#tell us more about what u like Phil to wear

[lesbianphan]

the dads were having a domestic about clothing so they decided to just ask the kids their opinion on the ones they couldn't agree on... just wow

#phan #dan and phil #dnp #that wasn't even fucking subtle #Dan has loads of opinions #okay queen #tell us more about what u like Phil to wear #also I found it so funny that every black shirt Dan was like YES ICONIC #he likes seeing Phil in black #unless it's black glittery jumpers askkdnas

[bubble-popping]

It needs editing but it's very cute and a fun idea that I wanna share so *throws random god au at u*

Another thud against the door. The wood splintered, hinges creaking. It wouldn't hold much longer.

"What do we do, Phil?! He won't respond to either of us!" Wilbur looked to his blond friend, frantic, leaning all his weight on the door just like his winged companion.

"We need to calm him down and fast! If he makes it to the Overworld, it'll be a disaster!" He cringed at the memories, at the thousands upon thousands of bodies, at the exhausted expression of his already overworked wife.

"But what could possibly-" The brunet interrupted himself, lighting up like he'd just had a brilliant idea. "I have a brilliant idea! Phil, can you stall while I'm gone?"

"Gone!? To do what??"

"He's our only chance! I'll be back soon!" With that, Wilbur took off, leaving Phil to desperately hold back the raging Blood God alone.

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Dream felt very, very tired. Truthfully, he always did, but right now he was completely justified. Surrounded by his dearest friends, belly full of the newest batch of delicious muffins Bad made, and wrapped in a blanket of warmth from the gradually dissipating heat of the ovens. His friends had already fallen into slumbers of wonderful dreams--he made sure of that. He yawned, eyelids growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. Just as unconsciousness began to tug at his mind, the door slammed open.

"Dream! Dream, are you in here?!" A familiar voice called from across the room.

Now very awake, Dream rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up from the couch cuddle pile, displacing the Blobs that had settled on him. "Wilbur? What's wrong?"

"It's bad, Dream! It's Techno, he's gone berserk!"

His friends began to stir as well, furrowed brows and groans urging them to 'keep it down.' "What? What's wrong with Techno?"

"Just c'mon! We don't have time!" Wilbur grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet before breaking into a sprint, dragging Dream with him.

Though highly confused, Dream kicked his feet into gear to run alongside him. "Woah! Wilbur, slow down, just tell me what's-"

"He's crazy! He keeps talking about blood and Chat-"

"What!? Where is he?" The sheep god looked to him, now wearing a similarly panicked expression.

"On his island still, hopefully. I passed Tommy and Tubbo and told them, so-hey, wait! Dream! Be careful!" Dream had already dashed ahead. It never made sense to Wilbur, why Dream was so damn fast. Nothing about giving people good dreams and singing lullabies required quick feet, but right now Wilbur was just grateful. All he could do at the moment was pray--no pun intended--that his idea worked out.

There wasn't much more to run, Dream found, because Techno was not on his island anymore. He'd made it into the main Heavens, a gold plated road flanked on both sides by shops and important buildings, not too unlike a human marketplace. Any gods that had occupied the stalls had already, wisely vacated the area. The only reasons Techno hadn't demolished them all by now were due to the two tenacious teens and a pesky flying Philza all taking turns slowing him down by any means necessary.

It was a losing battle, each flung to the side like mere flies when they got too close. Then, Dream saw his eyes.

His pig mask had been discarded, revealing the scars on pink skin, darker-than-night sclera, and pupils reduced to thin white rings glowing dangerously. He'd heard bits of stories and rumors through the divine grapevine, one in particular of how 'rivers ran red when the pig's eyes turned black.'

Again, he threw Tommy away from him, roaring loud and ferocious as the young blond crashed into Tubbo who'd been trying to pick himself up. Then, he managed to catch the hem of Phil's robe, yanking him down and pinning him with a hand around his throat. His other hand raised, claws extended as he bared his teeth and tusks.

"Techno!!" Dream shouted, grabbing his attention just before he brought the claws down. "Why don't ya pick on someone your own size!?"

(Though he was decidedly not Techno's size, he knew he could go toe-to-toe with him any day, even now when Techno wasn't himself.)

The Blood God growled under his breath and rose from the floor. He snarled, approaching slowly at first then beginning to charge, hooves stomping on the paved road. Dream straightened his posture, solid and defiant, and opened his mouth.

Melodic syllables spilled from his lips, wordless; a simple tune of soothing sounds. Techno did not falter. Dream sang louder, sweeter, drawing out each note to the rhythm of a calm ocean. He strengthened the output of his lavender and chamomile scent as Techno got closer. Belting now, he raised his arms, hands poised as if to catch the furious god with the power of his crescendo.

Techno stopped in front of him, mere inches between them. He towered over the sheep god, visibly trembling with the effort to hold himself back. Dream dropped his voice to a mellifluous whisper, fingers reaching and brushing over his jaw like he handled fragile porcelain. It seemed to surprise the pinket, the tenderness, leaving him frozen in place.

Dream craned his neck to see, finally, the fluttering of Techno's eyelids. His head began to droop. The blond supported it, cradling the face of a warrior with such care. Techno's eyes closed fully once, and when they reopened the white sclera and crimson red pupils had returned. Dream grinned in relief, lilting quiet and honeyed just for the god before him. His singing only trailed off when he was sure all the murderous intent had drained from him.

"Dream...?" Techno questioned, voice hoarse, barely able to hold himself up as he leaned into the gentle touch of freckled hands.

"I'm here. I've got you," he murmured back.

Techno sighed, placing his own hand over Dream's and nuzzling his palm. "'m tired..."

"I know. C'mere, you deserve a nice, long rest." Dream's free arm circled his neck, lightly tugging him down until their foreheads met. He seemed like he had more to say, but the clutches of sleep prevented that. In an instant, he became dead weight. Dream caught him without issue, propped by Dream's arms under his pits and head limp on his shoulder.

Dream smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to the pinket's temple. "Sweet dreams, Techno." With a little maneuvering, he positioned Techno into a bridal carry and headed for his island of potato farms. If anyone were awake, they'd see a rather amusing sight, Dream carrying a god nearly twice his size as if he weighed nothing at all, but regardless of the entire Heavens taking an unexpected nap, the main roads were no place for a restful slumber.

#dreamnoblade #dnb #technodream #bubble writes #dnb god au

[redraven3093]

Cathing up with Philza Minecraft streams 15th 06

Where:

WHOOOO IS THE BIRTDAY DAY

We sit

STOP making Brian says anything Spanish, he is awfully British

Who apple gang-Yeah Crows go bake a cake for our gurl Tallulah

Excited for the birthday lets goo

4 years of being a menace in the old man’s stream sounds like an achievement

We just waiting but Short stream today, I guess?

Yay farming- Opp secret can’t see I guess

A zombie horse man???? In the farm

No comment on who he supports

TALLULAH AWAKE HAPPY birthday Tallulah

Happy dance for the birthday gurl

Silly abuelitto

Chayanne has been having to many fun with scaring the old man

Did you have the goods Chayanne??

Yay celebrate ur self gurl

Mexican bingo

Abuelitto is struggling for kids

Oopp Chayanne dipped

Coolx5 yesyesx3 awesomex5 Lets goo

Aww the pinata-A Petting ZOO-Ooh special mob

Whoahhh-What are they???-Funky squirrel horse??-STARWARS-What are they srsly????

A PHOTOBOOTH

Ah shit-The server crached-IN HER BIRTHDAY THAT’S FUK UP QSMP

QUACKITY PAYY THE SERVERRR

Education on how the server works from Phill

EYYY WE BACK

USE your MEME correctly

Ohhh show us-MANUAL PHOTOBOTH

Strong horse-AWW THEY KISSED-Give them time

Glad Tallulah love them

HOLYYY SHITTT A VENUSSS

“GO HAVE KIDDS I WANT GRANDKITS-“ oh god he is embracing the granpa experience

Yeah, you go Phil don’t listen to anyone

Invis Chayanne

VENUS 0.4 LETS GOO wait A CLONE???

Ohh a different name Mercury or Pluto

Chayanne keeps using Tallulah’s signs

Its baffeling to see a tinny kid with a butterfly wings pullingout an anvinl out of her pockets

Omg the big hat Lol

PINATA POG

The FOODS

BALLON LANTERNS PURPLE

Ohhh surprise

The guest is cominggg

Dancingggg

Phil likes to spoil his kid but clearly, he is as spoiled as well to them

No fight and no drinks for the violents

ETOILES is HERE

Give the babby a bath????

Aww no more animals??

More Europeans are coming

Oh wait why is there another face inside DeMezzanine???He already has 4???

BAGHERAA

While phill is bussy taking photo Tallulah is receiving many gifts

Ohgod its so loud

FOREVERR

HELLO RICHAAA

Everyone is so excited for Chayanne’s food

POMME HELLO

The Blond Twins are taking picture so cute-COCAINNE???

Oh god the Photobooth is so busy

Oh no the Spit horses are angry- MIKE DOWN MIKE DOWNN

Why is there a couple drama in the party?

OMG POMME?? An exploding chicken and a fox died poor girl

Forever is an average dad with a feral son and Oh, big brother Chayanne is joining forever to tell Richa to wear armor

FOOD IS READYY

AWWW CUTE ART FROM RICHAAA Richa is so talented omg

Omg the DRAMA is still going-STOP fighting-Good lord

Sit in someone’s lap” he says and Omg of course forever take any chances he got with Phill

OMG FOREVER NOT AT THE TABLE?!! YEAH GO OFF ON HIM BAGHERA

He’s a month old he is mature enough

Opp Phill is gone- DADDDD WHERE ARE YOU???- ohno he’s getting milk isn’t he??

Oh hey Sneeg glad u watching the stream too

SHUSHIII

Why is everyone sitting on Phill’s lap omg

Aww Thanks PAC

Glad everyone appreciates Chayanne’s cooking

Ohhh??? The Europeans and the Brazilians are singing for Tallulah??-that is sweet

CAKEEE

FOREVER DON SAY THAT ABOUT RICHA-well he is a little brat-

Oh god someone already died-BAGHERA WHY?

Selfie-Guitar-good job Tallulah-aww nooo

Chayanne is such a teenager-GO SOSIALIZE YOU KID

Is Pomme being tained to be an Agent or a security guard like Etoiles

OMG PHILZAA IS KICKING OUT THE GUEST

OH SHIT THEY FIGHTING-they want foo-OMG the TUPPERWARE-Yaeh that where is the drinks PHILL??

Ending party song-omg mike pls

The REVOLUTION-COMMUNISM???-YEAH use your Grand Daughter

MIKE is hilarious

Pac jut want food and then dipped

PHIL IS GOTH

Oh god “never call me again” omg MIKE

Oh did Pac gave Tallulah more Flowers??

Pachito the security

Oh shit he stole a bike-wait Phill had a bike?

Ohh the surprise-

OMGG-HOLLY SHIT IS WILL’S CONCERT-AWW-FUCK IM CRYIN- SHIT MY HEART-

Hey Baghera

But anywayOMG-IM STILL CRYINGGG-THAT IS SO SWEET

Omg Baghera nooooo-I mean its fair- the French literally got here by a crashed plane-BUT STILLL

AWW Tallulah baby-opp where she goin?-AWWW TALLULAH BABY DON’T CRYY

Oh it’s Pomme Birtday too?? Wow thereis so many celebrations this month holly shit

BYE POMME BYE BAHERA TAHNKYOU FOR COMING

HEY MUMZA

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR COMING

Its okk Tallulah-lol I think mike is salty

Ohh gift from Chayanne-let em cook-omg Phill noo-FOOD and OMG a KITTY :D

Chayanne is really living the best doting big brother life rn

THANKYOU FOR THE GIFT POMME- Candy apple and Golden Apple nice-OH SHIT a RED EARED SLIDER- LEONARDO ITS YOU!!!

Quest time-ohhhh it’s horse themed- oh yeah the skelehorse isi still there-

OMG THE FAN ARTS ARE SO COOOL-ok why is the soft shell so aggressive??-cute fan arts- someone is dying wth??

ARTIST WATER MARK YOU CREATIONS PLS I WANT TO FOLLOW UU

The turtles are so many they keep on dying-omg Chayanne nooo- oh well a chef needs their ingredients

YESYES POG BIRTHDAY-Chayanne did so good with the foods-opp did they killed one?

BEST FATHER AND SON DUO

Opp nerd Dadza moment-might want to read that one-Philzaa noooo.

Omg PHILZA NOOOO-Purge the turtles-ill hire a guy he says

JUAN

OMG CHAYANNE NOOO

New horse near foolish

Phil knows these kids so well- see you there Chayane-opp another Minecraft tip from dad-HOLLY SHIT U FAST-opp bye Chayanne

I love the little songs that Phill will randomly sings out at random

Omg Phill- perks of having the main admins as your kid is that you can have more leeway on quest-

Roleplay omg-WHOAH AMAZINGGG THEY REALLY CRAFT IT :O

THE MAIN ADMIN CHAYANNE/CUCURUCHO PERMISSION IT OKKK??!!!- its magic Tallulah get in with the system

Omg Chayanne noooo-plant based meat

Tallulah u set them free to be killed bye a seasoned chef

BOAT TIME- OH Shit VENUUUS (or Mercury???)

Mushroommm yummy

Thankyu Tallulah

WEDDING TOMORROW POGG

GRANDPA IS GOING ON VID CON

Pro Chef Chayanne- omg Chayanne nooooo

Everyone is going to vid con oh god

It most definitely won’t be avocado toast- Taco and Strawberries.

OVERDOSE DON’T STOP THE MUSIC DARLING-

MUMZAAAA- mango pog-ohh FUK YEH

Phil’s cooking-OHH SHIT A GOD APPLE POGG-ohh chorus fruit-wait it didn’t worked????Endermen with low signal-RP at the most minimal-THANKS MUMZAAA

HORSE RIDNG TIME YEY- is the bridge new???

OHH ITS STARTINGGG

“dad are you running for President??” Sweety your father is an anarchist- purely to piss of the federation

YEAH TECHNO WOULD BE PROUD O7 KING

THAT’S CHEATINGGG-okk Naruto run is fair-Yeah judge the old man Tallulah

Chayanne nooooo

BATH TIMEEEE-SLEEPY TIMEEE- the EFFICIENTSY WHOAH- Art room Progress POG- ohh WINE before BED TIME???

HOLLY FUCK-been aging before he was born WHOAHH-wat was that?

ADMIN POG- they the best really-ADVANCE TASTE BUD-PHOTOS PLS OR WE EMPTY YOUR POCKET

It would be funny-COOK FOR THEM IN HELLL-THANKYU PHILL- Chayanne Hell’s kitchen-

GRACIAS TALLULAH- stop using other kids sign Chayanne!!!

WHAT ARE YOUU-aww Phil might not come

Lol Rycharlison is stream sniping- maybe his version of Dragon magic

BYE PHIILLLLLLLLL

#don't mind me #qsmp #headcannons #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #qsmp eggs #qsmp forever #qsmp wilbur #qsmp baghera #qsmp rycharlison #qsmp pomme #TALLULAH BIRTDAY #qsmp demezzanine #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #qsmp liveblog

[poltergeist-coffee]

Pls talk about your InsaneDuo mermaid au

HEYYY ANON THANK YOU ENABELING ME <33

okay, so i have to give a little context for me and my friends mermaid au. it's just us taking the qsmp members and dunking them in the ocean. some of them became mermaids and some stayed as boring humans, what can you do?

the favela five are all mermaids in our au + richas is a human child they 'adopt' essentially!! This au is not......realistic at all because some mermaids are inspired by real sea animals (Cellbit is an octopus for example) and some are just like......... Ariel/fantasy mermaids (Forever is just a fish. his tail looks like a koi fish for the aesthetic but he's not. he's just a mermaid with a pretty tail and covered in scars) (his tail is dark gray with red/white splotches on it to look like his mc skin). all mermaids also have the cute ear fins you see in art sometimes? (if u know jrwi think of gillion-esque ear fins i don't know how to explain it)

Me and my friend also made an entire "courting ritual" and how mermaids do romance and stuff but that can be a separate post. what YOU need to know is that for mermaids to be "married" essentially they will have to rip one of the scales on their tail off and give it to the person they want to marry!!! married mermaids will take the scale from their partner and put it on their tail where they took their scale off to symbolize how they are together !!

basically, all i really wanted to tell you is that insaneduo in the mermaid au are married NDSAVKJASK they're in a pod (family) with the rest of the Favela five but their relationship is super close just like in the qsmp. they basically go everywhere with each other and even if they don't they're never far from one another. They just care about each other so much!!!

after one incident with forever being taken by mermaid hunters (he escaped dw) he had a bunch of large cuts and injuries on his tail because they wanted his scales. Since he lost a bunch of scales he just took one off him and gave it to cellbit because he loves him and wants him to know that he means a lot to him. cellbit was in shock for all of 5 seconds needing to process that his best friend is fucking bleeding and dying and also being the equivalent of proposed too. Cellbit then proceeded to rip one of his own scales off (octopuses don't have scales but please don't think too hard about it, its cute please suspend your disbelief) and gave it to forever. i think forever would probably start yelling at cellbit like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT HURTS!!! DONT GIVE ME YOUR SCALE IDIOT!!” and cellbit is laughing at him (also in pain but that’s less important)

them trading scales is less of romantic marriage and more like "i love you and care about you a lot. i want to show my devotion to you and that i am willing to sacrifice things for you to be happy". cellbit wears forever's scale as a ring and forever keeps cellbit's on a bracelet instead of the traditional way.

also, did you know octopuses eat their own tentacles when stressed? right after the thing where forever got hurt and was having to rest to heal cellbit refused to leave him if he could help it. he nearly chewed off one of his own tentacles from worry because forever was so hurt and forever def scolded him for it after waking up.

TDLR: insaneduo in the mermaid au are best friends and the equivalent of married and care about each other so so much it makes me want to jump off a building

last thing id like to mention: cellbit is very curious about humans and wants to learn more about them! At the same time he is very weary of them because of what happened with forever and when forever meets phil he's very >:[[ about it. he doesn't think forever should be trying to talk with a fisherman so much because he could get hurt again!! it doesn't matter if this "Phil" is so nice and kind to him!! he might just want to hurt forever or keep him in a tank or take his scales!!

#✉️ asks or whatever #insaneduo #4bit #poltergeists mermaid au #<- this gets a tag because there will be more then one post #if anything in this post interests you please send me an ask about it!!!! i would love to talk about them more #also if YOU have things you want to say please say it <33 i love reading what people think!!!! #if anything is mispelled and shit im sorry i don't proof read KJNDVSKJANAD #anywayyyys i hope u enjoyed <33

[quackitytheduck]

(haii halfway throught this i realized theres like def already a recap somewhere but man. im not throwing all of this out. hope its useful mwah)

Maximus finds an old commercial cc!Cellbit did when he was younger (where he sings) and puts it on loop in a huge screen in front of Cellbit's house in the favela.

Forever and Richarlyson finish the copacabana ocean project and prepare to inagurate it.

Cellbit arrives in the favela with Forever, and a bunch of other people (Foolish, Baghera, Phil, Maximus) are there because Forever is gonna inagurate the new ocean soon (break the blocks stopping the water from filling it). Everyone is singing along to the commercial and Cellbit is mortified. And pissed.

Forever covers the corner of the screen with protected blocks so only he can take it down or stop it, so the commercial is just playing on loop at a loud volume. Forever says since he had to listen to it for days straight while he worked on Copacabana, Cellbit does too. Unless he sings the song. Cellbit refuses.

The ocean inauguration happens. It's awesome, Forever gives a little speech about wanting to show the world the crazy shit brazilians can do and represent a little of our culture to the world.

Cellbit is now wearing some weird futuristic mask.

Cellbit asks and bargains but no one will tell him who did this, every single person just says it wasn't them. Until Richarlyson tells him it was Max.

Cellbit asks Max if it was him, and Max just tells him no.

He can hear the song even from his secret headquarters, and Cellbit says he's moving out.

He calls for Cucurucho, he wants to make a deal.

While he waits for an answer, he goes to Max's AI, SOFIA and restricts everyone's acess by tricking it.

Cucurucho answers him and Cellbit says he wants revenge. If they want to humiliate him by bringing up his past, they're gonna fucking get his past.

He asks Forever to meet him in that one room that mimicks where Cucurucho killed him, and there, with Cucurucho present, he tells him he wants full custody of Richarlyson, and that he doesn't trust anyone at Ordo Theoritas anymore, and is stopping the investigation.

Forever is FURIOUS and takes this as a huge betrayal.

Afterwards, Cellbit tells Richas he doesn't think Forever is capable of protecting him, and writes and gives him a book that the audience doesn't see.

Cell tells Roier he's trying to get Bobby back(lie?? we do not know) and wants him by his side at court.

Forever goes to BBH to ask for his help because his english isn't as good as Cellbit's and he's afraid that's gonna make him lose at the custody hearing.

Cellbit and Richas are attacked by the Binary, he tells Richas to run and he does, but Cell dies and disappears.

Richas tells Forever what happened, and that he's really confused and afraid of everything going on, but he loves all his dads so much. Forever puts him to sleep and calls everyone left on the server (Roier, Max, BBH and Baghera) to meet at Ordem Theoritas. He sits at the head of the table, Cellbit's chair.

Forever is so fucking pissed and confused, he doesn't get why Cellbit is suddenly aligning himself with the Federation, abandoning all his work, all because of the fucking song? He says he hopes it's all a plan to trick Cucurucho and get more info, but he's afraid that it isnt. He tells everyone abt what happened and asks for their help. He says Roier could be useful because Cellbit likes him. And that now that Cellbit stopped investigating Cucurucho, they need all hands on deck.

Forever takes down the commercial and logs out.

Fucking Quackity logs on and tells Richas about Juanaflippa. He says her parents also had a courtcase, and that she died soon after, and as 1% his father, he cant let that happen to him too. He tells him to write letters to his papais and go away with him for a while and come back after they figure themselves out. He does, and they leave by boat.

The other dads are yet to find out Richarlyson left.

prince love ofnmy life no one does it like u. this is the most perfect straightforward recap i could ever ask for i love you forever

#qsmp #asks

[absolutely-olivegarden]

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks.

I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.

"Bella," my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."

My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…

"I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come right back as soon as you need me."

But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car.

But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision — like my mother before me, I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks.

When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen — just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane.

"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said "good car for you" as opposed to just "good car."

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

"No."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" I could see from his change of expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really."

I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily. "When did he buy it?"

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?"

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Ch — Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic…"

"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore."

The thing, I thought to myself… it had possibilities — as a nickname, at the very least.

"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part I couldn't compromise on.

"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.

Wow. Free.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it." No need to add that my being happy in Forks is an impossibility. He didn't need to suffer along with me. And I never looked a free truck in the mouth —or engine.

"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks.

We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for Conversation. We stared out the windows in silence.

It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. It was too green — an alien planet.

Eventually we made it to Charlie's. He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought withGHZGGRRGHRHGRHRGRHGGRRHRGHRGRGHGRGHRGRH

I don’t even know how to respond

#Olivegarden #Asks

[bonesandthebees]

Then there’s Tommy’s u see conversation with Techno, which ties into possible reasons why Wilbur is in the personal wing. I’m assuming Tommy is going to be a mess in this. He has way less experience in not crying than Wilbur does. Then there’s the fact that Tommy does trust Techno and accepts that he trusts Techno to an extent while Wilbur is still in denial about Phil. So there’s a chance Tommy would confide in him and tell him what happened. He might even spill the beans because he’s so emotionally distraught about ‘messing up’ and the extend of it.

There’s also the option that he’s angry at Techno for telling Wilbur and setting this off. He should be at least a little angry. Then there’s the option he went to find Ranboo or Aimsey, but I don’t think there’s that much time between Wilbur leaving and Phil sending Jack for Techno. So he could still be processing.

Anyway, Wilbur only told Phil about what Tommy said, not about what he himself said. If Tommy does tell Techno the full thing or at least ending, then they have more to work with. And I feel like Techno would know the end because Tommy would be upset about messing up and then Techno would ask why he thinks he messed up and Tommy would explain what Wilbur did and said. Or try to. Which means they then know about Wilbur’s “I shouldn’t be sharing a room with royalty” and might assume that’s what he want.

Though they would just give him a different room and not necessarily one in the personal wing. Which brings me back to keeping Wilbur and Tommy separate to let them cool off. Which is good for Techno and Phil because Wilbur is their main problem negotiation-wise. It would be easier to push Tommy towards what they want like this. If they are really mean they could even use having Wilbur against him to get what they want, but I feel like they, especially Techno, care too much about that right now. Tommy and Techno have a relatively healthy relationship, from what I’ve seen, Techno would not push that.

Then there’s also the fact the Phil has claimed Wilbur and probably wants to keep an eye on him. (At least Wilbur is finally sleeping.) It would also be easier to shape Wilbur into what he wants him to be if he’s closer. If he can see him during breakfast and dinner. And I do still feel like Wilbur is not going back to Eldingvegr if it’s up to Phil. At least not permanently. So that, too, would be easier if Wilbur feels at home. Maybe that’s the reason for the cloak. (yes, I am eyeing that cloak with suspicion, Wilbur didn’t even hesitate to wear it. Phil must have been so damn pleased).

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we're getting into theory territory so I'm not gonna tell you exactly how tommy and techno's conversation went down. i will say that tommy is 100% a mess right now. though he's definitely leaning a bit more towards the 'pissed' side of things rather than fighting off tears like wilbur was, except he's not only pissed at wilbur. he's pissed at several people about this whole situation. you can guess who.

i'll also confirm that yes, tommy told techno about wilbur saying he shouldn't share a room with him anymore. so that's part of why they got wilbur a new room, because they're working under the assumption that wilbur wants to be separated from tommy at least for the time being (and they're not wrong).

not gonna comment on their motivations behind keeping the brothers so separated or wilbur's move to the personal wing, but I'll say that techno and phil both aren't stupid. they've gotten a pretty solid understanding of the way the brothers work now, and they know that trying to use one against the other would not end well for anyone. so they're not gonna try to use wilbur against tommy. it would definitely not turn out how they want.

phil was very pleased to see wilbur wearing the coat :)

#ask #spruce anon #the stars and their children

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Mod Spit watches Jersey Boys in London and cries about it

Hi, so this’ll probably be the last post for a while until Mod Bubblegum and I become witty enough to come up with more content. So here’s some random thoughts I’ve conjured while watching West End’s production of Jersey Boys because the joy I felt was immeasurable.

Please know all these silly comments are said with as much love as humanly possible. I respect all these actors and the hard work they put into performing this show each night. Any seemingly negative opinions/commentary are in no way meant to bash the actors as they do not reflect their actual talents and abilities. So without further ado…

The Show

The lamppost is so,, big??? Like, it’s huge.

TOMMY IS SHORTER THAN FRANKIE. I REPEAT. TOMMY IS SHORTER THAN FRANKIE.

JOE PESCI IS SO CUUUUUTE OMGOMGOMG HE’S A LIL BABY (I want to smooch him. Don’t tell anyone.)

We got a Bob understudy, and he’s so SMOL. HE’S SO TINY. He’s only like,, an inch-ish or two taller than Frankie?? They fr said “we want uwu Bob or give us death.”

Tommy is so smiley and cutesy. Cocky piece of shit. I love him. I would die for him. (No one can do cheeky Tommy better than Sam Wolf though. I gotta represent.)

I MADE A COMMENT ABOUT A GINGER NICK AND I GOT A BLONDE ONE INSTEAD

Speaking of, Nick makes me want to cry. HE KEPT DROPPING THE JOISEY BOISEY ACCENT. WE GOT A BLONDE BRITISH NICK MASSI. (I miss Mark Edwards)

“MY BOYFRIEND’S BACK” WAS SO GOOD. I WANT FRANCINE’S ACTRESS ON BROADWAY RN.

MARY. HER. SHE. AAAAH

The dialogue is slower. Off-Broadway, they were speaking at rapper level speeds. But it’s good slower! I can actually understand them LOL

(It’s most likely for audio reasons. A lot of the time, the background vocals tended to drown out the lead vocals/dialogue.)

An old lady behind me went “Yeah!” after one of the songs. It was adorable.

There were also two literal toddlers next to me. They were very quiet and polite as the adults yelled “ASSHOLE” on stage.

During “Oh, What a Night!” (“And you are?”) the ✨sexy✨ lady just,, stuck her finger in Bob’s ear?? And then trailed it down his chin and neck??? And then he did a lil gasp and was like, “Booo—hah—ha—oooaaaahhb??~!” LIKE HIS EYES ROLLED BACK INTO HIS HEAD AND EVERYTHING. HELLO?

OKAY SO BARRY? THE HIGH NOTE NEAR THE END OF “OH, WHAT A NIGHT”?? IT WAS SO CLEAR AND GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL. I GASPED.

THERE. IS. AN. ASIAN. IN. THE. CAST. SHE. PLAYS. LORRAINE. (I don’t know if it’s a big deal or anything new or not BUT IT’S A BIG DEAL TO ME. IT MEANS I HAVE A CHANCE.)

Bob (Crewe) and Phil start laughing after the “twisted around her finger” line, and it was adorable seeing them get back into character.

Joe Pesci: “Who wears short shorts! She wears short shorts! They wear short shorts! He wears short shorts! …I wear short shorts—!“

Tommy and Frankie get so close to each other every time they have dialogue together. I’m losing my mind. Leave room for Jesus, y’all.

Scratch that, Tommy gets close to everyone. SOCIAL DISTANCE, BRO.

When Frankie sees Mary for the first time, he gets all lovestruck and distracted by her, and Tommy had to sing loudly to get him back on track. I love it.

Frankie just kept staring at Mary during their dinner. Like he was so n e r v o u s. CUTIE.

Tommy wouldn’t stop smirking throughout the debt scene. Frankie was on the verge of TEARS, and Tommy was being a BASTARD.

Nick’s monologue at a slower pace is kinda… sad? It doesn’t feel funny; I instead felt really bad for the guy. Like, he seems genuinely heartbroken at Tommy’s behavior, and I think that intention is funnier than the actual lines.

Nick: “Hey, I got his attention! Hi, Bob! *sparkle fingers*”

Tommy and Lorraine’s interview??? Geez, Tommy you’re like,,, seriously a douche. Like, I always want to punch Tommy in this scene but here?? I wanted to throw him into the theatre over.

Frankie’s tone was so clear and so good. I love him. (Especially in “I’m in the Mood for Love…” He did it so easily and flawlessly.)

I only just now realized that they use the toilets for the jail scene and that scene only. They have four toilets for a one-minute scene. (Lol The Four Toilets)

When the horn section finally came out, Frankie grabbed his mic and stared up at them like an excited puppy and smiled all huge at Bob. It was the c u t e s t.

Frankie’s dancing during “Beggin’” was,,, oh my gooooood. He was doing spins and tricks with the mic. He turned into a human helicopter. I thought he was gonna fall and die.

They changed the Neil Sedaka line and removed the New York team line at the beginning because the audience is too British to understand.

(I forgot what the Neil Sedaka line turned into, but the team one was replaced with something about Tommy being familiar with Jersey’s prisons LMAO)

Bob Crewe, in the deepest, monstrous voice ever: “PLAY THE FUCKING SONG ALREADY.”

Tommy and Frankie do a little shimmy against each other’s backs during “I Can’t Give You…” I want to pinch their cheeks.

These nerds. They’re all just nerds. I love this show.

Stage Door Things

“Yeah, I’m exhausted! I can’t wait to go home and have some tea and biscuits!” - Luke Suri

Every actor asking how their accent was as soon as we told them we’re from New York.

I accidentally jump scared Lorraine’s actress, and I feel terrible :,)

“This is weird. I don’t really get to do this, haha.” - Andy Smith

Joe Pesci’s actor recognized me because I was seated at the front, and I called him cute, and I wanted to die in a hole.

Love-bombing all the actors because they absolutely deserve it. They’re incredible. I love performers.

And of course, we have to credit…

The Cast

Frankie Valli: Luke Suri

Tommy DeVito: Benjamin Yates

Nick Massi: Karl James Wilson

Bob Gaudio: Andy Smith

Joe Pesci: Joey Cornish

Barry: Kevin Fullinck

Gyp DeCarlo: Huon Mackley

Lorraine: Grace Lai

Mary Delgado: Carolyn Maitland

Francine: Rosie Needham

Norm Waxman: Tom Oliver

Bob Crewe: Joseph Peters

#jersey boys #musicals #musical theater #west end #frankie valli #bob gaudio #tommy devito #nick massi #mod spit #i’d die for them #oh and happy post 150!!

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SPORTS - COMPETITIONS - BECAUSE -

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HANDLE - SNOW - PRETTY - WORKS YES -

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[the-blaze-empress]

OOOH I love this so much I am TIRED so I might not be coherent but here goes anyway

So Phil IS nobility, casting is commonplace, and Phil’s parents are shit. Good to know good to know

I’m really feeling that Phil’s magic is wrong somehow- either nonexistent or dangerous or even just unpredictable. If he couldn’t control it, that would explain the “can’t behave himself comments”, but if it was nonexistent that could explain the “stupid” comments. I need more cluessssss

Okay so techno IS breaking society’s rules in a way that would get him chased out of settlements- and what was that about a response Techno was not “supposed to be able to pick up on”?? It’s giving telepath or empath, and I feel like Chat might have something to do with it. Interesting, very interesting. It’s the same sentiment Techno echoed of the sleep spell, so I’m wondering if the restrictions on the two different things are connected somehow

Either Phil is infamous in this oasis or they’re extreme xenophobes- or maybe it’s just something about techno specifically? Perhaps all three- which would make sense, considering most settlements are supposedly tightly knit, and we know Phil really wanted to Get Out. Plus it’s already been established that Techno dresses differently. The fact is not lost on me that techno rides a horse while everyone else has camels- I wonder if that’s anything important

Technos whole thing is giving kinda horcrux vibes? In that it’s like using normal magic but in dark and dangerous ways, making him an outcast. I’m expecting some dark backstory to start creeping in- perhaps explaining the origin of Chat

Why would Phil be chats problem? What did chat notice about him during the ride? WHAT DOES CHAT KNOW???

Every new chapter of this fic gets me obsessed all over again, the writing is just so eloquent and captivating, well done as always!!

mood on the tiredness, i just got woken up from an impromptu nap by my flatmate telling me theyre gonna start making dinner

yes!! to all three!! i thought youd like learning that information akjhsdfkfjd it answers some of the questions youve had BUT NOT ALL HAHA ITS NOT GONNA B THAT EASY

dont u worry u will be getting plenty more clues, speaking of, i need to go back and edit smth bc i made it Too Obvious I Think also i just had an idea that would be sick

eyes emoji. thats all im saying. eyes emoji but vaguely threatening because i know whats up and you dont <3

i mean yeah its not every day a guy wearing weird clothes turns up on a weird animal with the child of council members also on the weird animal that most people have only ever seen in illustrations. im not saying thats the entire answer btw but im also not saying its not not the entire answer. kapish? kapush.

oooo horcrux vibes i like it. also yeah you will be getting backstory i didnt write it all out already for nothing kajhfdskahf

"CHAT KNOWS ALL!"* *ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᵗˢ ᵃᵈᵛᶦˢᵉ ˢᵏᵉᵖᵗᶦᶜᶦˢᵐ ʷᶦᵗʰ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᶜˡᵃᶦᵐ, ⁿᵒ ˢᵒᵘʳᶜᵉˢ ᶜᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵃʳʳᵃᵗᵒʳ ᶦˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵘⁿʳᵉˡᶦᵃᵇˡᵉ

anyways uh. hi. thank you sm for the kind words and the theories and literally everything i love u so much /p

#wisdom be uponeth ye #1wn8ure #tmatimry #for some reason i keep trying to tag take my arms content as my other techno fic #anyways whats something else fun i can say here #i had smth but i figured that might b spoilers im gonna wait to see if u can work it out on ur own #its been implied already but its also not a big plot point #in other happenings i so very nearly used the midnight oasis from one of my old original stories but i didnt bc the vibe didnt quite fit #also i wanted there to be the possibility of more oases and the midnight oasis is very much a once-per-desert thing #unless you have a really whackass desert #or unless its the entire desert a la the desert in tdp which i think also might be called the midnight sands?? #smth like that #gotta love tdp #anyways ill shut up now

[fakedsciences-a]

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INTIMACY. i think phil initiates more frequently — even in simple gestures, like hugging or kissing or holding hands. he's just more used to these things and doesn't take them as seriously/hold them as preciously. that isn't to say she never initiates — she can definitely be very affectionate — but it's just not normalized for her.

obviously there's a distinction between the public and private spheres. i think he's a little on edge to be in public with her, so she'll be the one to initiate and he may have to let her down gently. but in private *gunshot*

MONEY. i like that they don't really discuss it. like, financially speaking, theyre both very much on the same page about what this relationship entails. as in, juni isn't paying for shit. she wears thrifted clothes, things harris grows out of; he's in thousand dollar suits and expensive shirts. he pays for everything. she asks for ubers – has even complained about her dresses being cheap just to see how he'd react.

COOKING. phil is great at it, juniper is not. she is front of house, but she takes home a lot of leftovers, and harris always brought food home when he worked in the industry, so their freezer is stock piled. phil gives her private cooking lessons! like, he shows her how to saute and flip shrimp over a hot flame, or whatever, tells her what things taste good together and how to pair with wine. it's classy, it's cute.

FUTURE. i GUESS it all depends on whatEVER you have cooking, but in the near future, she is very happy with elliot and kind of wants him to know it. that's all i know because idk wtf u r gonna do

#shaking my head so the dash knows i disapprove #ask. #answered memes. #juniper&phil study. #juniper. #tahitiwoke

[nocturnal-slut]

Nsfw alphabet of c!Techno?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After a scene, Techno is a complete different person. During a scene Techno is completely rough (most of the time) but after the scene, Techno is making sure 100% that everything you need is met. This man will run you the perfect bath or if you're too tired for that, know that he is cleaning you up and then holding you while he tells you the story of Thesus for the 100th time. He will get anything for you after a scene, name it and he'll be right there with it

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his are his hands, he just loves how nice they look around your throat, especially when they're covered in blood after a fight. Just seeing how his bloody hands are so mesmerizing around your throat

It's hard for Techno to pick a favourite body part of yours, its a tie between your shoulders and your hair. He likes your shoulders since he's able to bite down enough to draw enough blood that there isn't too much of an injury to you. He also likes your hair since its easy to pull when you're being a brat

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Being a pig hybrid and all, Techno has a huge breeding kink on certain days. Most of the time he prefers to see you swallow his cum but on other days, he goes for multiple rounds until his cum is dripping out of you

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's addicted to smelling you, knowing every little detail even. How you taste, how you smell, what makes you tic, he wants to know you better than you know yourself

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's kind of sex repulsed, however he does have a lot of knowledge under his belt. You're lucky to see how rabid Techno can become in the moment

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Techno likes to see your face while he's destroying you, doesn't mean doggy isn't out of the question however, easier to spank your ass when you do something without his permission

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Techno is always pretty serious. During aftercare he can become pretty goofy but during the actual scene, he's completely serious in the act. Degrading, praising, worshiping, everything he does is with complete seriousness. Sex is often very serious for him. It takes a lot of planning and conversation to do quite a bit of the stuff he likes to do. He wants to know everything you want; how you’re feeling at that moment; if anything has changed; if you’re in the correct emotional state. He has to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as he does.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Its a reasonable amount, just a couple pink curls

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Techno likes to be intimate with those he cares about and trusts, he is definitely very loving during the moment. Whether its a slow loving scene or a rougher scene, he will always have a hand on your waist, his lips on your neck marking every part of your skin showing his affection

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he's off on missions with Phil and you can't come, Techno will definitely jerk off to the thought of you or if you just aren't in the mood, he'll happily just jerk off

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Such a massive blood kink, this man craves the taste and smell of your blood. (And if you're afab, know very well that he will not hesitate to fuck you when you're on your period).

He also has a huge breeding kink although he refuses to admit it, he blames it on his piglin side, making him want to fill you up and watch you swell with his children although the idea of being a father actually scares him

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to do it somewhere in private, most of the time your shared bedroom (altho the training room isn't out of the question). Techno likes bending you over objects, usually a counter or desk and having his way with you. Though having you tied up is also great. He wants you at his mercy, completely dependant on him.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you get cocky he won't hesitate to just flip you over and completely ruin you until you're begging for him to stop because its you're so overstimulated and overwhelmed

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is completely turned off at the thought of hurting you, cutting you for blood or hair pulling he can handle but anything harsher than that he doesn't trust himself with. As much as he'd wish to, he is terrified about what the voices would try to tell him if he went too far

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He much prefers giving you oral, he won't say no to a blowjob but he's much more into watching you squirm and squeeze your legs around him in pleasure

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Its a mix of the two depending on his mood. He loves to have his slow, romantic, sensual scenes especially before he goes on a mission or a war, makes him motivated to do well and come home. But for the most part, he prefers fast and rough scenes. Depending on the type of sex you’re having, he’ll grab/touch different parts of your body (more so than everything else, at least). When it’s slow sex, he’ll grab your hands, intertwining them with his own, kissing them, just being very soft. However, during rougher sex, he likes your shoulders and butt. Biting, kissing, licking, grabbing, kneading.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are a mission with him, a quickie is a good way for you two to just get off but for the most part, Techno doesn't like them, he likes taking his time with you and he can't have that with quickies

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Techno is down to trying anything at least once, mention to him and he's down to try

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Techno will make sure you come a few times before he even thinks about coming himself. His minimum amount of rounds is 4 but he could definitely go for more if you're up for it

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's not a fan of toys, he finds no point in them. He will use rope to tie you up or blindefolds but that's pretty much it. He sees it as if he can do it, there's no point for a toy

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a complete tease, he likes restraining you so he can have his own way with you, gives him such an ego boost

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not very loud, maybe a grunt or two, he prefers to use his words. Praising and worshiping how well you look under him, degrading if you're not obeying him

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is embarrassed about a fantasy of his. Techno wears a crown, and as a kid he used to be referred to as a prince. Well now he likes to imagine he has a throne. He’s thought about you worshipping his cock with your mouth while he sits on his throne. He probably would never bring up this fantasy with you but if you ever mention something like that, he will be quick to agree.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s more average in length down there but thick as all hell. There will be a burn as he stretches you but trust me, it will feel good~

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive pretty much matches your own, if you're horny just ask him and he will be on you. He has made his match yours so he'll always be ready when you are

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Techno already doesn't sleep a lot, when he does, he makes sure you're asleep way long before him, just wants to make sure you know you're safe and loved

#nocturnal sin #nocturnal technoblade #technoblade smut #technoblade x reader smut #mcyt smut

[sesamestreep]

AND bc i know u love a good rogue one, rogue one crew and “booties” perhaps???!!

went ahead and posted this on AO3 as well, since it got well out of hand.... thanks for waiting six months for this, phil! <3

Jyn is already back in their quarters, cleaned up from their mission and wearing fresh clothes, by the time that Cassian is finished with his debrief with Draven. He returns to find her sprawled out on their bed with her wet hair that she hasn't even bothered to comb out soaking into the pillow beneath her head and her sleep shirt folded up to her ribs so she can rest her hands on her bare stomach. She's not showing yet, not even a little, which is odd mostly because Jyn feels so different already. It's unnerving to know something is happening inside of her body and have no external sign of it, so she's taken to resting in this position as a means of coping with that weirdness.

Cassian has seen this before, of course, but he still raises his eyebrows at the sight of her, a gesture she knows to mean he's worried by her behavior but trying to act casual about it. There's a whole scale of nervous Cassian gestures she's become an expert in and, if she's reading things correctly, this one is thankfully on the milder end of it.

"Anything?" He asks, as he hangs his jacket on a hook by the door.

"No, nothing," she replies, as she watches him take off his boots and line them up neatly against the wall. He pauses a moment to arrange hers—flung off haphazardly as soon as she got home and ultimately left wherever they happened to land—in order next to them and she feels a rush of affection for him. He is so full of little kindnesses and considerations like that; she doesn't know what she did to deserve him.

"Oh."

"I'm not worried," Jyn adds. "The medical droid said we won't feel any movement or kicking until at least the second trimester."

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

Cassian sighs as he flops down next to her on the bed. "If you're not worried, I'm not worried."

She smiles. "You're always worried."

"Well, that's...true, I guess. But I'm not worried about this, at the moment."

"What are you worried about, then?"

"The threat that the Empire poses to freedom for all peoples and planets across the Galaxy, of course," he says, without a moment's hesitation.

Jyn groans. "Cassian..."

That just makes him laugh, unfortunately. When she tries to shove him away, though, he sobers immediately. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, you know," he says, carefully.

"I'm fine," she says, more quickly than anyone who's ever actually been fine has ever said those words, so she pauses and actually takes a moment to think about it before she continues. "You said they needed to know and I agreed. And you said that they needed to hear it from us, before I started showing or news got around the base, and I also agreed with that.”

When Cassian doesn’t say anything in response, she adds, “So we told them. And it was fine. Was I maybe expecting more of a reaction from everyone? Sure. But it doesn't really matter."

This last part of her speech would probably be more believable if it wasn’t also the moment she bursts into tears. There’s plenty of reasons she can think of that she’s losing it now—she’s coming off three long weeks on a difficult mission in one of the Empire’s last strongholds with little sleep and zero privacy, for starters—but she knows it’s really her stupid hormones that should shoulder most of the blame.

For the record, she officially hates this part of pregnancy, though that isn’t saying much. There aren’t a lot of parts she does like, to be perfectly honest, and she hasn’t done a great job of hiding that fact from Cassian. He wouldn’t want her to, she knows, but she can also tell it makes him feel guilty, that he wants this to be a magical, wonderful time for her, rather than uncomfortable and strange. She keeps assuring him that she’s going to love the actual kid when it gets here, that she doesn’t have to love being pregnant just as long as she loves being someone’s mother, but it’s been hard for both of them in different ways.

She feels Cassian wrap his arms around her middle and haul her in close to his side and she remembers that this is the thing they’re good at. It wasn’t easy in the beginning—not with the way either of them grew up—but somehow, over the years, they’ve managed to find a place in between their disparate experiences where they can make a home together, a place where they’re always safe. In moments like this, when it’s just the two of them together in this world of their own, she doesn’t worry at all about their future. So long as this baby is half-Cassian, she is going to love it beyond belief. It’s going to be so easy.

She burrows even further into his embrace and he breathes in deeply, like he’s trying to catch the scent of her soap, and then exhales in a way that makes her think he was still holding onto a lot of tension from their mission. She shamelessly exploits the fact that she’s carrying his child and therefore he can’t begrudge her anything by wiping her nose on his shirt. He makes an exaggeratedly disgusted face at her in return, which makes her laugh. If her laughter sounds a little damp, it doesn’t really matter; she’s stopped crying, at least.

“It’s okay if it hurt your feelings, you know,” Cassian says, gently, after they’ve been quiet a moment.

“What?”

“The crew’s reaction to our news. It’s okay if you imagined it going differently.”

Jyn thinks about this, really and truly, because she’s not sure what she imagined. She and Cassian had agreed to make their announcement to the crew when they returned to base after their mission. It had felt important that everyone hear it from them, rather than through the Alliance rumor mill, especially since discretion has proven to be a difficult concept to impress on medical droids and they’ve become somewhat notorious for blurting out sensitive information about patients to anyone with the appropriate security clearance. Still, she hadn’t bothered to let her imagination run wild with different scenarios of how the crew would take the news of her pregnancy. She barely knows how to feel about it herself most days, let alone trying to imagine what other people will think.

But, obviously these aren’t just any other people. The Rogue One crew is basically a family at this point and, whether she likes it or not, she cares what they think. With the clarity of hindsight, she now realizes she’d wanted them to be happy about it, which just made their nonplussed reactions that much more difficult to handle. Everyone had taken the news in much the same way they’d probably have responded to an announcement that they needed to land the ship in a different dock. It had mostly been blank stares and a few nods of understanding, and then everyone had gone back to their assigned tasks, eager to wrap up the mission and get some rest. Bodhi had clapped her on the shoulder as he passed by and murmured his congratulations to the both of them, but that was as effusive as the reactions got.

Jyn probably would have stood there gobsmacked in the middle of the cargo hold for another twenty minutes if Cassian hadn’t put his hand on her back and given her a pointed look that said they could talk about this later. He knows her well enough to understand the last place she’d like to fall apart is on a mission, in front of the crew that trusts and relies on her. She’d been thankful for him, then, just as she is now. Sometimes it can drive her crazy how well he knows her, that he can often tell how she’s feeling before she’s even figured it out for herself, but mostly it feels like a gift, to have someone like that in her life. Thanks to him, they’d been able to finish out the mission without issue and, as soon as they were back on base, Cassian had dismissed everyone else and dragged K2 off with him to report to Draven, giving Jyn the opportunity to return to their quarters and untangle the knot of emotions she was feeling in peace.

“Did it bother you?” She asks him, coming back to the present. She hasn’t fully processed her feelings on the matter and, as crazy as it might sound, sometimes she has an easier time identifying her own emotions once she hears him talk about his.

“I was...surprised, I guess,” Cassian says, choosing his words carefully as always. “I thought everyone would have more to say on the matter.”

Jyn nods emphatically, glad that they can agree on this. “That’s what I thought too! Even if they didn’t approve, I thought at least they’d have something to say about it. I mean, we’re having a baby. That’s huge! But nobody said anything at all.”

“You were disappointed.”

“A little. I guess," she says, with a small shrug. "Maybe we shouldn’t have told them. Maybe they don’t care.”

Cassian bumps his nose against her shoulder, in what she takes as a reassuring gesture. “I’m sure that’s not it.”

“I don’t know.”

They’re quiet for a moment before Cassian asks, “Do you remember when you told me about the baby?”

Jyn shifts to look at him, baffled by the question. “Of course I do,” she says. “For one thing, it wasn’t that long ago and for another, it was kind of an important moment.”

He plants a kiss on her shoulder and ignores the belligerence in her voice. “You thought I wasn’t happy about it because I didn’t react much at first.”

“I already said I remember. What’s your point?”

“If you remember that, then you also remember what I told you. That I wanted to make sure you were happy about it before I showed you that I was. Because if you weren’t happy...”

“There was no way you could be,” Jyn finishes for him. She closes her eyes. “I know. You’re a wonderful man.”

“That wasn’t my point.”

“Well, it’s mine.”

“Nevertheless, what I’m saying is that the others might be doing the same thing for you.”

“I don’t follow.”

Cassian’s arms tighten around her middle. “They love you, Jyn,” he says urgently. “They want you to be happy as much as I do. I think they’re waiting on your reaction before they get excited for us.”

Jyn turns in his embrace so she can look him in the eye. “I gave them my reaction already, Cassian! I mean, didn’t I seem happy when I told them?”

“You gave them more of a mission briefing than a reaction, I think,” he says with a soft smile that she knows is meant to stop her from getting defensive. “‘In approximately six months, Cassian and I will have a baby,’” he quotes, “‘We expect this to impact this team in the following ways…’”

She buries her face in his chest with a groan. “Why did you let me do the talking this time?” She asks miserably. “You’re the one with social skills!”

“That is entirely debatable,” Cassian replies. “And I let you do the talking because you insisted.”

“I thought it was because you were afraid Baze and Chirrut would kick your ass for getting me pregnant.”

“That was also a factor, yes.”

Jyn sighs, exasperated. “Well, what are we going to do now?”

After a moment’s consideration, Cassian picks up a lock of her hair and twists it around his finger. “I was going to get cleaned up and ready for bed, unless you had other ideas...”

“I meant, what are we going to do about the crew?” She asks, even as she feels herself blush.

“They’ll come around, Jyn. Once they see how happy we are about the baby, they’ll be right there with us.”

“You think so?”

“I know it,” he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Let’s not waste precious time worrying about this.”

“Not when there’s so many other things to worry about.”

Cassian laughs and she feels it rumble through his chest underneath her ear. “Exactly.”

*

It's only a few weeks later when Cassian comes to find her after a meeting with Draven to tell her that they've got another mission.

"We do?" She asks, surprised. She’s where she always is these days when there isn’t work to be done: curled up on their bed. It turns out growing your own offspring is pretty exhausting.

"Yes."

"You're sure Draven is okay with me going on missions still?"

"Draven is still on the fence about you joining the Alliance in the first place," Cassian jokes, "but I think in this case, he's going to get as much work out of you as he possibly can, right up until the moment you physically can't go on missions anymore."

Jyn acknowledges this with a snort of derision. Even after years of working for him, General Draven still hasn't warmed up to her much. She doesn't know, or particularly care, what he thinks about her pregnancy but she doesn't imagine he's thrilled to have two of his operatives out of commission for something as trivial as having a baby, so she mostly lets Cassian deal with him these days. Cassian is his favorite, anyway, so she doesn't feel that bad about it.

"This will probably be your last one for a while, though," Cassian says, delicately, when she doesn't respond to his teasing.

“I know,” she says. “‘All beings capable of gestation are entitled to work in any capacity or department without reduction of duties or hours until they surpass 67% of their gestational period, at which point their superior officer will reduce their workload accordingly,’” she adds, quoting the administrator who’d been sent to explain the Alliance’s parental rights policies to her after the medical droid submitted the paperwork from her physical, including the blood work that had confirmed her pregnancy.

It’s unlikely, though not impossible, that this mission will stretch into her third trimester, so it should be fine, but anything after this would certainly be too risky. Jyn had honestly assumed that Draven would pull her from active duty sooner rather than later. Even though she’s still got time before her last trimester, she keeps expecting to hear that she’s been reassigned to administrative duties. She’s heard that’s the most common assignment for anyone who gets pregnant and she's prepared for it to happen to her. She and Cassian have already discussed it and agreed it would be the smartest course of action for the end of her pregnancy. And given how exhausted she feels already, she’s sure she’ll be functionally useless by her final trimester, so it’s probably better for everyone this way. Still, despite her ready acquiescence, Cassian looks like he's bracing himself for a fight.

"You feel okay about this?" he asks warily.

"Yes," she says, drawing the word out in annoyance. "We knew it would happen eventually. And it hasn’t even technically happened yet, so...”

"And when it does happen, it's not like it’s forever,” he says, in his most pacifying tone of voice. “There will be more missions for you once the baby is here and you've had a chance to recuperate."

Jyn nods, though even that feels like a lie. “I’m sure there will be,” she says, hoping that her tone is mild enough that Cassian won’t sense her internal conflict.

Of course, he immediately tilts his head and stares at her with narrowed eyes. She can’t get anything past him. “What’s the matter?” He asks.

“Nothing.”

“Jyn...”

“I’m serious,” she insists, even as Cassian comes to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. “It’s nothing!”

Of course, she has no idea how she’ll actually feel once she has the baby, but with every passing day, she wonders more and more if she’ll even want to go back to Rebel Intelligence once her leave is over. It’s always been more Cassian's thing than it has ever been hers and the idea of giving it up doesn't feel like a betrayal of who she is in the way it would be for him if anyone dared to ask him to do it. She doesn't want to ask that of him, either, she just needs to be sure he'll be alright doing it without her. Then again, he did it with only K2 for backup for years and somehow managed to survive, so maybe she's just being self-important thinking he'll care if she's with him on missions in the future or not. Still, trailing after Cassian in the field is most of what she does for the Alliance; she's not sure what else she'd be good for.

There's also the fact that she imagines she won't be in high demand for missions once she has a young child at home depending on her. The representative who explained when she would have leave from her duties was also adamant that her choice to have a family would not interfere with her chances at promotions or assignments, that the Alliance did not discriminate in that regard and she should file an official complaint if she experienced any such discrimination. Jyn knows that, in a perfect world, that would all be true. But even the Alliance isn't perfect and, if she were a general, her first choice of who to send to the front lines wouldn't be someone's parent. People will naturally assume her priorities have changed and they may even be right. She doesn't know how she'll feel yet, so she's trying to keep an open mind and imagine all the alternatives. But she doesn't want to have that fight with Cassian right now--the one where he assures her that she's valuable to the team and better in the field than she actually is and she gets mad at him, irrationally, for always seeing the best in her--so she doesn't say any of that. She just squeezes his hand.

"I'm just a little nervous about going on another mission like this, that's all," she says, which is true, so she doesn't have to feel bad about the other conversation she's avoiding. "When do we leave?"

"Three days," Cassian replies, and she knows he's choosing to let her off the hook for now, rather than actually being fooled by her excuse. This whole being in love with a spy thing is no joke.

"We'd better tell the others, then."

"Yeah, I'm on my way to do just that."

"I'll come with you," Jyn says, pushing herself up to a seated position with considerable effort. She's still not showing, but she feels more pregnant every day.

"Are you sure?" Cassian asks, brows knitting together in concern.

"You afraid the walk from here to Baze and Chirrut's quarters will kill me, or something?"

"Well, now I am!"

"The last trimester's going to be a lot of fun for you, I can tell."

He glares at her for that. "I was actually thinking that maybe you'd rather sit this one meeting out because maybe you were still upset about the team's reaction to your announcement. I could make your excuses, if that's what you want."

It really would be easy to make up a reason not to go. Between the exhaustion and the morning sickness and the insomnia, pregnancy offers no shortage of opportunities to be antisocial. And the situation with the team is more or less the same as it was a few weeks ago: everyone is still being exceedingly casual about her and Cassian having a baby. Aside from Bodhi asking her how she's feeling with increased frequency, everyone has been acting like it's business as usual. Jyn has done her best not to take it personally—she's sure Cassian is right and they would care more if she talked about it more, but she's not sure she's ready to risk it just yet.

"I'm fine," she says and almost means it. "I'm over it. I'll come with you. If we go to Baze and Chirrut's place first, we'll probably find Bodhi too. He's been over there a lot lately."

Once she succeeds in getting herself out of bed, she and Cassian wind their way through the maze of hallways on the base--Jyn swears that every time they pick up and move to evade the Empire, the rebels make the layout of the new base more confusing--and arrive at the door right before a voice within calls out, "Come in!"

Cassian looks at her with a perplexed frown on his face. She shrugs, because she presumes his confusion is about how they knew to expect them and she has no answer to that. Chirrut just knows things, sometimes. She's moved past being perturbed by it and just accepted it as a very strange part of her life. Cassian acknowledges her non-answer with a nod and punches in the code to the keypad next to the door, which sweeps open to reveal Baze, Chirrut, Bodhi, and K2 gathered together and each absorbed in the task of what looks like knitting.

"What is happening right now?" Jyn asks before she can stop herself. She looks over at Cassian again, only to find him wearing an expression as baffled, she imagines, as her own.

"We are constructing baby items," Kay answers readily.

"You're...what?" she asks, at the same time as Bodhi hushes Kay.

"Oh, right," Kay replies. "It is a secret. We are not doing anything."

"It was meant to be a secret," Baze interjects pointedly, "but I suppose that's over now."

"If it was meant to be a secret, why'd you tell us to come in?" Cassian asks, clearly still recovering from his shock.

"We're expecting Taidu and Melshi any moment," Bodhi says.

"And someone claimed he would recognize their footsteps if he heard them outside," Baze adds, with a glare at Chirrut.

"I knew they were the footfalls of our friends," Chirrut replies. "That should count for something."

Jyn shakes her head, still not understanding the situation she's walked into. "You're waiting for Taidu and Melshi to do...what?"

"To...construct baby items," Bodhi answers, with a sheepish smile.

"For...?"

Bodhi gives her a long look. "For you," he finally says, like she's being dense.

"For me?"

"Well, for your baby, technically. Yours and Cassian's. You do remember telling us about that, right?"

"Yeah, I remember, I just thought..."

"What?"

"We thought maybe you'd forgotten about that," Cassian says, after a moment of Jyn struggling for words. He puts his hand on her arm reassuringly and she's annoyed to find her eyes are filling with tears.

"'Forgotten,'" Baze grumbles under his breath as he shakes his head, which does an eloquent job of showing what he thinks of that idea. He doesn't so much as miss a stitch in whatever he's knitting, though.

"It was Baze's idea," Chirrut pipes up from his side. "Back when we used to run the orphanage in Jedha City, he'd sometimes make things for the kids when we didn't have enough donations. One of the women in the marketplace taught him, and he taught me."

He holds up what he's working on, which is a tiny, fancy-looking sock, just like the one Baze is making. There's a pile of similar items on the bed between them.

Jyn swallows around the lump in her throat. Baze doesn't often talk about their life on Jedha before she showed up and disrupted everything. Chirrut is more forthcoming, naturally, but she gets the sense it's painful for both of them, just in different ways. The fact that they're making clothes for her child makes this piece of their history even more precious to her.

"Socks?" she asks, leaning closer to see.

"Booties," Chirrut corrects, cheerfully.

"Fancier than a sock, but not as sturdy as a shoe," Bodhi adds, helpfully. When she looks over at him, she notices that's not what he's making and, as if sensing her gaze, he immediately ducks his head in embarrassment and adds, "I'm not making those anymore. I had a little trouble with the shaping."

"Bodhi is working on a blanket, which is just as important," Baze interjects, sternly, "and only involves knitting in straight lines."

"And I'm winding yarn," Kay adds, gesturing with his hands to show them the purple yarn wound perfectly around them and feeding into Bodhi's project.

"Which is also just as important," Bodhi says, deliberately, in Jyn and Cassian's direction, as if daring them to laugh.

"Yes. It is," Kay says, happily.

Jyn feels herself scramble for a reaction to all this that isn't collapsing into a ball of tears on the floor, which would be embarrassing, or fleeing from the room, which would be rude and potentially also embarrassing. Then again, sobbing in front of everyone might seem unappreciative, so that might also be rude. She doesn't have a lot of good options here.

She feels Cassian squeeze her bicep with the hand he still has resting on her arm, and she turns to him in tearful bewilderment. She sees some of her own fond confusion reflected back at her in his eyes, and just a little bit of I told you so in the small smile he gives her.

"I don't understand," she says, in his direction, but mostly to the others. "Why are you doing all this?"

"You're going to need clothes and things for the baby, and I assumed you and Cassian don't have much left from when you were that age," Baze says, as if this should all be obvious.

Jyn swallows painfully, the reminder of her childhood not being a pleasant one. But he's right. She certainly doesn't have anything from when she was a baby, and, knowing what she does of Cassian's past, it's unlikely he does either. Neither of them are really the sentimental type, anyway, by training if not by nature. At least, they didn't used to be.

Things change, though, she thinks as she covers Cassian's hand with her own. "No," she says to Baze, "we don't."

He nods, as if this was the conclusion he's been waiting for her to arrive at. "Where Chirrut and I are from, it would be your families that made such things for you when you're expecting your first child, so I thought we could put something together for you." He pauses, frowning. "Perhaps I should have--I didn't mean to assume..."

"No, it's--" Jyn takes a deep breath, overwhelmed. "Thank you."

"It means a lot to us," Cassian says to the group, as he wraps his arm around her shoulders.

Baze nods again, accepting their gratitude with his usual placidity, and Chirrut smiles down at his project. When she catches Bodhi's eye, he winks at her before turning his attention back to his stitches and K2 naturally has no idea that any of this emotional upheaval is happening right in front of him. Jyn feels more stable now and less like she might start sobbing at any moment, but the threat of it is still very real when Cassian tightens his hold on her, bringing her closer into his side.

"Alright?" He asks, quietly enough that only she can hear.

She feels a single tear roll down her cheek and hurries to brush it away, and when she looks at Cassian, she can see his eyes shining with moisture as well. At least she's not alone, she thinks as she smiles up at him.

"Yeah, I just...I'm a little overwhelmed. I mean, look at all the stuff they're making us!"

"I know," he says, fondly. "This baby is going to be so lucky, having all these people to love them."

"Right, that," Jyn says, waving a hand. "But seriously, look at all those baby socks!"

"Yeah, I see them. What's wrong?"

"It's just...how many feet do they think our baby is going to have?!"

Cassian glares at her and she can only withstand it for about a second before she starts laughing. He pulls her into his arms and she can feel him laughing too.

"Whatever happens," he says, as he kisses the top of her head, "we've got them covered."

#sorry this took me a literal eternity to write #tumblr did eat my draft of it once #and that was definitely the best version #and i tried to recreate it like six different ways and none of them were right #i hope it turned out okay in the end #it takes a very special prompt for me to be like 'yeah i'll write about pregnancy actually' #but this was the one #love me a rogue one it's true #sometimes you just have to drop everything and design the rebel alliance's parental leave policy from scratch in your brain #it's not like george lucas was gonna do it for me!! #anyway here's wonderwall #three sentence fic #LAUGHABLE HONESTLY #this is nearly 5k.....girl what #mw #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #rebelcaptain #k2so #bodhi rook #baze malbus #chirrut imwe #can't believe i wrote something in canon... who am i #HEAVILY MODIFIED CANON BUT STILL #pregnancy tw #ask #philtstone #otp: built on hope #otp: your mother and i have been together ever since

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roses and riots: chapter 1

i could count the stars (wait until the dawn

notes: apoc au ^-^ this has been in the works for a while, so hope u guys enjoy! thanks to @b1rdza for the title and the letting me plan things w them :}

tws: blood, injury, violence, talks of death and zombies

Ranboo stared at his phone, slightly cracked and looking worse for wear, reminiscing over the photo on his lock screen. A picture from two months ago of him, Tubbo, and Tommy beaming at the camera. Ranboo returned the smile. Probably a picture Wilbur took on their moving day.

Two months ago, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo began living together. Two months ago was the last time everything was normal.

Ranboo leaned against the wall of the now crumbling apartment and laid his head back against the foggy windows with a sigh. He could hear Tubbo in the other room quietly singing a cheerful tune and fiddling with some new gadget on his own. Tommy still wasn’t home from the scouting trip he had left for hours ago, and as the minutes ticked by, more and more anxiety gnawed at Ranboo's stomach.

Speak of the devil, Ranboo thought to himself as the communicator next to him began to buzz. It was Tommy, unsurprisingly. Ranboo gingerly set the phone down and picked up the other device. “Hello?”

“RANBOO, GET - krzzkr - HERE, THERE’S - skrzzkz - FUCKING HORDE HEADING OUR - krzzssz - HELP-”

Ranboo flinched and held the speaker away from his ear as he sprang to his feet. “Oh god, alright. Hold on, Tommy, I’m getting Tubbo and we’re going. Where are you?” He pulled on his boots and grabbed the musty red rucksack that hung next to the door.

“WEST- kzzszrt - NEAR THE DINER-”

“Just stay calm, Tommy, find a hiding place, you know the drill,” he knocked on Tubbo’s door urgently, but there was no response. "Are you k- whatever," Ranboo threw open the door, muttering to himself. Tubbo yelped in surprise as the door swung open, flinging his arm out and knocking his project onto the carpet. “We’ve gotta go,”

Tubbo took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, bossman?”

Ranboo began to explain, but Tommy seemed eager to take matters into his own hands.

“TUBBO, THEY’RE FUCKIN’ AFTER - skrzztz - YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE - kryzztz - TO GOD I WON’T FORGIVE YOU IF I DIE,” he yelled through the radio. Tommy was breathing heavily, and Ranboo and Tubbo could hear quick, heavy footsteps pounding against the pavement.

“Oh fuck, okay, we’re coming, Tommy!” Tubbo grabbed his yellow bag from the foot of his mattress, abandoning his gadget and nearly knocking over his trash can full of failed prototypes. “Where is he?” he asked Ranboo, straining as he tugged his shoes over his heels.

“West Elm, near the diner,” Ranboo said as he pulled his mask over his face, leading Tubbo into the kitchen and grabbing his crowbar from the counter. “We’re on our way, just stay hidden and stay put.” Ranboo ended the transmission before Tommy could keep shouting at him and pulled open the door. “Let’s go, Tubbo,”

Tubbo hoisted his bat over his shoulder and tugged his goggles over his eyes. Wordlessly, the duo slunk out from the crumbling apartment building and down the street.

Nothing new, Ranboo noticed as the two speed-walked around the dilapidated city. Broken glass lined the pavement in front of shopping outlets, rotting wooden planks covered doors and windows, and the smell of flesh and blood filled the air around them, pungent and nauseating. The acrid scent slithered through the mask over Ranboo's nose and snaked into his nostrils, and he fought back the urge to heave as he swallowed the bile rising in his throat.

Rapidly rounding a corner, Ranboo tore his eyes away from the city scenery, stifling a gasp of surprise as he and Tubbo found themselves face to face with a gathering of the undead.

With bulging eyes and mouths lined with yellowed, broken teeth, the pack shuffled down the debris-covered road in the opposite direction, still oblivious to Ranboo and Tubbo's appearance. They seemed too busy tracking something out of sight to pay attention to the smell of fresh, unspilled blood nearby. Unfortunately, Ranboo realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach, the thing they must have been searching for was Tommy, and to find him, he and Tubbo would have to make it through the horde of the starving dead.

Tubbo stared ahead at the mob, a sour expression painting his face. "Don't tell me-"

"We have to, Tubbo. Unless you want to leave Tommy to die over there."

"I'm gonna be honest bossman, that sounds pretty fuckin' appealing right now," Tubbo replied dryly.

"I really hope you're joking," Ranboo answered. "C'mon," he urged, gripping the crowbar in his gloved hands, and charged forward like a bull.

The zombies, luckily for Ranboo, moved slowly, giving him time to react between attacks. He swiped nimbly with his left hand, slamming the metal bar into the face of a corpse, taking its head off with a satisfying crunch. Ranboo heard a grunt next to his ear and rolled out of the way right as an undead creature swung at him, nearly grabbing his arm and pulling him back. He brought the crowbar down into the skull of his attacker and looked away as the creature made a strangled sound in the back of its throat. Bobbing and weaving through the sea of the undead, Ranboo slammed the crowbar into every shambling body he could reach, over and over again. He yelped as he suddenly felt something grab his arm, sending a wave of pain up his arm from the iron-like grip. He wrenched his hand away frantically and stabbed the crowbar into the zombie's eyes. Breathing heavily, he scrambled away from the horde and into the clear at last. Ranboo gripped his sore arm and anxiously looked over the sea of corpses. Tubbo hadn't come out of the mob yet, and Ranboo's stomach twisted with fear at the thought of something happening to him.

A loud smack came from somewhere inside the cluster of bodies, and at last, Tubbo appeared, waving his bloodstained baseball bat like a madman and shouting a string of curses at the undead hands grabbing at his clothes. He ran to Ranboo's side, gasping for air. "Don't ever fucking make me do that again, okay?"

Ranboo grinned, relieved that he seemed unharmed. "Alright, alright, whatever," he said, flicking a drop of blood from his face. "We have to keep moving or they'll catch up with us."

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Tubbo and Ranboo slid open the diner door silently, stepping over the upturned chairs and tables as they walked into the abandoned building. "Tommy?" Tubbo whispered. "Are you in here?"

"Tubbo?" A voice answered. A head of curly blond hair popped up from behind the counter, and an unmistakable look of relief swept over Tommy's face when he caught sight of the two. "Thank fuck," he muttered, breathing a sigh of relief and dragging himself to his feet, hauling his backpack with him. "I wasn't sure how much longer I'd last." Crawling out from behind the counter, Tommy pulled his green bandana down from over his mouth again and faced the duo. "How'd you get through that giant fuckin' mob back there?"

Ranboo and Tubbo held up their crowbar and bat, respectively. "We managed," Tubbo said with a shrug. "That's beside the point though, why have you been gone so long? You were supposed to be back, like, two hours ago!" The three inched towards the door as Tubbo talked, slipping back into the streets and booking it in the opposite direction they came from.

Tommy huffed, trying to keep up with his friends. "Other than those dickheads back there keeping me away, I stopped by Phil's place for a bit to get us some food," he explained through deep breaths. "We haven't been able to get out much, thought it'd help." He held up his lumpy bag, obviously full of cans and boxes.

"Tommy, you know carrying food long distances is dangerous," Ranboo huffed, pulling ahead of the group as they rounded a corner. "Those things can smell just about everything, what made you think that was even slightly a good idea?"

Tommy made an indignant scoffing noise in the back of his throat. "Well, ex-CUSE me, Boob Boy, for wanting to help out you and Tubbo. That's my bad," he said, placing unnecessary emphasis on the last two words.

Ranboo rolled his eyes with faux annoyance as the three of them kept walking. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?"

"Not enough clearly," Tubbo answered, amusement obvious in his tone.

"Oh my god-" A hand flew over his mouth as Tommy suddenly took a sharp turn and flattened him against the bricks of a rundown building. Ranboo bit back a pained grunt as his aching arm hit the bricks. "I can hear those fuckers nearby," he removed his palm from Ranboo's masked mouth, and the three of them pressed their backs against the crumbling wall. "Is there another way we can take?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes darting back and forth as he strained his ears to listen for the familiar groans of the undead. "There are only a few that won't take us, like, two hours," he whispered. "Most roads loop around the city, and-"

"-and there's no way in hell that we'd make it back alive if we travel in the dark," Tubbo finished bleakly. He stared at the ground, lost in thought as though he were hoping the answer would write itself on the sidewalk. "So what now? Just stay here and wait until the morning? Surely not," he looked up at the other two. "I mean, that's a death wish right there,"

Ranboo and Tommy nodded silently. "I guess there's always Phil's place, but that's a couple dozen blocks down the road," Ranboo suggested, glancing up at the sky. It was only marginally darker than when they'd left, but Ranboo knew the light wouldn't last for much longer - especially not with the luck they'd been having. He absently rubbed his sore arm, careful to keep something from hitting it again. "We'd have to leave now to be there before dark,"

"Don't tell me we have to fuckin' walk even more," Tommy griped loudly. "I just got back from his place, are you sure there isn't a faster way home?"

"We can leave you here with the horde, if that's what you prefer," Tubbo retorted. Slinging his yellow bag over one arm and hoisting his worn baseball bat over the other, he dashed down the street, calling to Tommy over his shoulder, "Hurry up, dickhead!"

"Tubbo, wait-!" Tommy shouted back as he and Ranboo followed suit, jogging down the sidewalk behind Tubbo to the safety of their friend's home.

It was nearly dark by the time the three came to the pale blue house. It sat on the city outskirts, barely safer than the houses on the inside but at least ten times cozier. Tommy rapped on the door raucously, and Ranboo and Tubbo cringed as the sound echoed, definitely alerting the nearby zombies to their presence.

They didn't have time to worry about that, thankfully, as Phil greeted them at the door, looking relieved. "You guys scared the shit out of me," he breathed as he ushered the three teens inside. "You can't just be out wandering and knocking on strangers' doors,"

"Phil, if you were a stranger, this would be very awkward right now," Ranboo said, kicking his boots off and shoving them in the corner.

"I'm- oh my god, you know what I mean," he replied exasperatedly. "Be careful out there, is all. I don't know what I'd do if you guys got hurt."

Silence fell over the group as they heard the subtext of Phil's words. 'If you guys got hurt again.' Ranboo peered over at Tubbo, whose hand had subconsciously drifted up to trace the burn scars that outlined his face. Ranboo's own hand had floated up to touch his bruised arm carefully. He wouldn't tell Phil about it. Not yet.

Coughing, Ranboo broke the silence as he drew his hand away from his injury and undid the clasp on his cloak. "Welp, uh, I'm gonna sit down if anyone else wants to come," he invited, plopping the heavy fabric in a pile with the rest of his things and wandering into the living room.

The fireplace was burning, and Wilbur laid next to the orange flames, half-lidded eyes staring sleepily at the ceiling. He blinked and sat up as Ranboo entered the room, still alone as Tubbo and Tommy followed Phil into the kitchen, discussing something Ranboo couldn't quite hear. "Hey, Rhombus," Wilbur smiled, holding back a yawn. "How goes it?" His eyes darted briefly to the yellow sweater Ranboo wore.

Ranboo shrugged, removing his mask and catching the brief smile that flickered across Wilbur's face. "Could be better, I suppose," he replied.

"I think you said that last time," Wilbur noted.

"Yeah, well, it's been hard to be great recently," Ranboo said, barely audible.

Wilbur nodded sagely nonetheless, shuffling away from the fire to sit on the carpet in front of the couch. "You're not wrong," he agreed. There was a moment of silence as Wilbur looked up at Ranboo, who sat stiffly on the sofa, clutching his arm lightly and staring blankly into the fire. "You all good?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Ranboo answered, blinking himself out of his stupor and brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "Just- pain is all. Nothing a little sleep can't fix," he insisted. Ranboo could see the doubt in Wilbur's eyes, and it made his stomach churn. He wasn't sure why. "I'm alright, seriously," he repeated. "I'd let you know if I wasn't, you know that."

"Right." Disbelief laced Wilbur's words, but he didn't pry, nor did Ranboo want to offer an explanation.

Wilbur opened his mouth to say something else, but he didn't get the chance as Tubbo peeped his head into the room. "Dinner's ready big man, if you're interested," he said, jabbing a thumb behind him towards the kitchen, the comforting smell of potato soup wafting through the house. "You too, Wilbur, I guess," he snickered.

Ignoring the lighthearted banter between the other two, Ranboo inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. It smelt like home, he thought, a small smile painting his face. Wordlessly, Ranboo padded through the doorway into the kitchen, where Techno, Tommy, and Phil sat around the table waiting.

"There you are," Techno greeted him, reaching for the soup spoon. "We were starvin' to death in here, c'mon man," he joked.

Ranboo huffed a laugh through his nose. "Sorry about that," he apologized, running a hand through his hair. "Been a long day." He caught Tubbo's eye, who agreed with a slight head nod.

"It's alright, mate," Phil assured him. He held the bowls as Techno ladled soup into them carefully. "We get it." Phil handed him a bowl, steaming and cozy, and Ranboo gratefully accepted. "Just hang out for a while, alright?"

The six of them sat around the small kitchen table, eating together and listening to the radio as songs old and new alike filled the air. Tubbo and Wilbur sang duets, and Techno and Tommy made increasingly strange parodies as Phil and Ranboo watched with amusement.

Tommy and Techno were mid-song about Phil when the music suddenly stopped, harsh static cutting through the joyful atmosphere like a knife.

"WE INTERRUPT YOUR PROGRAM FOR AN EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT," the prerecorded sample recited. "ATTENTION, ALL CITIZENS OF NEW LENSLING COUNTY: A MANDATORY EVACUATION IS BEGINNING TOMORROW AT 11 AM. ALL PERSONS LIVING IN THE CITY MUST RELOCATE BEFORE THE END OF THE WEEK."

The once bright mood at the dinner table quickly sank, dread and icy cold fear replacing the warm feeling of family and safety.

"What the fuck?" Tommy murmured, turning the radio volume up to the max.

"COUNTY OFFICIALS WILL BE INSPECTING HOMES TO ENSURE THAT EVERYONE HAS EVACUATED. SAFE CITIES ARE AS FOLLOWS: ATTSTONE, WORWICKE, LANGSTEDSHIRE, SHANTOWSEA, AND SOUTH BIRBED. FURTHER QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED AT-"

Wilbur turned off the radio with a harsh slam. "Great," he growled. "What the fuck do we do now? Surely they don't expect us to just be happy with this!"

"All our shit is still at home!" Tubbo added, agitated. "There's no way we have time to grab it tonight, and it'll take ages to get back to the apartment in the morning!" He grumbled. "This is bullshit!"

"Calm down, you two," Phil cut in, trying to curb the anger bubbling in the air. "We'll figure something out, okay?"

Tubbo and Wilbur had the same disgruntled look in their eyes, jaws set and eyes shadowed. "Fine," Tubbo muttered, standing up to look at Phil. "Tell us then, what's the plan? Do you even know what's going to happen to us?"

"Tubbo," Ranboo warned. "Calm down. We're all figuring it out as a group."

Tubbo folded his arms and sat heavily in his chair, still irritated.

Techno was already rifling through his things for a map of the county. "The safe zones were all cities nearby," he said, seemingly to himself. He rolled a thin map out over the table, careful to avoid the drops of soup. "Attstone, Worwicke, et cetera. The closest one to us would be-"

"South Birbed, innit?" Tommy finished, shoving his now-empty soup bowl out of the way to lean over the table. "It's 'bout a week-long trip on foot," he explained. "We could be there in no time if all of us leave first thing in the morning,"

"Hold on, Tommy," Techno stopped him as Tommy took a breath to say something else. "One of us needs to stay behind and let someone know where we're goin', right Phil?"

"They need to send a message to all the safe zones to tell 'em how many people to prepare for," Phil confirmed. "I'll stay behind, tell whoever may stop by that the six of us are heading south, yeah?"

Ranboo and the other four shared a look of hesitance, none of them quite sure how to respond. "I don't want to leave you behind, Phil," Ranboo admitted. "Are you 100 percent sure you'll be alright on your own?"

Phil waved a hand dismissively. "You don't have to worry about me, mate. I'll catch up with you all in no time."

Phil's promise sent a wave of relief around the room. Wilbur and Tubbo looked more at ease, and Ranboo, Techno, and Tommy all breathed a sigh. "We should probably pack up our shit, I guess." Tommy rose to his feet, stretching and yawning. "Early start tomorrow, aye?"

They all stood, some more hesitant than others, and dispersed to their respective sleeping quarters. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo trekked upstairs single file, carrying their bags, weapons, and everything in between into the large bedroom silently. It wasn't like they hadn't done this same thing before, but something about knowing it might be the last time for a while made the mood feel more somber than usual.

Tommy flopped onto the large, pillowy mattress with a sigh. "I can't believe we're being fuckin' kicked out," he muttered crossly, a change in mood from the upbeat leader persona he'd put on downstairs (probably to prove himself to the adults). "And to South Birbed of all places!"

Ranboo snorted, his eyes crinkling up with laughter. "What did South Birbed ever do to you?" He asked, watching as Tubbo crawled onto the bed next to Tommy.

"I dunno, it just seems like a shit city," Tommy shrugged.

Tubbo smacked him with a pillow, and Tommy yelped in protest, shouting a string of curse words at his assailer. "Mercy, mercy!" Tommy begged as he and Tubbo began a pillow fight.

Ranboo looked on with mild intrigue but didn't join the party. Instead, he slipped away from the other two into the bathroom and shut the door.

He pried his gloves off his hands and rinsed his face, desperate to clean the dirt and grime from his forehead and fingers. Ranboo stared at himself in the mirror, watching beads of water run down his face. He looked like a mess, he thought briefly, before drying the water with a towel. He winced, feeling a shock of pain flow up his arm as he blotted the water with the scratchy cloth. Deftly, he rolled up his sweater sleeve to examine his arm.

A little bit of broken skin, Ranboo noticed. He caught sight of a few small indents, which he assumed were from fingernails digging into his arm when the zombie had grabbed him. He made a mental note to keep checking the wound before it got infected and rolled his sleeve down again.

With a newly clear head, he reentered the bedroom quietly. Tommy and Tubbo had already claimed the bed, he noted, as the two laid on either half of the mattress, Tommy's head and Tubbo's feet on one end and the other way around at the foot of the bed. Ranboo sighed as he realized he'd have to sleep on the floor. Swiftly, he snagged a pillow from the bed, careful not to wake the already-snoring Tubbo, and dragged a throw blanket from a basket to sleep beneath. Begrudgingly, he laid on his makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling.

He had never noticed it before, but shining overhead was a galaxy of artificial stars, blinking and twinkling. The question of "why" briefly crossed Ranboo's mind as he stared at the bright little shapes above him. It made sense, he supposed, since the room belonged to Wilbur years before he, Tommy, or Tubbo ever stayed there. Still, he thought, it was surprising that Phil had kept them up there after all this time. Maybe he wanted to keep a little piece of the good times with him.

Ranboo felt a pit form in his stomach as he thought about the future (or possible lack thereof). The uncertainty made his stomach churn as he yawned, eyelids drooping. Thoughts of traveling and an image of the artificial galaxy were fresh in his mind as he rolled over that night, shutting his eyes and letting the darkness of sleep wash over him at last.

#ranboo #tubbo #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot #technoblade #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #blood tw #injury tw #violence tw #zombies cw #my writing

[honklore]

hello! i just found ur blog and omfg i’m in love with your writing style! may i pls have some soulmate au hc’s for a reader who’s an artist? (i’m indecisive so you can choose who the hcs are with!) so like (insert cc u write for here) has got paint stains on his hands and like assorted sketches and stuff on his skin all the time from his soulmate. ty so much!! :]

masterpiece | quackity

(gn reader, quackity is the loml, reader is so talented but v messy, chat teases q to no end, quackity is the biggest softie in the world but refuses to acknowledge it, plantain slander)

listen to: rainbow connection (cover) by sleeping at last

sweet quackity :((

it starts when he’s eighteen, and it happens like almost immediately

he got these splotches of purple on his hands and his mom was like ?? are u getting into fights ?? are you okay???

and q rlly doesn’t mind aside from the weird questions when the colors are a little too close to red or purple

but!! nowadays mostly you just sketch w a pen

it’s during your classes usually,,, ur an art history major and you need something to occupy your hands (which is actually why you started drawing in the first place)

so during the day quackity will acquire lil sketches of famous paintings,,, or sometimes originals,,, but they’re always washed off before the day is done

sometimes random art facts/theories/studies but he has no idea why someone would write him about van gogh’s use of color

*cue u aggressively scrubbing your skin in the shower bc you always forget how permanent the ink is*

quackity is sort of... hesitant when it comes to writing on his skin. esp with streaming, he’s scared that fans will react badly ,, that negative thought keeps him at bay most days

but sometimes he writes lil notes on his legs,,, where chat won’t see anything ,,,, and they’re always either rlly sweet or rlly weird

(hope ur having a good day)

(hey bestie :P )

(soulmate my beloved)

(will u be the howie mandel to my dr. phil)

that last one made you genuinely worried for your future

badly drawn picture of a duck holding a briefcase (this is me)

which confuses you but as he draws more, you begin to associate him with ducks, and sometimes the duck wears a tie, and sometimes a beanie, and one time he had a giant blue axe which kind of concerned you

but you digress

when you get stressed u finger paint

and it’s just a way to create chaos and feel the cold paint on your skin like idk it’s relaxing yknow :)

quackity is streaming

and he doesn’t realize what’s happening. he’s reacting to attaway general,, and he’s kind of invested

it’s only when he pauses it to make a point that he notices

and he tries to hide it but chat notices right away

panicked!quackity

it’s not that he doesn’t trust chat he just knows things can get negative quickly and he wants his space to be free of that

but someone donates “artist q?”

and quackity lets the joke run

he stands up and pulls the mic super close to his mouth

“i’m in my artist arc chat! nihachu watch out >.>”

“CHAT WE’RE POPPIN OFF I AM A PAINTER NOW I PAINT”

it’s literally so silly bc q knows that chat knows but they’re letting him do his bit

and later that night he checks twitter and artist q is trending, but quackity’s soulmate is also trending

it’s all mostly supportive, and there’s already some rlly endearing fan art of quackity with paint all over his hands

quackity private tweet: ❤️❤️❤️

and he gets a lil confidence boost after that

answers questions abt u on his alt

tells the story of his mom thinking he was getting into fights

“guys paula is still my number one and my soulmate will just have to understand that”

“we already agreed we would both reject each other for taylor swift chat it’s fine”

answers donos and doodles on his hand

which he can do now bc chat knows!!!!

(you’re so talented your honor)

(have you ever seen attaway general?)

(charli d’amelio is in it)

(charli d’amelio is in it shit dixie sorry)

and you’re like !!! it’s on my hand !!!! it’s not hidden at all !!!

this image is so endearing to me like you’ve got paint stains all over your hands and quackity’s scrawl is filling in the empty spaces like he didn’t want to interrupt your work

duck with a beret, a mustache, and a paintbrush (this is me now)

ik he is going to share the most mundane things in a way of showing his love

(i listened to this song the other day)

(i bought a literal plantain today those things are big as shit)

(update: not good :/)

(i’m writing lore)

(i have an exam tomorrow)

just :(( sweet quackity wants u to know every little detail abt his life bc he wants u to know him

and you reply when u can

(added to my playlist!)

(i like plantain chips but i’ve never had the fruit alone)

(rip buddy :/)

(lore? like fnaf?)

quackity finds out you know extensive fnaf lore and the two of you stay up arguing about which is worse: the bite of ‘87 or the bite of ‘83

both of your legs look like newspapers that night and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get all of those off

one day you’re painting smth and quackity randomly gives you his discord

(add me and we can watch game theory together and see who is right)

the two of you end up watching it and getting in call with each other

when you hear his voice it’s like everything falls into place

he fills in all the empty spaces,,, answers all the questions you didn’t realize you had,,,, and he’s so wonderful that you find yourself missing him dearly whenever he’s not on call with you

you join him in calls on his streams sometimes like for jackbox or when he’s cooking

“CHAT MY SOULMATE IS A CHICA KINNIE”

you stop joining him on calls on his stream /s

but chat loves you and always takes ur side over q’s

you get tons of followers on your art account and you even get to sell some of your paintings!!

ur new favorite colors to use are blue and yellow i don’t make the rules

but everyone starts to catch on and they find it really sweet

you catch up on quackity lore solely for him and declare yourself a c!quackity apologist

you’ve definitely retweeted the meme that’s like “if villain bad why hot”

when u guys meet quackity kisses your forehead :((((

when you

a drawing of two ducks holding hands (this is us)

thank you for the kind words and for requesting !!!

#quackity au #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #dsmp fluff #dsmp au #dsmp x reader #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

[peachy-rambles]

Peachy xir,,, can we please get some fluff?? As a treat?? We need the serotonin. the happy brain juice if u will.

Fluff as per requested! I hope you like Michael because I was in the mood to write him UwU

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Michael loved his grandparents!

(Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should call them his Elders, to show them respect. But he liked grandparents better!)

Grandpa Phil and Grandpa Techno were the best!

They visited him a lot when his dads were busy, so Michael wasn't always alone. Usually when they visited, they brought him lots of gifts and Michael's dads even let him go outside with his grandparents sometimes! He always had lots of fun with them and he loved them so much.

Michael was still learning Common and mostly knew Piglin, so sometimes it was hard to talk to other people, including his dads. But Grandpa Phil and Techno both knew Piglin! Phil couldn't speak it ("He has the wrong vocal chords," Grandpa Techno had told Michael), but he understood it and would listen to Michael babble in Piglin. He'd nod along and talk with him in Common. But Grandpa Techno knew Piglin AND could speak it! It was so easy to talk to Grandpa Techno and Michael loved hearing Techno tell him stories in Piglin.

Both his grandparents had lots of great stories! Sometimes they told him about an ancient Empire they once ruled together, sometimes they told him about adventures they had before their Empire or sometimes adventures they had by themselves. (He didn't like those stories as much. He liked it better when they told him stories when they were with each other.)

Michael learned that Grandpa Phil was really good at making clothes. He usually had some new clothes for Michael when he visited and had even made a little red cloak for him that looked just like Grandpa Techno's! The gold eyepatch Michael wore outside sometimes to cover his missing eye had been made by Phil too. Michael loved all the clothes Grandpa Phil made him, they were always so warm and comfy, and perfect.

Grandpa Techno always had lots of gold for Michael. The first piece of gold he'd ever given Michael was one of many gold rings Techno used to wear on his fingers. It had been the first time Michael had met him (it hadn't been the first time they met, it was just the first time Michael remembered) and Michael had been sitting in Techno's lap, fascinated by the gold rings Techno wore.

Before Grandpa Techno had left, he'd taken off one of the rings (the one with a small white diamond inlaid in it) and slipped it onto Michael's small wrist.

Michael had been so overjoyed because somehow he knew exactly what Techno's gift meant - that Techno had accepted Michael as his family, that Michael was a part of his Sounder and that Techno was a part of Michael's.

Techno brought Michael lots more gold after that, but the ring was still Michael's favorite and he treasured it.

One time when his grandparents came over, Grandpa Techno was holding a small blanket in his arms and Michael could smell an unfamiliar scent coming off of it.

Techno had kneeled down to show Michael the blanket and in it, a small white face had peered back at Michael.

It was a baby polar bear.

Michael had never seen an animal like it before and was fascinated by the small cub. He spent the day being supervised by his dads and grandparents, playing with the cub and by the end of the day, he'd fallen asleep with it curled up by his side.

He got to keep the polar bear and named it "Mimi".

While Michael loved when his grandparents visited him, and all the gifts they gave him, his favorite thing to do with them was go outside.

His dads didn't trust the outside world, had warned them that it was dangerous and there were scary people who wanted to hurt him. But they knew they couldn't keep Michael inside forever and would sometimes take him out for walks. But they were usually busy most of the time, so sometimes when his grandparents visited, they'd buddle him up in his warm winter clothes and take him outside into Snowchester.

Mimi would always come with them, attached on a lead that Techno or Michael would hold onto. They'd play in the snow, running around and making snowmen. Grandpa Phil even started a snowball fight once when he threw a snowball at Grandpa Techno. Michael had lots of fun that day and laughed as they all threw snowballs at each other.

A few times his grandparents brought him outside of Snowchester, to see the rest of the land.

Michael will never forget the first time they all stepped through a Nether portal and into the Nether.

It was so pretty and amazing, and the place felt strangely familiar to Michael! But they didn't stay there long, walking to another portal to bring them to his grandparents home.

He liked his grandparents home. There were a lot more animals there that Michael got to see and he got to play with all of their dogs. He even got to see some puppies that had just been born and hold one!

His grandparents had lots of cool stuff and so many books inside their house. Michael still couldn't read Common yet, but Grandpa Phil gifted him a few of their books and promised to read them with him back at Michael's house.

(Grandpa Techno had slipped in a book he said was called the Princess Bride and that it was his favorite, but that Michaeal could not tell anyone. Michaeal nodded vigorously and promised, just as long as Techno promised to read it to him.)

His grandparents also showed Michael their weapons and equipment while Michael was at their home. Grandpa Techno even showed Michael all the different types of swords he'd made himself.

"Will you make me a sword when I get older?" Michael asked him.

"No," Grandpa Techno had said and laughed when Michael pouted, "I'll teach you how to make your own sword. Every Piglin gets taught at some point in their lives how to make their own weapons."

Michael did in fact, already have his own gold sword back home, but it was very old and not usable. His dads told him that he had it when they found him, but Michael doesn't remember how he got it or why.

Michael doesn't remember anything before his dads, actually.

His dads told him that he was really sick dead, he'd been a lifeless zombie and just an empty husk when they found him, and was for a long time. But Grandpa Techno gave his dads a special golden apple that made Michael all better. Michael still only had one eye and one ear, but the rest of him was fine. He wasn't sick at all anymore and was really healthy.

He couldn't remember anything from when he was sick or anything before then, but that was ok, it didn't bother him. His dads and grandparents assured him it was fine and he believed them.

He was happy - he had his dads, his chicken and Mimi, he had his Uncle Tommy and Aunt Niki, and he had his grandparents! He was happy with his family - his Sounder - and that's all he cared about.

But he did miss his grandparents because they hadn't visited him in a while. He started to get worried and even Mimi sensed it, getting anxious and pacing around the house most days. His dads didn't tell him anything, not even when he asked where his grandparents were.

But then, one day they showed back up!

They looked...a little different. They were wearing their armor and had their weapons on them, they even had a few bags with them. They took their armor off and put their weapons away when they came inside, and Michael saw that Grandpa Techno had a new scar on his face, with bandages on his arms. When Michael asked if he was ok, Grandpa Techno just shrugged and said he got into a bad fight with a mean "authoritative" Creeper.

Michael spent the day inside with his grandparents. He would've preferred to go outside, but he hadnt seen them in so long that he was happy just to be with them.

Grandpa Phil cooked them dinner while Grandpa Techno let Michael tell him about all the things he'd missed while he was gone. He kept talking even during dinner and didn't touch his food much, too excited to eat. His grandparents didn't seemed to mind and listened to him with a smile on their faces.

After dinner, they all huddled up in Michael's bed, Phil holding Michael and Techno holding both of them as Techno read the Princess Bride to them. They all ended up falling asleep like that and that's how Ranboo and Tubbo found them when they got back home.

"Michael's going to be really happy when he finds out they're going to be living here," Ranboo said, smiling at them.

"I know. That's why I agreed to let them stay here until things die down," Tubbo commented with his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't exactly happy with the situation, but he knew it was the best considering the circumstances. Afterall, why would Sam or Quackity look for their escaped prisoner in Snowchester of all places? Especially since it was known that Techno and Tubbo were enemies.

They weren't, but no one outside of their family needed to know that.

Because they were all a family now - a Sounder, in Piglin terms - and looked out for each other, would protect each other where their past families hadn't. They wouldn't fail like before and would stick together.

(Michael was, in fact, overjoyed when he found out the next morning that his grandparents would be living with him from now on. The adults all smiled at him as he ran around the room in excitement, completely unaware as to the true reasons to this change. He was simply content that he wouldn't be alone in the house anymore and would spend lots more time with some of his favorite people.)

#techza #technophil #peachy wrote a thing #peachy fic prompts #this is kinda a mess and rambly #but i wanted to just get my idead down #also it's from michael's pov he's like 3 lmao #the mind if a child is simple and sometimes a mess #(that's the excuse i'm using anyway)