. They were all so kind, and wanted to help, but they all always die.

4. Now that Dream is out, there is war to come. Tommy is assembling his team, and trying to put up his walls. Tommy has been trying to improve himself, and his fear of Dream might take him a few steps back, but he is going to put up a fight. It was great to see Tommy and Phil make a resolve, Niki and Jack making a resolve, Techno and Tubbo putting their issues to the side. All the character’s inner conflicts of what they should do or should feel, and what's next for them.

All the new characters trying to figure things out, their stance, people trying to inform them. This definitely had great protentional.

Dream and Punz have been doing a plan this whole time and I’m so excited. All the cc’s say that this lore has been planned for a while, but I’m happy it took time, it made it feel more real and drastic. 

Dream’s behavior is so intriguing. it is like he wears a different mask with everyone, and I can’t tell who he is genuine with. When he first saw techno he was so excited and didn’t seem to think Techno would come for him. He was harsh wanting to leave Ranboo, denting his relationship with Techno. Then once they got to Techno’s house, techno sent him on his way, to go collect items, he didn’t have a plan for after the prison, Dream owes him, but Dream does seem a bit annoyed with him, yet still seeming friendly.  Then When he is with Sapnap he is so cheery, and trying to talk to Sapnap and act like their friends, nothing happened, they can be friends again. With Punz he puts on his serious persona again, like it’s all under control. And with Tommy and has his mask back on, acting ruthless, confident, and like he has all the power and control. 

We don’t know what Dream’s plans are, and how much of what has happened these last months has been part of that plan.

5. The great thing about having so many perspectives, is that there is no main character. It is hard for everyone to see all the streams, and maybe you can’t. But when you do and see all the different perspectives and stories, and how different they each are. How if you miss one perspective you could be missing important plot. 

6. Something I don’t think many people saw, was that during the prison break, Foolish, fundy, and Quackity were all wearing black hooded robes, and could be seen up on a hill watching down. And the achievements say that Fundy and Foolish set off withers, but that was just because they were close by. None of them were streaming and so we got no answers to what they were doing or why. It is fascinating to realize that with the outfits they are wearing, they look just like the hooded figures from the first Quackity lore movie, who were riding skeleton horses while alarms were going off. We didn’t know what that cut scene was back then, thought it could have to do with Fundy’s dream due to the hooded figure that shows up there. The Dreams Fundy was having he kept seeing the Quackity figure in a hood, and the Dreams were telling him not to go with him, warning him to not join Las Nevadas. So maybe that lore scene  was a teaser for what happened yesterday, and for whatever the Las Nevadas people are going to do next. Quackity seemed to have taken Charlie’s advice about protecting yourself, not seeking revenge, so I hope Las Nevadas isn’t up to no good.

So this new season will be about the hunt for Dream, and everyone protecting themselves and friends, and building their forces and defense. Continuing the theme of legacy, and finding yourself, and hopefully continuing to mend relationships. 

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Extra note: Connor was hilarious XD

[redorich]

No thoughts just the need for Phil to get some of that sweet hermit therapy please I'm begging you my man needs it

“Hm...” Tommy says for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. He keeps stroking his face like he’s pretending there’s a beard there, but it looks more like the weird fuckboy gesture Sapnap does sometimes.

Tubbo finally deigns to look up from the grindstone he’s been sharpening his axe on. “Yes, Tommy?”

Tommy hmms once more, then falls into a contemplative silence for just long enough that Tubbo is unsure whether or not Tommy’s actually going to answer. He doesn’t know if he should say anything, so he just awkwardly looks around the room instead.

They’re in one of Tommy’s cabins-- the main one, the first one which he’s built and torn down several times. High up near the ceiling, rather than keeping anything particularly useful, Tommy’s placed trapdoors which act as shelves, on which he’s placed jack-o-lanterns, leaf blocks, barrels, and a potted flower. It’s very pretty, and he hasn’t seen anything like it so far on the Hermitcraft server, which lends itself to the idea that this particular design is something Tommy came up with himself.

The floor of the main room is mostly cobblestone covered with scattered red carpet. When Tubbo crosses the threshold into the kitchen, it swaps to a checkered black-and-white tile pattern. Tubbo admires the placement of the smokers and furnaces as he rummages through the cabinets for food to steal. He finds what he wants (an apple and also a pufferfish for later) and crunches into said apple as he strolls back into the main room, where Tommy is still brooding introspectively.

“Tubbo,” he finally says.

“Yeah?” Tubbo says around a mouthful of apple.

Tommy laces his fingers together and rests his chin on them. “How do I tell my dad that he’s a sad son of a bitch and needs therapy?”

Tubbo shrugs. “I ‘unno, birthday card?”

“...Tubbo, you’re a genius.”

“I know,” Tubbo smiles.

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Wilbur howls with laughter as Philza scowls at him.

“It’s not that funny,” Philza insists.

“It absolutely is!” Wilbur exclaims, wiping a tear from his eye. He snatches the birthday card from Philza’s hand to examine it. It’s a cardboard monstrosity straight from a Hallmark store; the front of the card is covered in little pictures of trains and reads, “All aboard the birthday express!”

Flipping open the card, WIlbur gasps in delight, much to Philza’s dismay. “Happy fourth birthday” has been crossed out, and Tommy’s scrawly handwriting replaces it off to the side.

“Dear Dad,” Wilbur reads with obvious relish, “You are fucked up. Please get help. Love, Tommy and also Tubbo.”

Philza buries his red face in his hands. “I regret having children,” he says.

Wilbur smiles disarmingly, tugs on his beanie, and removes his circular glasses to give Philza the biggest puppy eyes he can. It should not work, coming from a twenty-four year old man who is also an ex-terrorist. It shouldn’t.

“Put those away!” Philza complains, shielding his eyes. No matter how many times Wilbur used that look as a kid to get away with tying Tommy’s shoelaces together, or convincing Techno to lick a frozen metal pole in the middle of winter, Philza still conveniently forgets every single wrong thing Wilbur’s ever done when Wilbur makes that face. At this point, it’s a genuine tossup as to whether it’s magic or not.

“Hello, Xisuma? Yes, it’s me, Wilbur,” Philza hears his son say.

He yanks his hand out from in front of his eyes. Damn it, Wilbur did that on purpose! He knew that Philza wouldn’t have let him make a no-doubt embarrassing and/or incriminating phone call if he could see it happening. What the hell is Wilbur doing, though?

“I’m signing Philza up for a Hermit Therapy Vacation,” Wilbur continues. “Oh yes, as soon as possible. I’ll pack his things for him.”

Philza lunges at his son, grappling for the phone. “Wilbur, don’t you dare--”

“He’ll be there soon gottagobye!!!” Wilbur hangs up the call just before Philza can steal the phone, then immediately bolts out the front door.

“Get back here, you little shit!” Philza yells, chasing him.

It’s too late. Philza is getting a recovery arc, even if his loved ones have to drag him into it kicking and screaming.

[lilacandladybugs]

Winnie the Pooh Rendition: In Which The Syndicate Throws Technoblade a Birthday Party

It was a bright and snowy as ever June day, one of those days where nearly everyone is still sleeping, and the summer air is a bit thicker than normal, and the snowflakes still bustle through the air. One of those June days where the polar bears lay around lazily and the song of birds from nearby treetops feels even more gentle than normal. It was one of those types of snowy Junes, the most Junest that anyone had seen, when Philza Minecraft realized it was Technoblade’s birthday.

“Oh dear,” Phil said, standing up from where he had been writing Wilbur a letter, “Today is Technoblade’s birthday, and I haven’t got anything planned.” This simply wouldn’t do. Technoblade would need to have a large birthday to commemorate how Clever and Loyal and Generous he was, as everyone in the Syndicate agreed.

“I must go tell Ranboo right away, and we can make some plans together.” And so Philza gathered up his armor and went out into the snowy June morning to Ranboo’s house, which was just across the lawn.

“Ranboo,” Phil began, “I had nearly forgotten that it is Technoblade’s birthday today, and we must throw him a party as soon as possible.”

“His birthday?” Ranboo said, blinking his large enderman eyes, “a birthday.”

“Yes,” said Phil, “and we need to throw him a party.”

“Well birthday parties are things that shouldn’t be forgotten,” said Ranboo, who had forgotten what a Birth Day was, “and we should make sure everything is just right.”

“Yes,” said Phil, “we should.”

Ranboo considered for a moment what a Birth Day might be, and what type of party someone would have for it. Perhaps Birth Days were days where you had something good happen, and you needed congratulating. In that case they might want to write him a book. Or maybe Birth Days where when something solemn happened, and you needed consoling. 

“It seems,” Ranboo guessed, “That we should have a celebration.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Ah yes,” Ranboo nodded seriously, “of course, Birth Days are always for celebrating and being happy.”

“Well, yes, obviously. But what should we do to celebrate it?”

Ranboo remembered that Technoblade seemed to enjoy fireworks, and he remembered that sometimes people set off fireworks when they were celebrating an occasion. “What if we set off fireworks?”

“Oh,” said Phil, “yes Technoblade does like fireworks.”

Ranboo felt pleased with himself for guessing something correctly, “Yes he does.”

“But fireworks are not very customary on such occasions,” Phil continued.

“True,” said Ranboo, “not very custardly at all.” 

Phil sat down next to Ranboo so that he would be in a better position for planning occasions, and thought about the firework idea, which still remained their only idea. “Well, I suppose we could have fireworks anyway,” he resolved, “given they are Technoblade’s favorite.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Ranboo said.

“I’ll go tell Nikki, nobody would want to miss a birthday party.” Phil stood up with new resolve to make Technoblade a lot of fancy fireworks for his birthday, “Thank you for helping me come up with ideas. Come around our house at three o’clock, and I will have woken Technoblade up for his birthday.”

“Goodbye,” said Ranboo, feeling as if the exchange had gone exceptionally well for not knowing what a Birth Day was, and feeling very excited to finally find out.

“Goodbye,” said Phil, glad he wasn’t the only one who had nearly forgotten. Nikki was in her bakery, where it was much warmer than outside in the snow, and the smell of something sweet, but not too sweet, hung gently in the air. Phil stepped in and instantly felt much better about everything. 

“Hullo Nikki!”

“Hullo Phil,” Nikki said, pulling a cake her out of her oven, “It is Technoblade’s birthday today, and so I thought it would be a good idea to make him a cake.”

“Ah yes,” Phil said. He hadn’t even thought of making Technoblade a cake, even though such things were indeed customary at birthday parties. “Cakes are great for birthday parties. I would have made him one myself, of course, but I am not much of a cake maker, and more of a fireworks maker.”

“Cakes are good for birthday parties,” Nikki agreed. “and I am sure you are great at firework making.” 

Phil also realized that Nikki had remembered Technoblade’s birthday before he had remembered it. Nikki didn’t need to know that, she was on a need-to-know basis, if you will. “I, too, have remembered Technoblade’s birthday, as all good and proper friends should, and I have decided that we should wake him up for his birthday at three o’ clock this afternoon.” He smelled the cake and looked very closely, but not too closely, at the purple icing that Nikki had just pulled out of her pantry. “Would you like to come to the party?”

“Of course,” said Nikki, “Have you already told Ranboo? I’m sure he would be devastated to miss out on it.”

“Yes, I did,” said Phil, “And I think we all would be.” 

They stood there for a moment, thinking about how much everyone in the Syndicate cared about Technoblade, and how they had all grown incredibly fond of him, and how they would be devastated to miss out on such an Occasion as his birthday.

After they had given it a moment of consideration, Phil helped Nikki finish baking her cakes. Then he helped her carry them up to the cottage, and Nikki helped Phil set up a table outside with chairs, including one for Steve, and generally prepared for the birthday party. Ranboo, having never attended a party before, was practically buzzing with excitement, and talking to each of them very loudly about what he thought it might be like, and how much fun they were going to have.

At last, the party was all set up, and they went to poke Technoblade to get him to wake up from hibernation.

“Surprise!” They all said together when he opened his eyes, “Happy birthday!”

“Oh!” said Technoblade, struggling to stay awake, “Is it my birthday today?”

“Yes,” said Nikki, “You told me that June 1st is your birthday.” 

“So it is,” confessed Technoblade.

“How old are you turning?” Nikki asked innocently.

Technoblade paused for a moment trying to remember. 

“Ninety-seven,” he responded finally. This was not how old he was.

Fortunately, nobody asked him anymore questions about it and they all went outside to have cake and look at fireworks. 

Nikki presented her cake with purple icing and cut everyone a slice.

“This is the best cake I’ve ever had,” Technoblade said, “Where did you get it?”

“I baked them myself,” Nikki said, glowing with happiness, “at my bakery. I’ve been baking again recently.”

“Cake is always better than pie,” Technoblade remarked, and everyone agreed, even Steve. “Except pumpkin pie is alright.” 

“I don’t like pumpkin pie,” said Phil, “But I’ve only had it once, so maybe it isn’t that bad.” 

“I could make some for you sometime.” Nikki offered, and they all agreed that if Nikki made it then it would probably be the best, and being the best, would be enjoyable even for someone like Phil.

When they had all eaten enough, Philza Minecraft stood up, and everybody stopped talking and were very silent, except Ranboo who had eaten a bite that was a little too large and was having a fit of hiccups. 

“This party,” said Philza, “is a party because of our appreciation for someone who we all appreciate very much, and we are celebrating him turning…” Phil couldn’t remember how old Technoblade was either, “one year older.” He felt around underneath the table for his fireworks, “And I have got a present for him.”

Technoblade was very happy and smiling but he tried his best not to look too eager. When he saw what it was though he could not stop himself from smiling so much he was practically glowing.

Phil held up the present, seeing that Techno was happy and knowing that Ranboo’s advice had been very good advice, “They’re fireworks! I have spent all morning working on them, and I think they will be perfect.”

“I bet they will be,” Techno said, and he meant it, knowing that Philza Minecraft’s crafting knowledge far exceeded his own.

Now all of them were very happy, because Technoblade was happy, and Phil loaded some brightly packaged fireworks, lit them, and set them off in a vibrant display of colors against the white snowy backdrop. They made various shapes in the sky and came in different layers, some of them changed from one color to another.

Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed.

But Technoblade was confused. The fireworks did Not look special to him, they looked Dull and Patternless. This was very confusing and surprising as they were made by Phil Himself. But everyone else was ooh-ing and ahh-ing, and it seemed like the right thing to do, so he did it politely along with them.

After Phil had already set off three of his special fireworks, Nikki noticed that Techno looked confused and said, “Technoblade, can you see the fireworks?”

“Well, I can see the colors a little,” he admitted sheepishly, not wanting to upset Phil, who he was sure had worked very hard on them.

“That doesn’t sound right,” said Phil, “you should be seeing the colors a lot not just a little.”

“You’ve forgotten your glasses,” Nikki pointed out.

“Oh,” said Techno, now feeling very silly.

Ranboo saw an opportunity to be helpful even without knowing what a Birth Day party was. “I’ll go get them for you.” He ran into the house and back very quickly and handed Technoblade his glasses.

“Thank you Ranboo,” Technoblade said. Everything looked sharper now, he could see the snowflakes and Ranboo’s large enderman eyes much more clearly.

“Let’s try again,” Phil said, and he set off a few more of his fireworks and they all ooh-ed and ahhh-ed, and Technoblade did not have to fake it as he could actually see them this time, and they were beautiful, and everything that one would expect from Philza himself.

Since this was everything they had planned to do, everyone talked for a little while longer, just enjoying each other’s company and laughing. Then they drifted off, after saying their goodbyes, and congratulated Technoblade on his new age, whatever that might be. 

But Phil and Techno stayed outside in the snow together for a long time and silently watched the sun set in the distance.

“When you finally wake up after hibernating, Techno,” Phil said at last, “what is the first thing you like to do?”

“I like find out how Steve and you and Ranboo are doing,” Technoblade said. “What do you do, Phil?”

“When I first wake up, I always wonder to myself what exciting thing will happen today.” 

Technoblade nodded thoughtfully.

“Yes,” he said, “It’s the same thing.”

[worminstuff]

tbott headcanons by me

the author

no one in particular asked for this, but

headcanons for tbott sleepy bois

tbott techno

4 words

Nerd with pink hair.

Techno is quite the bookworm, thanks to y/n constantly buying/finding him new books and feeding his minor addiction over the years. He was a  fiend for knowledge.

And he so happens to have pink hair.

Techno is about 6’2 ish maybe a bit less, which is tall for his age. He’s about 16 ish.

Something that hasn’t been vital but I think about a lot while writing, he has a nose ring. A septum to be precise, a little gold ring. He got it for his 14th birthday, and y/n even went with him for it. He often fiddles with it when he’s nervous.

He often wears jeans and t shirts, if it’s colder he’ll grab a hoodie. He likes button ups, and he really likes cardigans and so does Wilbur! His glasses are simple black rectangle fames, and they’re only for reading because he normally wears contacts. Even tho he hates them.

Techno would never admit it vocally, but he’s a huge cuddle bug. Especially when he hasn’t seen y/n for a while, or he happens to catch her in a low time. Middle of the night, a sleep over in the tree house, he would 100% “unintentionally” try to pull y/n close.

He also tries to catch tommy at a time when he’s sleepy, so he can try to hug his little brother. He often finds tommy incredibly annoying, since he’s a tad to chaotic for techno, but when tommys cuddly techno is all for it.

Techno does this sorta stalker ish thing when y/n or mentions something they really like, he researches them. He gets as knowledgeable on those topics as he can. He wants to always be able to have a conversation with y/n about something she likes, it makes pulling smiles out of her even easier.

tbott wilbur

He may seem like a sad boy a whole lot rn, (I’m so sorry) but he’s a happy boy usually! He’s a constant smile that roams the house.

Wilbur is about 6’4 ish, and he’s 18. He owns about 10 pairs of black skinny jeans and he owns copious amounts of sweaters. He’s very style oriented most of the time, but it’s not out of ordinary to catch him in some basketball shorts or pj pants and a t shirt.

Wilbur was a protective brother, growing up he payed close attention to how people treated techno, since he was a bit..antisocial. But wilbur was sure he wouldn’t have that problem with Tommy. For obvious reasons.

Wilbur and tommys relationship (is my favorite asdfghj) is pretty awesome. Tommy in his most chaotic forms, matches the levels of wilburs energy. Mans likes his coffee. They’re a scary duo. But an entertaining one.

Wilburs love language is very vocal, tho he’ll always go for a hug, he very much thinks words mean more than actions themselves. Hence putting his feelings into lyrics often.

He’s written many songs about y/n. She’s never heard any of them. Wilbur used to walk with techno and y/n each morning, and he loved to hear her babble on and on about whatever thing she found exciting thay particular day.

Wilbur had a bad habit of convincing himself out of talking to her, which was why they never had much of a friendship growing up. He was really glad when they started to talk though, he looked forward to it often. He always had a soft spot for the way she always listens so intently, making sure she won’t forget anything he tells her. Especially if they’re talking interests.

Tbott tommy

I’m gonna paint you a picture for this one, a small picture.

It was a hot day in august and the crew had just gotten back from a beach day, and tommy was irritated. They had learned, very fast, tommy did not like the beach.

As soon as they were in through the door, and Phil let Tommy on his own feet. Tommy was reaching for his bag that Phil was holding. Confused, Phil handed him the bag. Immediately, tommy unzipped the bag and grabbed the bottom of it flipping it upside down.

A wave of sand hit the wood floors.

Phil, techno, and Wilbur stood dumbstruck.

When had he managed to get his bag full of sand? Why had he put sand in his bag? Where were the things that were supposed to be in his bag?

The answers to these questions, as tommy said,: when he did. Cause he wanted to. Sand.

“D-do ya not like the sand tommy?” Techno asked. Still throughly confused. Tommy looked up at his older brother and pointed to the car.

Phil’s eyes widened. Wilbur was the first out to the car, opening the door to the back seat tommys car seat was placed, and low and behold, there was a crab sitting on his car seat.

He got the sand, for his crab.

Tommy also only listens to y/n while mid temper tantrum’s, which was something Phil wished they hadn’t learned only months prior.

Tbott Phil

He’s a soft dad, he’s very caring and not harsh.

He cares less about discipline and more about the lessons he wants to teach his kids that they can learn from, rather than punishing.

The only kid he’s grounded was wilbur, which seems like it would be obvious because Tommy is like 4 and techno is..techno.

Phil learned early on that y/ns parents were rather unpresent. He started keeping extra things around the house like a toothbrush, a hair brush, girl shampoo. Because he wanted her to have everything she needed when she needed to be there, or chose to be.

He even tried to buy her clothes for the house, they didn’t fit but she appreciated it so much.

Phil enjoys days where the boys go off to school and it’s just him and tommy. Though he loves his older boys, watching tommy grow up is incredibly entertaining. His mind works so strangely and Phil finds it so amazing.

Phil was one of y/ns emergency contacts per her parents request. So when y/n got in trouble, he was often the one to find out first. Or when she got hurt or sick. She was like a daughter to him. He even often joked she was his favorite child.

Tommy didn’t like this joke.

When Phil first became a dad, he wasn’t a good cook. But over the years he’s mastered his craft and was quite the chef.

I hope this is something you guys enjoy! It’s just a little more insight to how I see the sleepy bois in this au in particular! And hopefully this may help with blurb requests!

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I'm curious about the timeline Luke

OH CUM SURVIVAL MULTIPLAYER I THOUGHT YOUD NEVER ASK!

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for the sake of making things make sense, for mee the canon timeline is almost nonexistent ^_^ cause the lm,anburg war lasting for like a month or less obviously dont make sense irl if we're gonna shoehorn real life physics n shit into this right?

SOOO!! In my brain the DSMP, using say wilburs niki apology stream for reference, was created about 3 1/2 or a bit more years before that stream in a realistic (Well as realistic as this can get !) timeline ->

c!tommy joins the server at 14, wherein previously he was basically raised on hypixel and all that (+wilbur before then and before That it was the LAb but we're not here for this right now) and then You know the regular stuff happens! Build house. ttubbo arrival. the disc war happens early game probably a few weeks/a month into tommy's stay and then everything has gone 2 shit ! ->

c!wilbur joins about two months into the servers creation. hes like,, 26 or something, and lmanburg is still formed on that same day, but the independence war doesnt last for like. a week. and instead goes on over the course of 8 months or so ! so not that long but still kinda long. the election takes place in the last 2 months, tommy and tubbo turn 15 like before the election, probably pre-final control room, and then->

pogtopia joins the ranks lasting another 8 months or so! so in total, since the start of the server it has already been 18 months, or a year and a half, of the server ! everything is a lot more spread out in terms of like. filler between events. so obviously like taking into account real world shit like stuff wouldnt get built/done in like An Hour of stream but instead over the course of weeks and such you know? so like how IRL everything happens one after the other, in real terms there would be shit sponged in between that is all trapped in my head but only contains filler ! so like during the lmanwar when theres a gap in streams/events real time, in the servers canon timeline they r doing Actual war prepping shit you know ! ->

Lo and behold cwilbur kicks the bucket, ctubbo comes into presidency and that time preceding tommys exile lasts as long as it does in real life which was like two weeks or something. then p[bbt, exile, and that lasts for nine months ^_^ (this is including his time with techno!) tommy spends 6 months in logsted, with the beach party noting as his 16th birthday about 2/3s into tommys exile , and then 3 months with techno since Obviously like the 2 weeks tommy was in logsted and the other week he was with techno Wouldnt Make Sense in a real world sense. doomsday goes on over the course of about a day and a half as the dispensers continue going off and emptying out the last of the tnt in their systems. by now it has been 28 months into the servers creation, or 2 and a half years, and tommy is like 16 and some months if my math is wrong dont yell at me. disc finale happens a month after doomsday its a very Sad month ->

and then Well voila the hotel arc! Which goes on for another 6 months. swag. tommy stays in the prison for a month like was in stream time but he did stay dead pour tree days! and 3 month in limbo . he is jesus. wilbur is revived 2 months after tommys revival, tomy turns 17 during this time.i hatemath .wilbur hes still been in limbo for the 13 1/2 years i dont feel like doing limbo time conversion and that bitch has been in there long enough so everyone just shaddup. it has been 10 month since disc finale. 38 month since server creation (3 year s.) Well now all of the other stuff like The henry dies the prison break the apologies n whatnot that happens in 6 months die. dream still spends a year in prison . ithink. doint ask me about things. in my perfect world cranboo is still alive he was never killed during tha prison break but he was killed during the van shit n all that . ehs got like 1 life left. everyone is happy.