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[epicaxolotls]

Philza Craft is in space.

But Phil was no astronaut.

He wasn't sailing the stars, journeying to find a new land. He wasn't going to the moon, or Mars, or out past their solar system. No, they had left those behind about fifteen minutes ago.

Phil was here to talk. To represent humans in these new political climates that the universe has been building for centuries, without them. He was here representing the newest discovered sentient species recognized by the Galactic Council.

He was representing humans.

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Wilbur wasn't the captain of the ship, but he owned it. And, at the end of the day, he decided what happened with it.

He hadn’t thought much about signing up his ship in a transportation-for-hire program. It was just another way to keep fuel in their thrusters.

Maybe he should’ve considered other options, he amended, as he read the assignment that was pinged to his screen. Because traveling a new species from the Milky Way Galaxy all the way to the Universal Concession was not how he wanted to spend the next thirty cycles.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62730034/chapters/160592329

hey tumblr. pspsps ive escaped the writing hole. i dont know how long i have. go read my fic before its too- wait no. no. dont take me back there. no- NOOOOOOO

[junglemax]

Jack looks back at himself and he sees a small boy, wide eyed and ready for the new world. A person that hasn't been tainted by the sins of civilization.

And he feels utter disgust.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

"Hmm?" Jack looks up from the couch and sees Matt staring at him with a concerned look. "Nothing. Why you ask?"

"You were making a face. Did you see something on your phone?"

Ah, so his hatred towards what he's become is visible. He glances at his phone and swipes to a video. Any video he doesn't care, and shows it to Matt. "What do you think of this?"

Matt is silent as he watches the video, then raises an eyebrow, "I think you'd put this on for our future child. Not for me."

Jack quickly looks at his phone and sees dancing fruit bouncing around his screen.

Now he feels utter embarrassment.

AWWWW SKDHDJD JACK EMBRACE UR JUNGLE BOY. MATT WILL NOT JUDGE U, I PROMISE

[ace-malarky]

Breathe

In which Olizaar has a perfectly understandable reaction to his future being yanked violently out of the direction he thought it was going

(pertaining to things I Have Not Yet Written in the main story of this because it's really hard to have focus when your co-writer thinks the thing is dead lmao)

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 Olizaar sits in the corner of the closet and has to remind himself to breathe. Maybe he’d breathe anyway, but it gives him something to focus on.

 Anything other than the fuss happening above his head.

 Distantly, he hears a dragon roar. Promithio, probably. He’d always been more vocal about – everything.

 Olizaar had thought he’d resigned himself to this reality, if not accepted it.

 The door of the closet creaks open. Olizaar tenses but it’s only Kiri poking his head in.

 The kid spots Olizaar – he hasn’t made much of an attempt to hide himself – and slips in, closing the door behind him. Mihin isn’t with him, and Olizaar is grateful for the drake’s absence. He doesn’t think he could take looking at a dragon right now.

 Kiri clears himself a space to sit at an angle to Olizaar, feet close to touching.

 Olizaar watches him, flinches at another roar, waits. Focuses on his breathing. Feels like he should be moving. He’s always moving. Olizaar never stops, normally. But here he is.

 “He wasn’t pleased when they found me, either.” Kiri offers him a lip bitten smile. “I think I made the concept too real.

 Olizaar frowns. “I didn’t intentionally do this. It was Nyssa’s cliff raptor that brought the egg out of its – whatever that was.”

 Kiri shrugs. “And I didn’t intentionally bond with Mihin, but there you go.”

 Olizaar shoots him a narrow look. “You’re different on your own.”

 Kiri hesitates, then smiles. “Fewer people make it easier.”

 “I meant without Mihin.”

 “Ah.” Kiri looks down. “Well, that…”

 “I don’t think Ishal – well, I can’t imagine her any different. I’ve only known her after she had Mals.”

 “And now–”

 “Don’t say it.” Olizaar cuts him off, holding up a hand. “Please.” His breath catches in his throat and Olizaar coughs like that would clear it.

 “Sorry.” Kiri draws his knees up to his chest. “Maybe I’m not… I just thought…”

 Olizaar flicks a glance at him and suppresses the flicker of irritation. He’s tired of – it isn’t fair.

 Kiri shakes his head before Olizaar can say anything else, which is perhaps just as well.

 One of the dragons roars. Not Promithio, Olizaar thinks. One of the others. They don’t roar nearly as often so it’s hard to say who it is.

 “It doesn’t have to change you,” Kiri says. “But I think we change anyway. Having a dragon doesn’t make it out of nowhere, not… not really.”

 “They just make it a different sort of change, right?” Olizaar laughs, the sound bitter. “And you can’t say no.”

 “Maybe you could.”

 “That would please Promithio.”

 Kiri snorts. “He’d be affronted you didn’t want it.”

 Olizaar tilts his head back against the wall. “Contrary son of a fuck,” he says, almost fond.

 Kiri laughs.

 Olizaar smiles in his direction. “Thanks.”

 Kiri shrugs. “Anyone would’ve.”

 Olizaar snorts. “You think the best of people too easily.”

 “Isn’t it better too?”

 “Don’t you get… disillusioned by people proving you wrong?”

 Kiri tilts his head as he thinks. “People haven’t, on the whole.”

 “Maybe you’re just a good judge of character then. You can tell who’s good for you.”

 Kiri laughs. “Maybe.” He reaches out a foot to tap Olizaar’s. “That includes you, you know.”

 Olizaar wrinkles his nose. “Sure.”

 “No, listen, you can’t say my judgement is good in one breath and then doubt it in the next.”

 “I said good, not infallible.” But Olizaar is laughing, and it finally feels as though the tension releases itself.

 It’s at that moment, of course, that Ishal pokes her head around the door.

 “There you are. Kiri was supposed to bring you back.”

 “You didn’t specify after how long,” Kiri replies.

 Ishal scoffs, clearly amused. “You two have spent too much time around each other.”

 Olizaar forces a grin. “Bad influence, right?”

 “No,” Ishal says. “It’s a good thing, Oli. You always will be.”

 Olizaar avoids looking at anyone by using the moment to get to his feet.

 Kiri scrambles to his feet. “Have they…?”

 “Reached a decision?” Ishal asks. “Not exactly.”

 “What does that mean?” Olizaar asks.

 “That when the egg hatches, it will be the hatchling’s choice to be wild or bonded.”

 “That’s… insane. So I just have to not be there when it hatches.”

 “Have your eyes on a penta like mine?” Ishal reaches out as if to ruffle his hair, but Olizaar is just out of range.

 Olizaar laughs at her. “Every boy’s dream, right?”

 Kiri taps at Olizaar’s elbow. “And – listen, Promithio is – well, he’s not all bluster, but – I can stand with you, if you want.”

 Olizaar does ruffle his hair, and Kiri submits to it with a sigh and a grin. “You really are the best of us.”

 “Well–”

 “No, he’s right,” Ishal says. “Now come on. They’re waiting.”

 Olizaar steps close enough and grabs Ishal into a hug before she can instigate it. “Thanks,” he says, face pressed into her shoulder. He has to bend slightly, but it’s worth it.

 “It’s Kiri did everything,” Ishal says into his arm. “Hey, Kiri, c’mere.”

 He stutters out some kind of half-hearted excuse that doesn’t stop him stumbling in easily when Olizaar tugs him.

 “Thanks,” Olizaar says into his hair.

 “I didn’t do much,” Kiri mumbles.

 Olizaar snorts and claps him on the back as they disengage. “Sometime you’re going to have to accept a compliment, you know?”

 Ishal laughs and steps back out of the closet. “Come on.”

 “Yeah,” Olizaar says. “Yeah, we can do this.”

 Kiri bumps shoulders with him and smiles. “Just remember to breathe, right?”

 Olizaar nods, squares his shoulders. “Right.” He leads the way back up the tunnels to where the dragons wait.

[woliamakesamess]

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[tadpolesonalgae]

Your writing is becoming dangerous for me 😭 its inspiring me to write the MOST devious, toe curling, and angsty thing my lil heart can generate.

that dark rhysand sent me over the edge, so when it happens, pls know youre to blame.

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‘its inspiring me to write the MOST devious, toe curling,’

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‘and angsty thing my lil heart can generate. ‘

Angst! The big sad????😨🫣🫣🫣

‘so when it happens, pls know youre to blame. ‘

When it does happen, please tell me, I’d love to read it!!!! I really hope you enjoy the process of writing because honestly it’s so fun!! I’m so happy you’ve decided to give it a go🧡💛 🫂

[thatonecrowguy]

sometimes I'm like "damn why is dog days so slow on my phone" babe it's an 85k word google document and you're on low power mode. take a guess <3

[violsva]

...I wrote over 2000 words in 24 hours this weekend.

Have a Sunday Six.

They have all their meals with Amangeaux and her son. He has grown less shy over time, and tonight he almost chatters, images of tunnels and hidden gardens of mushrooms appearing in Colin's mind. "He almost escaped me today," Amangeaux says. "You need to stay where I can see you, Pezizo." Pezizo ignores her, as children will. Amangeaux sighs, and reaches out a lightly brown-spotted hand to catch his cup before it falls from the table.

[epicaxolotls]

you know how getting stabbed hurts? (2427 words) by EpicAxolotls

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Ranboo & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), tubbos in there for a second

Additional Tags: Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Protective Phil Watson | Philza, Protective TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Summary:

Technoblade and Philza weren't bounty hunters, per se. Defenders of their town, that was probably a better way to put it. It still makes them end up in quite a few fights.

This one, specifically, didn't turn out all that well.

(or: techno's gotten stabbed and is now forcefully on paid leave)

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My gift to @annaraebananawriter for the @technoblade-gift-exchange! Hope you like it!

[faaun]

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

[junglemax]

Hi I hope you don't mind this but I wrote a fic based on your undead junglecorpse.

Darby is startled awake, and his eyes dart around him. He didn't think his heart could feel like it was pounding out of his chest, yet here he was. Maybe his heart was mimicking what it used to do. Whatever it was he knew it was doing it for a reason. When he finally found himself calmly breathing he felt why.

Jungle Boy was curled up asleep next to him, a hand clutching Darby's shirt.

Darby sighed. He didn't know how he got past the hotel lock or the locked window but here was his nuisance of a (were they friends? Were they something more?) person in his bed despite the warnings from Luchasauraus. Darby watched him, taking note of just how innocent the other looked. If Darby didn't know how mischievous he was he would have dubbed Jungle Boy an angel, but Darby knew better. He sat up, and with the movement, Jungle Boy stirred, scooting closer to Darby with his hand clinching the piece of fabric tighter.

Darby may be undead, but his emotions were not as he chuckled at this. It was amusing to see somebody so persistent in being close to him even in their sleep. He wondered just how often he was on Jungle Boy's mind. If anybody asked Darby he'd tell them that he rarely thought of him. That they were complete opposites in that regard. Where Jungle Boy was obsessed with him Darby saw him as a gnat that he took notice of whenever the other made his presence known.

So why did Darby find himself reaching out to pet Jungle Boy's thick, curly hair? He dared to run his fingers through Jungle Boy's hair, amazed that it had no knots (Luchasauraus must take great care of this mop of hair for it to not be tangled). His hand paused when he heard a sigh escape Jungle Boy's lips.

His mind thought of the fluttering feeling his chest would have done were he alive.

"Shit," Darby muttered to himself.

Darby laid back down with his hand resting on top of Jungle Boy's head. Luchasauraus was going to kill them when he found them in the morning but for now, Darby drank in the feeling of having somebody to look forward to. Even if they were a pest.

WAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU <333

[gingermintpepper]

Aww, that's so sweet thank youuuu!!!

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[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[drumlincountry]

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.