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babysitting + dad boop

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Me listening to Dream's new song like

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piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack 

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises. 

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears. 

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones. 

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other 

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

 he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence. 

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him. 

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter. 

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned. 

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent

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from l lawliets commentary on monsters

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Hot take: Techno hasn't streamed lately cause he has spent the last week perfecting the Billiam skin.

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It just hurts. Like a scab ripped off, it still fucking hurts. And the fury is there, somehow even more than the first time where the pain was the dominant emotion. Now it’s just ... anger and frustration and hurt, that too.

Just go away and vanish and let all of us forget you ever fucking existed, you piece of garbage.

Time to throw myself into prompts I collected and didn’t have the mental or physical energy to do and just throw the fandom back to where I want it to be, WITHOUT HIM, even if it’s a one-woman effort. I won’t let him take this from me.

I’ve said this a million times, but I don’t want fucking apologists around. Unfollow me.

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The Hilda season 2 trailer finally dropped.

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Clue night on the Atlas

So I have this headcanon that Lance, Pidge, and Hunk used to play a ton of Clue on their nights off back at the Garrison but got super into character when they played. Since they left earth they haven’t been able to but they finally get to play again on the Atlas, and they make Shiro and Keith join too.

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Pidge: I accuse…Mrs. Peacock! In the Billiard room! With the gun!

Hunk: Say it isn’t so!

Lance: *overdramatically gasps* How DARE you say such an incredulous thing, Mr. Green!

Pidge: Professor Plum! If you would be so kind as to hand me the envelope, I shall solve this murder!

Shiro:… You guys really get into this game, huh?

Lance: Professor Plum, please simply hand the envelope over so we may clear these preposterous accusations from my name

Shiro: *sighs* Okay, here you go Pidge

Pidge: *takes envelope* Now we shall see the culprit! *rips it open and looks at the cards inside*

Keith: Well? What does it say?

Pidge: Tch, so close

Lance: Aha! I knew I was innocent!

Pidge: so close in fact that I was correct!

Hunk: Officer! Arrest this woman!

Lance: *pulls out bayard* You’ll never take me alive! *sprints out the door*

Pidge: After her! *runs out of the room with Hunk and Keith*

Shiro: …..

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I have a headcanon that Hermione insists her children attend some primary muggle schooling before Hogwarts, just as she had done. Now, imagine Arthur Weasley attending his grandchild’s science fair, being the ultra proud grandfather….and yet also completely geeking out over absolutely EVERYTHING.

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I had a friend named Ventusblade who I got into contact with cause I sent a pm telling him how much I loved his fanfiction! We were really good friends for about two years, but then I kinda dropped off on him and I've always felt awful for it. We wrote back and forth, collaboratively, and edited for each other! It's a great feeling when you suggest something and the other person goes "Yes! Definitely do that!"

one of the best things about making friends with people who read your fics isn’t just that they usually review, it’s the energy for your writing they have, the way they hang on even your maddest ideas and help you refine them or just help you stretch your mind a little with “what if” back-and-forths

y’all are great

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Red Ribbons

Summary: Marinette decides to wear Ladybug’s hairstyle for a day, Adrien can’t deal, and they both get too flustered to think properly.

AO3

There are few things more frustrating to a promising young designer than putting together the perfect outfit and then struggling to find a matching hairstyle. Unfortunately, this was exactly the predicament Marinette found herself in, all dolled up in a summery red dress, yet failing to come up with any deviation from her signature pigtails. Pacing across her room, the designer sighed in defeat.

It wasn’t her fault that pigtails were the superior hairstyle. After all, they were practical, cute, and fun to move around with. What else could a girl ask for?

Today, however, Marinette had wanted to do something special. Her class was visiting a festival in the park across from her school. There would be carnival games, food trucks, and a dance floor all set up for the public’s enjoyment.

All she wanted was to dress up nice and have a good time with her friends. It wasn’t as if she had spent over two months sewing up a new dress with this festival in mind. And it definitely wasn’t as if she had made that dress while thinking about a certain Adrien Agreste who would also be attending the festival.

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Art by Boris Groh

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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She waited and listened.

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Keep Me Warm - Plance

Random Plance very vaguely holiday-ish themed fluff with some minor whump involved, that I don’t have a better title for. I blame @hailqiqi . XD Happy Holidays!

Words: 1500

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“Be careful, it’s gonna—!”

Lance’s voice cuts into her concentration, and the unwieldly mattress flops away from her grasp and to the floor as Pidge jumps out of its’ way. Not that she knows why she jumped; it wouldn’t have hurt her.

“Lance, calm down! It’s not heavy, it’s just awkward. I’m short.”

Lance lets out a breath from his perch on the edge of one of the crates in Green’s cargo hold, and the rush of air ends in a pained squeak. He has an arm braced across his chest, but he still acts like he’s going to get up.

“Pidge, come on, let me—”

“No.” She takes the couple of quick steps to his side and rearranges the blanket over his shoulders, pulling it tighter around him. He’s shivering, and from the look on his face that can’t be helping whatever damage has been done to his ribs. “You’re hurt, and I’m fine. Just stay here; I’ll have this stuff moved in a few doboshes.”

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Now this might seem like a slightly unpopular opinion in the fandom right now, but I actually really appreciate Lance having the Altean markings now. To me it kinda makes Lance into something I feel like he would have been anyway, because he was absolutely going to be the family story teller once they got back from the final mission, he's too charismatic for kids NOT to love his stories, but when you add on the markings he moves away from just the family story teller and on to something that might be sage-like in his later years. Lance is going to be someone who teaches children to be kind, respectful, loyal, and honest. It's not about Allura marking him with her love I think, it's her tasking him with making New Altea into a morally right and courageous society.

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Clue night on the Atlas

So I have this headcanon that Lance, Pidge, and Hunk used to play a ton of Clue on their nights off back at the Garrison but got super into character when they played. Since they left earth they haven't been able to but they finally get to play again on the Atlas, and they make Shiro and Keith join too.

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Pidge: I accuse...Mrs. Peacock! In the Billiard room! With the gun!

Hunk: Say it isn't so!

Lance: *overdramatically gasps* How DARE you say such an incredulous thing, Mr. Green!

Pidge: Professor Plum! If you would be so kind as to hand me the envelope, I shall solve this murder!

Shiro:... You guys really get into this game, huh?

Lance: Professor Plum, please simply hand the envelope over so we may clear these preposterous accusations from my name

Shiro: *sighs* Okay, here you go Pidge

Pidge: *takes envelope* Now we shall see the culprit! *rips it open and looks at the cards inside*

Keith: Well? What does it say?

Pidge: Tch, so close

Lance: Aha! I knew I was innocent!

Pidge: so close in fact that I was correct!

Hunk: Officer! Arrest this woman!

Lance: *pulls out bayard* You'll never take me alive! *sprints out the door*

Pidge: After her! *runs out of the room with Hunk and Keith*

Shiro: .....

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~Bonus~

Pidge: *opens door to Lance's room* Looks like I found you, Mrs. Peacock,

Lance: *smirks* indeed you have Mr. Green

Pidge: *walks up so she's standing right in front of him, then grabs his collar and pulls his face close*

Pidge: It's time you pay for your crimes

Lance: If I must * lean in and kisses her*

*the door slides open again*

Hunk: Aha-aaaAaaAAaaaAAAAA! KEITH, SHIRO YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BELIEVE THIS!