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soft--dragon · 2 years

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Yellows Roses and Flower Crowns

Word Count: 5,741 (oh my god almost 6k)

Warnings: None

Inspired by the absolutely wonderful fic Passerine, (don't worry this is all fluff) set in the time period when they were all kids. There are a couple of small references to specific things in the book, so big pog if you recognise them!

I don't think there are any spoilers for those who haven't read Passerine, but I highly recommend reading it, the book is amazing :D

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

"Getting tired, Your Princeliness?" Techno jabbed.

Wilbur growled, shoving his blade against Techno's. "Not on your life Pinkie."

The immortal didn't look impressed. "Pinkie?" He deadpanned.

Wilbur yelped when Techno swung his sword around unexpectedly, clashing his own against the weapon and wincing at the metallic ring of it. He'd been training for weeks now, the sound was still unsettling.

"Y-Yeah, Pinkie" he recovered quickly, trying not to show his dwindling stamina as the fight persisted.

He quickly swung his boot around Techno's ankle, hoping to make his mentor slip with the motion. He messed up the level of height however, just kicking the man's calf and making his own balance wobble.

Techno smirked in a way that made Wilbur's blood run cold. The older man then hooked his foot around Wilbur's knee, giving a hard yank that sent the prince to the grass with a shriek. Techno twisted the sword from Wilbur's hand, nabbing it with ease and pressed his boot to his chest to keep him down. It was all done in a blink of an eye.

Wilbur immediately tried to fight back, kicking and thrashing to remove the immortal’s boot but the pinkette's strength far surpassed his own, and he was left to wiggle around like a worm on a hook.

Tommy was cackling from the side-lines, clapping in his mirth as Techno watched unimpressed when Wilbur eventually slumped back on the grass with a overdramatic groan.

“Are you done?” He asked drily, dropping his sword to point at Wilbur’s throat.

The boy immediately froze, staring at the unforgivable metal glinting in the sunlight. He knew Techno wouldn't actually hurt him, but the sword was still intimidating as hell.

“You know, pointing a sword at a king’s son is treason” he tried, glaring at Techno though it clearly didn’t work as Techno tossed his head back with a guffawing laugh.

“Right, sure, lemme just yell to Philza shall I? Phil! Is pointing a sword at your son treason?!”

Wilbur’s eyes widened as he tossed his head backwards to see his own father, the King, watching them from the doorway of the courtyard, laughing at the scene. He waved pleasantly with a relaxed grin, a wave Tommy enthusiastically returned.

"As long as it doesn't hurt him I think it's fine!" He called back, mirth in his voice.

Techno's huffing chuckle made Wilbur scowl.

“Well done Techno!” Phil praised with a smile. “It was a good effort Wil!”

Wilbur flushed, stuffing down the urge to yell back at his father. He shouldn’t yell at the king. He was dignified after all. Tommy however, was not. He leapt up with a laugh, grinning ear to ear as he hollered back a response.

“Wilbur got his ass handed to him Dad!”

Phil chuckled with a slight lilt in his voice as he called back; “Language Tommy!”

The blonde giggled but did look a bit sheepish as he yelled, “Sorry Dad!”

Techno’s boot was taken from Wilbur's chest and the prince immediately sat up, grimacing at the dirt stain on his shirt. He'd have to get it cleaned now, unbelievable, it had just been washed the day before. Techno should be doing the laundry honestly, with how many of his garments got filthy due to their training.

In his peripheral vision, Wilbur caught sight of a hand. He lifted his gaze to Techno, the man was looking at him with a plain expression, not a tell of what he was thinking on his face.

“Like your dad said, it was a good effort, you lasted longer this time,” he grunted, his tone neutral. Not impressed, not harsh. A simple fact of Wilbur's progress.

Techno’s praise came far and in-between, given only in rare moments. They’d learned to accept it when it was offered, and Wilbur learned very quickly that Techno was passive aggressive with his words. So when he commented on his progress, good or bad, it was usually a genuine statement. The praise was welcomed after being kicked to the ground so many times that morning.

Wilbur sighed, lifting his own hand and letting Techno grasp it, hefting him to his feet in a smooth motion.

“Thanks” he mumbled, brushing himself off.

"Wil!"

The call made Wilbur cringe a little, turning his head and expecting a comment on his sword hand from his father. Phil instead waved him over, an almost mischievous glint in his ocean blue eyes. The brunette glanced at Techno who motioned him to go, leaving Wilbur to approach the King.

"Father?" He said curiously once he was close, "what is it?"

When Wilbur stopped in front of him, Phil leant down to his ear, a smirk on his lips. "Techno has a weak spot on his lower back, if you get the chance to use it against him, then do it, it'll catch him off guard, maybe even give you a win."

Wilbur stared at his dad in amazement at the admittance of a weakness for the pink haired warrior. He then grinned widely. "Seriously? Thank you Father."

Phil smiled with a wink, gently pushing him away. "Go take him down a peg or two, I'm going to check on Kristen."

Wilbur nodded, his grin fading a little in worry. "Tell mother I love her okay?"

Phil reached out and squeezed his shoulder gently, the warmth of his palm easing the twisting concern in the pit of Wilbur's gut.

"I will" he promised.

A sharp voice made Wilbur jump. "Wilbur! Hurry up! We're losing daylight!"

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "It's been a few hours since dawn, we still have ages of the day left" he muttered.

Phil chuckled, squeezing his shoulder again then moved away, sending a wave to Tommy and Techno. He gave Wilbur another reassuring smile, putting the last of the unsettled worry coiling in his innards to rest. Phil stepped out from the courtyard, his wings disappearing behind the arched doorway.

Wilbur walked back to the respective 'battle field' that was his hell. Techno was talking to Tommy with a calm demeanour, the boy excitedly rambling about something or other. He was talking too fast for Wilbur to gain a proper understanding but Techno was nodding along, adding his own input when Tommy paused to breathe.

It made Wilbur soften a bit to see Tommy so happy, and Techno looked relaxed. However, he had new information about the god, and a chance to beat him. Wilbur cleared his throat to get their attention. "Right, come on Techno" he kicked his sword up off the grass, catching it gracefully and spinning it.

Techno's eyes narrowed at him, a suspicious glint in his scarlet eyes. "You sound confident now, what did Phil tell you?"

Wilbur only got into a ready position, gripping the sword tightly. "We here to talk, or here to fight?"

Techno still looked skeptical as he straightened his posture, walking to take position on the opposite side of Wilbur. The prince swung his sword around before holding it defensively, lowering himself into the ready position that Techno had taught him. Techno copied his actions, eyes narrowed as he tracked Wilbur’s movements, ready to intercept any attack the younger boy could throw at him.

Wilbur waited for a long while, shifting his weight and clenching the sword’s handle to release the building nerves in his stomach.

A weak point on Techno’s lower back, that’s all he had to work with to get a possible win. His mind was swirling with possibilities for the spot being able to incapacitate the pinkette. A past injury maybe? Scarring or a tender spot?

Techno lunged forwards his sword aiming directly for Wilbur’s chest. The boy yelped, swinging his blade up to counter the blow, and sending Techno’s sword to the side with a loud clang. Tommy whooped, cheering as Wilbur struck down with his sword, bracing it against Techno’s with as much strength as he could. Techno looked barely phased by this as he shoved Wilbur off easily, spinning his sword around to come around at Wilbur’s left side.

The prince dodged the blade, side stepping to try and get behind Techno. The god’s red eyes narrowed at this, quickly spinning on his heel to swipe at the brunette. Wilbur just managed to avoid getting his curls sliced off, his attempts at getting close putting him scarily close to Techno’s sword, but he was determined.

Techno swung his sword up again and Wilbur met it halfway with his own, the metallic ring echoing through the courtyard. Tommy’s awed gasp made Wilbur’s confidence boost and he angled his sword to hook underneath Techno’s hilt, using his strength to yank Techno forwards. The god’s eyes widened as he stumbled forwards, not expecting the maneuverer. He’d used it against Wilbur before, but he was yet to teach the boy how to use it himself.

Wilbur immediately took the opportunity to slip behind Techno and took a hand from the sword, reaching out to prod sharply at Techno’s lower back in hopes of causing a flash of pain that would throw the man off.

To his surprise, Techno yelped and arched his spine, falling to the ground in his haste to turn and face the brunette. He hit the ground roughly, his sword slipping from his grip as he wrapped a protective arm around his waist, eyes wide as he stared up at Wilbur. The prince was gaping at him, disbelief clear in his chocolate brown eyes. Tommy had fallen silent too, watching with shock and amazement that Wilbur had managed to send Technoblade to the ground.

Eventually, Wilbur broke the silence. “You’re ticklish?” He spoke like he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea, it seemed so...uncharacteristic for the stoic and blunt god.

Techno glared darkly at the boy, sitting up on his elbows. “No, you just caught me off guard-”

“You squealed,” Wilbur was starting to grin now, eyes alight with a delighted and mischievous glint.

“I did not” Techno snapped.

“You did!”

“No I-”

“I can’t believe this! Father said it was a weak spot but I didn’t think he meant this!” Wilbur’s sword hit the ground and before Techno knew it, he had been knocked onto his back, attacked by a prince who was very set on proving a point.

Techno immediately fought back with a growl, “don’t you dare Wilbur, if you touch me I swear to god-” His voice was dark and promised Wilbur’s death if he didn’t heed the man’s warnings, but the brunette caught the slightly panicked tones underneath the threats. It only encouraged him in his attack.

His wrists were caught by Techno, clenched firmly enough to keep them at bay but not to hurt him. Techno was grunting as he tried to throw Wilbur off of him, but Wilbur wasn’t backing down so easily. He used all the strength in his body to keep himself locked in a stalemate, trying to push against the force holding him still.

“Wilbur” Techno growled again, glaring at the boy who was grinning evilly.

“Techno” he countered, attempting to use his weight to his advantage. “Tommy! Tommy, get over here and help me! Quick!”

Techno’s eyes widened as he heard the pattering of quick footsteps, swinging his head around to see Tommy charging straight for them. He dropped to his knees beside Wilbur who was still struggling to pin Techno’s arms down. He grabbed Techno’s bicep closest to him and Wilbur used both his hands on the other. Together, they forced the god’s arms down, wearing matching grins. The man in question stared up at them.

“Boys” Techno said calmly but with the manner of an oncoming storm. “You have three seconds to let go.”

Wilbur only giggled. “C’mon, if you’re not ticklish then this shouldn’t be a problem should it?”

Techno pursed his lips together. He was about to answer back with a snappy remark when a well placed prod on his side made him flinch. His gaze snapped to a certain blonde gremlin who was grinning almost manically.

Techno would deny to his grave - if he ever died - that the look made nerves gather in the pit of his gut. “T-Tommy-”

“Ohhh! Did he just stutter?!” Wilbur looked like a kid on Christmas, his eyes wide and bright.

“No I didn’t-!”

“He did! He did Wilby!”

“Help me roll him over! His back is the worst spot!”

Techno growled, and no, he did not yelp when they managed to flip him onto his stomach, struggling against the pair of boys who were dead set on keeping him down. “Wilbur if you do not let me up this instant- Tommy, don’t even think about it-!”

Wilbur only cackled and kept a secure hold on Techno’s arm, using his free hand to start pinching at the skin on Techno’s lower back. He was expecting a reaction, this spot sent Techno to the ground after all, but he was not expecting the loud yelp to leap from the man’s throat or for him to crumble to the grass and squirm frantically. His laughter was higher than you’d think, and it sounded happy.

“WIHihihil! Wihihihil ihihi wihihill kihihill yohohohou! Nohohoho!”

Wilbur shared an amazed look with his younger brother, his gaze dropping to Techno who wasn’t only smiling, but laughing. He didn’t think it was possible.

“You can actually laugh? This is a world changing discovery! Tommy, are you hearing this?” Wilbur’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Techno’s back, chuckling when the man gave a small buck and a gasp of laughter in response.

“Yeah! Oh my god! He’s so ticklish!” Tommy giggled, using one of his own hands to start prodding at the sensitive spot, Techno’s choked threats only encouraging him.

“T-Tohohommy! Tohoh- shihihit!” Techno bit his lip in hopes of muffling the embarrassing peals of high pitched laughter that was tumbling out of him uncontrollably. He was not successful.

He barely laughed in front of the two princes, much less smiled. The best they got was a huff of a chuckle or a quiet snort. Only Philza had bared witness to him truly laughing and that years ago.

Wilbur worked out very quickly that softer touch made Techno squirmier, bringing out a laugh he never would have dreamed of the god ever letting free. “Are you giggling?”

Techno managed to wrench the arm Tommy was holding captive free, bringing his hand to his mouth to force the light, tumbling sounds back. Tommy however, had other plans.

“Nope! No muffling your laughter you pink bastard!” Tommy’s hand on his lower back changed from poking to scribbling, his other shooting into Techno’s exposed armpit.

Techno was rather good at hiding reactions when it came to tickling, all things considered. It took many one sided tickle fights, and a lot of trial and error for Phil to find the soft spot on his lower back. The blonde avian worked out however, once you got Techno laughing, it was difficult for him to stop.

So, when a certain prince’s unrelenting fingers danced and scratched at his underarms, it wasn’t his fault when he squealed. Honest to god, squealed.

It shocked the royals into stopping in their attack, gaping at the red eyed god who had firmly clamped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide in mortification that he made that sound, out loud. They were never going to let him live this down, oh no, oh no, oh no-

“Holy shit-!” Wilbur burst into loud laughter, Tommy following milliseconds behind. “You- You just- how- Techno-” His words were lost in his swirl of giggles, making the god’s face go warm much to his bewilderment.

“He’s blushing Wil! Look, look, look!”

Techno shoved his face into the crook of his elbow to hide the pink hue in his cheeks, growling out threats and half assed excuses. He despaired that they’d managed to break him so quickly, but to be fair, he hadn’t been tickled since Phil left. He’d become unused to the sensations that were sparking like fireworks in his system, it was easier to take him down. Phil must’ve known that, why else would he set his son on a mission to attack him like this?

He was determined to preserve at least some of his dignity, no way was he gonna let them see his flush. No way in hell. The two boys however, had discovered something incredible, and like hell they were going to ignore it.

“C’mon Tech! Look at me! I wanna see the almighty Technoblade blush!” Wilbur called from behind him and Techno stubbornly shook his head. He refused to give them the satisfaction.

He felt nimble fingers return to his lower back, scribbling over the skin and making his shoulders jump to his ears as he was thrown back into helpless snickers. He couldn’t stop them despite his best efforts. His body was a traitor to his reputation. Unbelievable.

“Techie! Come oooooon” Tommy droned from his other side, squeezing his flank in addition to scratching his weak spot. Techno could hear his grin as he kicked out with a gasp. “Look at us!”

“N-Nohoho! Stohohohop- Wihihihil godAHAMNIHIHIHIT!” Techno’s fist pounded the grass in his hysteria as a rush of soft, tingling sensations spread across his lower back.

Wilbur had hiked up his white shirt from being tucked into his pants, lightly dragging his nails over the bare skin over and over again. All the while, Tommy tutted like a disappointed mother.

“Really Techno, we’re not asking for much, all we want is to see is the treacherous Technoblade is truly blushing! Stop being selfish!”

“SEHEhehlfihihish?! Tohohommy youhou’re beheheing riHIDICUlohous-! WIHIHIL!”

Wilbur hummed from where he’s skittering his nails into the small of his back, a wide grin on his face. “Oh? Being ridiculous now, are we? Tommy, see if you can get him to squeal again~”

Tommy’s fingers in his armpit again made Techno’s head jolt up with a yelp, his ears burning at the cooing behind him. “

“Toms, you weren’t kidding! He is blushing! Awwww!” Wilbur’s voice was a mix of both teasing and genuine amazement, never seeing the man in such a state. “Hey, do you think he’d scream if we used raspberries?”

That sentence was the final straw.

In a state of giddy panic and built nerves, Techno ripped his arms free of the mortal princes, grinning at their shrieks of alarm as he rolled onto his feet and lunged straight for the pair of them. He coiled his arms around their waists, taking them to the grass easily, forcing them to lay side by side as he planted his hands on either one's chest to keep them down.

It was now where Techno got to see the family resemblance between the boys and their father.

Immediately, Tommy started squirming, smacking at Techno’s hand that was pressed to his chest and keeping him there without too much effort. Nervous giggles already tumbling free as he watched Techno’s face for any signs of mercy.

Wilbur, on the other hand, instantly tried bargaining. Finding a route to grant his path of freedom and scrambling to get on it. Stuttering took hold of his voice in his effort to not laugh and ruin his chances of escape.

Both were things Phil did when Techno caught him. It made a familiar, mischievous feeling raise its head in his chest and take hold, a smirk lifting his lips, just showing a fang. “Oh, what have we here?” he hummed, his voice dark but playful.

“T-Techno- I’m sorry- w-we can go back to train- training right now- you don’t h-have to-”

“So you’re sorry now, are you? Now that you’re at my mercy?”

“Tehehech! Wehe didn’t mehean toho mahahake yohou mahad-!”

“I'm not mad, little prince,” Techno’s smirk widened to show his full set of gleaming teeth, all a little too long and sharp to be considered normal. “I’m enraged.”

Tommy tried to become one with the grass, sinking back as if that would save him from the monster looming over him. Wilbur seemed more concerned about getting away, seeing as his plea bargain wasn’t going to work.

Techno’s deep chuckle made them freeze in place. “Did your father ever tell you what happens when you enrage a god?”

Tommy and Wilbur hesitantly shook their heads, wearing matching anticipating smiles and it made Techno’s inner playfulness swoop joyfully. His red eyes were filled with faux anger as he leaned down to murmur, “You suffer for it.”

His hands dropped from where they were resting on the boy’s chests to their stomachs, his fingers vibrating mercilessly into the soft surfaces. Wilbur tried to curl into a ball with a squeal while Tommy threw his head back and kicked, all the while shrieking in laughter.

“Tehehehech!”

“Tehehehchnohohoho!”

“Something wrong, your Majesties?” Techno jabbed light-heartedly.

Tommy squeaked from where he was squirming in the soft grass, the tickling was fast and practiced, and so damn unbearable. “Thihihis ihihhis sohoho mehehean!” Tommy cried out, holding onto Techno’s wrist but unable to move him an inch.

“What? Gonna call for the guards?” Techno drawled.

“Yehehes! Thehehey’ll throhohow yohou ihihin jahahail!”

“Will they now?” Techno’s fingers spidered against Tommy’s side quickly, his ears twitching in his amusement at the squeal of laughter that left the blonde.

“Tehehehch! Tehehech ohohoho gohOHOHOD-!” Wilbur had tried to speak, trying to get out another bargain for freedom when the god’s hand lifted to try his ribs, the gentle tweaking and pinching at his sensitive rib cage making him buck with a yelp.

“What was that Wilbur?” Techno asked, taking his time to knead slowly between each bone, pressing his knee into Wilbur’s thigh to keep him down as the boy twisted in his laughter.

“Stohohop- stohohop wihihith the rihihihibs!” He gasped, attempting to block the area by squeezing his arms to his sides.

Techno snorted as his hand was somewhat crushed between Wilbur’s chest and his arm. “No? But your laughter is so loud, it must mean you’re having fun wouldn't it?”

“Tehehehehechnohoho! Noho- Nohohoho! Plehehehease ihihihit’s sohoho bahahad!”

“Really? Do tell me more Wilbur. Does it feel worse when I poke? Or when I pinch? Or how about when I scribble? Wilbur I need you to answer me please, it’s rude not to answer when someone asks you a question you know.”

Wilbur was a mess of hysteric cackles, trying to shove Techno’s singular hand away but failing horribly when his weak pushes only egged the god on.

“Trying to escape, are we? Come now Wilbur, did your father not teach you to face a threat head on? No? Well then, it’s never too late to learn~”

Wilbur arched with a shriek as Techno’s fingers dug into his upper ribs, scratching against the tender and sensitive bones quickly. His hair bounced with his squirming, throwing his usually kempt hair into a messy state.

“TeheheHEHEHCH! PLEHehehease! NOHoho mohohore!” He whined through his frantic giggling. It tickled so bad, he didn’t know how much more he could handle on his sensitive rib cage.

Techno hummed in consideration. “No more with the ribs? Okay then, how about here then, if it pleases his Princeliness?” His hand slipped free to scuttle his nails against Wilbur’s collarbone and jaw, a grin on his face at the high pitched squeal that left the brunette. “Oh? You’re a squealer too! Just like your baby brother, how sweet~”

True to his word, Tommy was in fits of giggles, squeals peppering between his boyish laughter as Techno clawed at his lower set of ribs.

“Tehehehech! Thihihis ihihis wahahay lohohonger thahan whehen wehehe tihihickled yohohou!” Tommy cackled, trying to turn onto his stomach to hide the sensitive bones from the god who simply held him back down again.

“I did say you enraged me Tommy” Techno rumbled, his smirk never wavering.

“Hohohow lohohong ahahare yohohou gohohonna dohoho thihis fohohor?!”

Techno thought on it then got an evil idea. “Hmmm, you remember when you asked me what 'slaughtered’ means, Tommy?” Techno snickered.

Tommy’s eyes widened and he whined through his giggles, smacking at Techno’s hand that was squeezing up and down his ribcage. “NohohoHOHO TEHehehech!”

“Oh yes, you’re gonna get slaughtered Tommy~ You’re gonna get tickle, tickle, tickled to death!”

Wilbur would’ve said something snarky back at the comment, knowing what slaughtered actually meant, if he wasn’t in the midst of dying himself. Techno had managed to scope out his worst spots in seconds, his claws vibrating at the muscle just above his hip. Wilbur was pleading through his laughter, shoving at Techno who would not be deterred in the slightest, intent on making both of them pay for their little stunt.

The morning continued, as did Techno’s merciless attack. He’d learnt that Wilbur’s hips were really bad, and Tommy’s belly was the same. He squeezed and pinched at the bones with one hand and scratched and scribbled into Tommy’s stomach with the other. The pair of brothers were lost in hysteria. The brunette cackled and kicked while the blonde squirmed and shrieked. Quite the duo of reactions.

“I’m gonna let you two in on something” he hummed conversationally over their wild laughter. “Wilbur, you laugh the same way your father does when he’s being tickled, and Tommy, you react quite similarly. Philza may be the picture of being regal and unmovable, but tickle him in the right place for enough time and he’s an absolute mess.”

Wilbur would’ve asked how the hell Techno knew that if he was able to form coherent words. His speech was nothing but babbles as Techno clamped his hand around his hip and squeezed sporadically. Tommy had just about rollen over with how much he was squirming as Techno scratched at his lower belly quickly, shaking his head so fast his hair waved.

“Yes, quite the fighter aren’t you Tommy? All squirmy and wriggly, like a worm-”

“TEHEHECH! SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Tommy squealed, gripping his wrist to bear the sensations scuttling all over his belly.

Techno hummed in mock surprise. “Shut up, aye? That’s a bit rude Little Prince, were you raised with these manners?” Techno asked with faux incredulously. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson about talking back to your elders in such a way.”

“W-WHAHA- WHAHAIT! WAHAHAIT TEHEHECH IHIHI DIHIHDN’T MEHEAN TO- NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!”

Tommy just about screamed when he felt something soft brushing on his stomach quickly, all the while nails scribbled into the sides of his abdomen. Techno chuckled.

“Sensitive to soft things huh? You really are like your dad.” The end of Techno’s loose braid flicked over the soft skin in a way that was unbearable.

Tommy finally hit his limit, tears of mirth budding at the edges of his eyes as he hiccupped and wheezed. “OKAHAHAY IHIHI GIHIHIVE! TEHEHECH!”

Wilbur had managed to gain enough air to yelp out a similar plea, the torment on his hips keeping him into fits of hysteric laughter. “TEHEHECHNOHOHOHO!”

Techno grinned, deciding to be merciful for once and backed off. He took his hand and braid from Tommy’s belly, as well as his claws tormenting Wilbur’s hip. The princes collapsed back in a mess of giggles, Wilbur curling into a ball to hide his sensitive hips from the god while Tommy covered his red face and wide smile.

“Learned your lesson you two?” Techno chuckled.

The brunette let out a sigh, laughter shaking the breath of air. “Yehes” Wilbur grumbled, rubbing at his sides and waist to get rid of the last tickling sensations.

Tommy’s voice was muffled as he pressed out a “Yehehah” through his lingering snickers, peaking through the gaps between his fingers. “Ihihi lehearned yohou’re mehean.”

The god chuckled deeply, wiggling his claws close to Tommy’s side again. “Mean huh? Want to find out how mean I can really be Tommy?”

“NoHOhohoho!” Tommy’s arms flung from his face, revealing his bright eyes and a warm grin that Techno would do anything to keep there. He held up his hands in preparation of fighting Techno off, (like he actually could,) all the while giggling madly.

Techno snorted and took his hands back. “That’s what I thought.”

Wilbur sat up, small titters leaving his lips as he smiled at Techno. “Yohou might be wohorse than Fahather when it cohomes to tickling” he admitted. “Ahand hehe cahan behe bruhutal.”

“Who do you think he learned from?” Techno smirked, his fangs flashing in the morning sun.

That made Wilbur’s eyes widen. “No way- you and Father had tickle fights together?”

Tommy’s interest also peaked, sitting up more in amazement at the idea of his dad and the god doing something so childish together.

Techno rolled his eyes. “Ask Phil sometime, I’m sure he’ll lie to you and say how many times he won against me. I can promise you, I was, and still am, the victor of our battles.”

The fact that neither Wilbur or Tommy argued with that idea made him snicker to himself. He really had shown them the wrath of the Blood God, a force to be reckoned with on both the battlefield and in tickle fights. Good.

Tommy then looked up at the man with a shy smile. “Techno?”

The god looked at the boy and arched his brow. “Yes Tommy?”

The boy swung up to sit on his knees and grinned sheepishly. “Can I braid your hair?”

Techno stared at him for a moment then huffed a laugh. He’d almost killed Tommy and the kid was immediately wanting to braid his hair again now that he’d dealt his revenge. Unbelievable. Yet he admired Tommy’s ability to bounce back though.

“Alright then, go on.” He motioned to his hair and settled back into a cross legged position.

Tommy immediately scrambled up to sit behind him and started untangling the previous braid he’d already done. Wilbur smiled fondly as he watched his little brother work, standing to fetch the flowers Tommy used in the braid. He took his time picking out the flowers, selecting the usual ones Tommy liked using as well as a few more for variety. He had a massive bouquet by the time he returned to the pair waiting under the tree, Tommy finished unravelling the silky pink locks and was now talking cheerfully to Techno who was listening calmly.

“Got them” Wilbur proclaimed, placing the assortment of flowers down carefully and plopping down beside Techno.

Tommy reached over to the bunch and his eyebrows lifted at the variety. “That’s more than I need Wilby” Tommy pointed out with a confused frown.

Wilbur chuckled. “I know Toms, these are for me to use too.”

Techno cracked an eye open to look at Wilbur. “What are you gonna do with them?”

The burnette smiled, bending the stems of a few flowers with careful fingers. “You’ll see.”

Techno grunted, closing his eye again and relaxing into the feeling of his hair being played with. It was relaxing, okay? Sue him for enjoying it.

The breeze was a nice contrast to the sun steadily warming up the land, keeping them cool with the added shade of the willow tree. It was a nice atmosphere for the three of them. The voices in Techno’s head had calmed down, now settling for a quiet hum in the back of his mind, at peace with the situation. Wilbur was the same way, the whispering in his brain almost completely gone as he weaved and crafted the flowers into his desired shape. Tommy braided Techno’s hair with practiced care, smiling to himself as he placed the flowers into the strands, remembering each one's meaning.

The scene was peaceful, untouched, perfect.

“Done!”

Wilbur’s voice made Techno flinch and something landing on his head made him jolt and snap his eyes open. Wilbur was grinning proudly and Tommy had started complaining about something.

“-not fair Wilbur! How come Techno gets one and I don’t?”

“I’ll make you one too Tommy.”

“Good! And make sure it has plenty of yellow roses!”

“Yes yes, I know they’re your favourite.”

“Damn straight!”

Techno lifted his hand to brush against the object sitting on his head, eyes widening when his fingertips touched the soft petals of flowers. He gently took it off his head to get a better look. It was a flower crown, woven with the same flowers in his hair and a few different ones from around the garden. It was well made, Techno marvelled at the craftsmanship, staring at the delicate garland.

“This...This is a flower crown.” His words were quiet, disbelieving almost.

Wilbur paused in his gathering of flowers, brown eyes flicking up to meet Techno’s. The irises were slightly nervous, like he was afraid Techno was mad. The pinkette felt a small stab of sadness that the young prince was still cautious of upsetting him with small things he did. Things he enjoyed and wanted to enjoy. Techno would never forget the look in Wilbur’s eyes when he caught him playing his guitar, worried he was gonna get lectured and got defensive for loving something as simple as music.

Techno softened his eyes and smiled appreciatively at the boy, dipping his head in gratitude. “Thank you, it looks good” he hummed, then settled it back on his head and closed his eyes, letting himself slip back into a meditative state.

He missed the wide eyed look Wilbur sent his way, as well as the faint blush that donned the boy's cheeks as he tried to shove down a smile. He thankfully managed to not catch Tommy’s attention with his flustered state, not wanting the blonde to see how much he was preening under Techno’s praise. Like said before, Techno’s gratitude was not very common, and when he did show it, it made Wilbur glow with happiness.

He went back to making Tommy’s flower crown, keeping his face down to hide his remaining flush. He hummed a tune, something he could imagine strumming on his guitar accompanied by Techno’s violin. It was a nice thought, he really needed to get to writing this song. Tommy would love it.

Despite the bruises Wilbur got from the training earlier, it was a good day.

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mono-dot-jpeg · 3 years

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antarctic idiots [pt.4] - c!technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-), uh angst (if you squint)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.2k

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a/n; i forgot what my draft a/n said bc i accidentally deleted the og part 4 of this. but it's not like i wrote much for this part yet, so not much will change.

i think i did mention that i meant to make reader around techno's canon height so i think i've might've gotten it wrong in the last part but tbh idc too much abt it, i wanted reader to just be as tall as techno bc they're both piglins and yah know, big build go brrr

anyways with a whopping 195 votes for yes, reader will be fighting in the battle of the lake, although i won't write much abt it bc im bad at fight scenes

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"it's not like i have a choice, do i?" you moved to stand by techno and tommy, unsheathing your sword. you hear the sound of teleporting and within seconds, dream is right in the middle of the battlefield. you hid your surprise in seeing the male suddenly.

now i wasn't informed that tommy planned on working with dream for this... you thought, looking at the masked male.

"well, ain't this just fun." you said, catching dream's attention. both of you share a look (though you can't really see under his mask), a dead stare towards him as he nods at you in acknowledgement. you would have to talk to him later. "let's get this done quickly, shall we?"

"but who are you exactly?" sapnap had asked you.

"does it really matter when i'm about to kill you?"

"harsh." techno commented.

"says the one with the title of blood god." you shot back.

"this isn't the point! the point is..." you had long stopped listening to tommy's declarations and rants, patiently waiting for the battle to actually start. and start it did.

every move you made didn't even feel like you were doing anything. your muscle memory just guiding you through your fight. it didn't feel like you. your brain was on auto pilot. everything felt like a blur. quickly and almost underwhelmingly, the battle had ended with pogtopia winning.

you sheath your sword back to its normal place, right by your hip. your eyes half lidded and bored as you stared at tommy relish in the rewards of battle. "all of that for a fish?"

"not just any fish!" tommy huffed. you look at techno who has the same unimpressed look as you do.

"i'm going for a walk. i'll be back by night." you don't waste any time leaving, heading out to a much more secluded area of the smp. your thoughts mindlessly floating around as you take your time, walking.

"y/n."

you turn around, looking at the masked man, "dream."

"what are you doing here?"

"none of your business." a dead silence hangs for a moment. "i'm here for a favor."

"oh? is that so?"

"a favor that doesn't involve you. you don't need to know anything about it."

"well, if it involves you, it must be important. come on. we're friends, aren't we?"

"not on my own will. and not by yours. you and i both know we are not friends." your voice is low as you glare at dream. "we both have our benefits if we work with each other. that is why our deal exists. i would never want to work for you willingly."

"but i mean in a way, you're still working for me."

"that's what you think."

"i thought you said you fight for what you believe in." wilbur said.

"are you mocking me, mr. soot?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "i fought because it's not like i had much of a choice. tommy would've been on my ass about it if we lost."

"but you still fought. even if you didn't want to. you didn't even know who you were fighting for."

"i still do not know what i'm fighting for, even though you brought me here." you look at your hands, both of them shaking as you open and close your hands. "i was not myself during that battle."

"what do you mean?"

"i wasn't controlling myself. everything was a blur." you move your hands into your pockets in an attempt to stop the shaking. "i was not thinking, everything was like instinct." you explained it the best you could.

"is that the other reason you left l'manburg?"

"no. would you stop trying to figure that out?" your words held no sternness but wilbur knew better than to not push you further. you were never really one to try and hold your anger against someone.

"sorry. maybe you should just stick with techno for while? get some rest after that? i'm sure tommy won't go through much conflicts with others while you rest. i won't let him." wilbur put his hand on your shoulder. you sighed.

" 's fine. i'll be with techno then. i expect to have no communications alerts from tommy about fighting." you went to find techno in the ever so wonderful pogtopia ravine. wilbur watched as you left his view to find his twin.

"hello again tough guy." you entered the room, seeing techno turn his head to look at you before continuing to farm potatoes. "even after a battle, you're still working."

"revolution waits for no man."

"that is true." you sit next to a large chest filled to the brim with potatoes. "how are you after that battle?"

" 'm fine. it wasn't so bad." a beat of silence fills the room before techno speaks again, "are you okay?"

the question confused you, "what do you mean?"

"i saw you fighting in that battle. i knew that look in your eyes." you faintly think back to the fight, remembering how you didn't quite feel like yourself.

"was it that obvious?"

"maybe to me, i'm not sure about the others though. you didn't seem like yourself." he mindlessly harvests more potatoes as you rest your head against the stone walls.

you bit your lip, hesitant to tell him that he was right. were you even ready to fully trust techno with something like this? this may just be more important than i realize… you thought. “what did you see in my eyes at the time?” you asked, moving the subject just a little bit to move away from the main topic.

“... unrestraint. while your fighting was not very unrestrained, your eyes… they look hazed. i wouldn’t really say it was unrestrained but you seemed very spaced out and yet you still managed to fight like it was nothing.”

“i don’t really wanna talk about it, i still don’t know if i could trust you yet, mr. blade.” you joked, attempting to move the conversation forward to a different topic. “how long have you been planting these potatoes?”

“since i joined.”

“and when was that?”

“probably a week before i met you?” he guessed.

“that’s pretty impressive. you seem really focused on everything that you do.” you commented.

“it’s sort of my thing.” techno shrugged. “i had a 9 month war about potatoes.”

“holy shit. and you won?”

“of course i won.” he started to ramble about the potato war, while you listened to him in full interest. despite how ridiculous the whole war sounded, you had to admit it was pretty amazing.

“who knew the blood god would be so intent on beating a kid to win a war about potatoes.” you joked. “i never would’ve guessed that you would be so passionate about potatoes.”

“well, never judge a book by its cover.” techno hummed, wiping the leftover dirt on his hands as he finished farming. “you got any stories of your own to share?”

“i have a few. they’re not very interesting though. they were all stories from my times in l’manburg.”

“you lived in l’manburg?”

“i was the general of the army.”

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closhelby · 3 years

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HER. - Thomas Shelby

Smut

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: it’s peaky blinders, with smut

Word Count: 2472

AN: this is my first time writing smut, please give me any tips pls, it’s appreciate. It’s probably shite.

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She always was on his mind. The woman, that always read between the lines, always two steps ahead of him, and had an incredible eye for business. She had left him years prior, leaving for a top business school in London. they never had a title, a label on their relationship, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that they always, somehow, gravitated back to one another. Often people, especially Polly, would say that there was no way two people would be so alike, strong headed but only rarely clashed.

However y/n’s degree had finished and she was coming back to Small Heath for a period of time before she was going to figure out what exactly what she wanted to do. Y/n was actually great friends with the Shelby family, since growing up with them, living just down the road, they practically lived together. Y/n was actually younger than Tommy, she was ages with Ada and John. They were in the same class throughout school, Ada and y/n regularly wrote to each other, updating each other on Ada’s eventful life as a Shelby still in Small Heath and y/n’s very exciting studying life in London.

They had actually planned to meet up, for a nice and quiet drink at the Garrison on her return. The thoughts swirled in y/n’s mind as she approached the Garrison, it had just gone 6pm, and she knew as it was a Friday, she did have a possibly of bumping into her first, arguably her only love. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her head, she pushed open the door to see a fairly crowded Garrison.

“Ah, y/n, how was London?” Harry shouted, from behind the bar. Y/n smiled at him, walking over to Ada sitting in the back corner. “It was good Harry, nice to be back in this clear Birmingham air”. He chuckled slightly, “Whiskey coming up love”.

Y/n nodded, taking a seat next to Ada, giving her a cuddle, “Unsure if ive missed this place or not” y/n laughed slightly, eyes scanning the pub, looking for the one man she questioned if she did want to bump into. The pair was throwing back drinks like it was going out of fashion, knowing they would both regret this in the morning. Apparently, Ada wasn't allowing y/n to go back home, and in fact y/n didn't have a home yet and wasn't willing to go back to her parents, so Ada was insisting that she stayed at hers until y/n found a suitable place. Y/n didnt put up a fight, despite them both being hot heads, and taking absolutely no shit from anyone, men or woman, y/n didn't argue. She was actually really thankful for her.

They eventually stumbled into the house in the early hours of the morning, their laughs echoing throughout the silent house.

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The sun caught y/n directly in the eyes, quickly awoke y/n from her sleep. Her head felt as though someone had been hitting her head against the floor multiple times. Y/n continued to lay there, turning away from the sun, trying to keep the contents of her stomach from getting sprayed all over her and the sleeping Ada. She made an attempt at moving, sat with her head in her hands as she was trying to give herself words of encouragement to get up and make herself something to eat.

“Fuck sake, why do we do this to ourselves?” Ada moaned from behind her. Y/n scoffed, “ Your bloody idea”.

Quickly standing up, in hope she could get it over with quickly. The room continuing to spin, as she attempted to walk to the door. Ada following closely behind.

They both sat slumped over the dining room table, as they attempted to sober up and embrace the oncoming hangover. John now present, laughing at the two dying woman in front of him.

“Good night?”

“Always.” Ada grumbled.

Pol placed a plate in front of them, toast with jam, “Does Tommy know your back?

Eyes falling onto y/n from every person in their, “No.” answering quietly.

Attempting to change the subject, “Told myself I would start looking for a new job today, since I shall be staying here for a decent period of time.”

John raised his eyebrow, “Tommy’s looking for a new secretary.” A slight smile on his face, “You've got a good background, business and that”.

“hm, I don't think so Johny boy”.

“Don’t say no too soon, your a good asset to the business.” Pol added. No one was ever in y/n’s corner more than Pol, they would bang heads sometimes, as neither of them would back down. But she accepted y/n was the only one that had the best interest for Tommy.

The front door closed, and there he stood, the room turning to face Tommy, silence filling the room, then he broke it, “Heard you were back.”

“Yeah,” she replied quietly.

“Well, you know where I am if you need that job, I’m sure you’ve already been told,” he spoke, cigarette hanging from his mouth, as he walked away from them and into his office.

Y/n let out a breath, as though she hadn’t been breathing the whole time he was there. Ada smiled at her, placing her hand onto y/n’s, “I’m just going to get ready for the day love,” and off she went upstairs. The boys getting on with their day, and Pol following suit.

Y/n sat collecting her thoughts while trying to tell herself to face her ex lover, who she was still so deeply in love with. She tapped on the door slightly, opening it before opening it, “hi”, seeing his eyes flutter onto her shot tingles throughout her body, his eyes quickly looking away

“You can start tomorrow if you wish, I need a few papers signed and sent tomorrow. I can get your contract drawn up tonight.” He spoke, his eyes still not lifting from the paper in front of him.

“Yes, that’s fine 8am?”

“8.45, shop doesn’t open until 9. And there are others to set it up, that’s not your job.”

Nodding, “I heard you have a new woman.”

At this point he did look up at her, “I heard you had plenty men in London,”

She laughed slightly, nodding before heading to the door, “none were ever a patch on you,” closing the door, leaving a smirk on Thomas Shelbys face.

The following day came around, as y/n got ready for the day. Putting on a formal black tightly fitted dress, flats and pin curled hair. A slight tint of red lippy, remembering it used to be Tom’s favourite. Assuming Tommy wouldn’t be at the shop at this time, she took a whiskey with her placing it on the desk infront of Tommy’s office. The place was silent, despite there being other employees now starting to arrive, something calming about the place, almost the calm before the storm, she thought.

The hour was now around ten thirty, and there was still no sign of Tommy. She had already finished the papers he had left for her on her desk. It wasn’t the usual small Heath lady, she was educated, and to a very high level. y/n was sat twiddling her thumbs, awaiting Tommy’s arrival to get other things done.

“Y/n. My office please,” his voice low, as he stood behind her. She stood up quickly, following him into the private room.

“There’s your contract, if you wish to have a read over it. I see you’ve finished the work I gave given you for the day.”

Y/n took the contract into her hands, scanning for any mistakes or anything to question. But he actually was paying her nearly double the rate of other staff, and just over that the London rate was, “you’ve done your research eh. More than London rates, impressive. The peaky’s are stepping up in the world” Y/n smiled at him, as she placed the documents on the desk, picking up his pen, and signing it. Y/n Y/l/n. Followed with today’s date. That was now it, she was a Shelby Co Ltd employee.

...

The days turned into weeks, spending time with tommy while no one else was looking was becoming a regular thing. She now had her own place, just doors down from the shop. He would regularly call her into the office, and discuss things that he would usually never utter a word about. It had always been that way with them, since they were little, he would confine in her, telling her all the issue and problems he was facing, both in his mind and with others. But it was also coming to her attention that he was still seeing Grace.

Later on in the day, the clock chimes 11pm, as y/n sat listening to the music that takes her back to a child, while sipping a whiskey. The knock of her front door bringing her out of her daydream, she picked up her handgun that she kept on her at all times. Growing up with The Shelby’s, she had to protect herself in someway. She kept it behind her, out of view for anyone who was in front of her, slowly creeping up to answer the door. She swung it open, gun clocked and pointed directly in the face of Thomas Shelby. Not wasted, but defiantly had a few.

“Ah, can never change a Shelby girl eh” He spoke, laughing slightly as she lowered the gun and he stepped inside.

“Although, I’ve never been a Shelby girl, have I Tom?”

“Depends who you ask.”

She sighed, stepping in to the fire lit living room, “Drink?”

He nodded in response, and y/n began to pour him a whiskey, topping up hers and handing a full glass over to him. “Why are you here?”

He stepped over to her, the closest they had been together since before she left for London. He placed a hand on her back, pulling her head into touch his, their foreheads touching. The sensation ran through her body like the first time they had ever touched. He placed his hand on around the back of her neck, pulling her into him, his lips crashing onto hers. Their tongues intertwining with each others as the kiss started to deepen. Y/n reached for his jacket, pulling it off his back, before making her way on to unbuttoning his shirt. Tommy pulled the bottom of her nightdress up, y/n only allowing the kiss to be broken to allow it to come over her head.

Their lips syncing with each other once again as tommy took his now unbuttoned shirt off, moving onto unbuckling his trousers revealing his already hard length. He began to push her back onto the couch, untangling her lace thongs from around her legs. His fingers trailing over her already wet pussy, “Do it” y/n whispered as she pulled his face back up to kiss hers.

He didn't even wait as he shoved his length into her. Their bodies rocked in sync together, “Tommy...” Y/n moaned, her fingers trailing down his shirtless torso. The stars were starting to align, the room was warm, full of love. It felt as though it was five minutes but in reality it was around fifteen all in.

Their breath shortened as y/n’s back started to arch as she came close to climax, “cum for me”. He spoke, looking at her directly in the eyes as he rocked her world. The love, chemistry, love and lust, all so very present just as it was back how they were before. Both of them moaning in pleasure, as they both came at the same time. The deep breaths and steamy windows showing the passion that had just unfolded.

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It was a Friday evening, a week following the night of sin that taken place between Tommy and Y/n. They had still had the talks in private in the office, and on another occasion she was fucked bent over his desk after closing time. Y/n wasn't one to hide her feelings, it would always be present on her face so when it came to facing Grace in the Garrison, it wasn't hard to tell how y/n’s feelings were over her.

Pol chuckled softly, clocking the glare Grace was on the opposite end of, “If looks could kill” Ada joining in on the hilarity.

“She would've been killed 8 times over” Y/n replied, turning back to face the women. Whiskey in hand.

“Feelings still there for him then?” Ada asked.

“No, I wouldnt say so” y/n lied.

“Cant lie to a gypsy woman love” Pol laughed, y/n begining to laugh with her when the doors open to reveal Tommy and his two bothers. Tommy’s icy blue eyes scanning the room, a slight smile shooting over to Y/n before approching the bar where Grace was, where he stood there for a good twenty minutes chatting away to her.

“I cant take this anymore.” y/n looked over to Ada, who was rising her eyebrow while taking a sip of her drink. She was fairly close to them, and y/n being y/n liked to have a slight stir up now and again. She stood up, smile showing on her face as Pol and Ada laughed, watching her approach them both.

“So, hows your little fling going?” she spok loud enough that Pol, Ada, Arthur and John could hear her.

“Y/n” Tommy warned.

“Who are you?” Grace questioned.

“Y/N,” she responded, leaning herself against the bar, “The woman he has fucked behind your back multiple times this week.”

Pol snorted, almost chocking on her drink, “ I fucking knew it. Gypsy senses never lie.”

“To be honest with you Grace, you had absolutely no chance when Y/N came back” Ada added.

At this point, Tommy had moved y/n away from the bar, into the small room, “what are you doing?”

“You cant take the piss out of me, fucking me but then fucking her thinking youll get away with it.” she was pissed, and he could see it in her face. They had never spoke on their feelings toward each other. Everyone knew that it was always each other but there was nothing that compared to them, they always seemed to go back.

“I have always loved you but you left to go to London, I had people follow you. I knew what you were up to so I assumed you would stay down there, I assumed you had moved on.” He spoke, almost showing vulnerability.

“Oh I know. I can remember faces Tom. I think you forget I can see right through you,” she seethed, through her teeth, “what are you going to do about this?”

Tommy cupped her face, pulling her into kiss her.

“I love you.” He mumbled, feeling her smile into their kiss.

“I love you Tom,”

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thespoonisvictory · 3 years

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Okay, you don't know how obsessed I am with pre-canon stuff. Please share things.

ask and you shall receive!

Here is my lore document dubbed "The fuck it everything is canon au"

My version of canon: no sbi family canon! Even if it is best, I wanted to do elaborate backstories, and they are all Like brothers, with phil being Like a dad

Pre SMP Earth: Wilbur: he starts on this universe’s version of smplive. He meets schlatt and they become close friends. They start up business ventures together, only for it to go horribly wrong, with the server collapsing in on itself over time. Lost, he decides to try out tournament competition in the form of Minecraft Monday (I’d give it an actual name lmao), aka melees, pvp, etc. Think hunger games except voluntary and you don’t actually die.

Techno: becoming famous as a competitor on Hypixel! This is where he begins to take on the blood god persona, and develop a reputation for being a strong pvper. Looking for what to do with this, he joins, you guessed it: MCM

Phil: after holding a record for longest amount of time survived in a hard core world, he dies, thrusting his name up into fame in pvp circles. Sure enough, he gets invited to participate in MCM.

Tommy: still a kid lmao, but grows up as techno’s little brother in hypixel, idolizing him even as he grows more detached

Tournament Era: As fate would have it, crowd favorite Wilbur Soot (he’s not good at competing but charismatic and friendly) gets teamed with top competitor Technoblade (loved, but also feared and not treated kindly by some of his competitors)! No one thinks they’re going to hit it off, but even though they don’t win, they get on like a house on fire.

Shortly after, Techno and Phil get teamed, and then Phil and Wilbur, and there’s a moment of realization of “huh, we’re kind of a power trio, and all good friends now.” they mesh together unbelievably well as competitors, but also as genuine friends. Tommy is like the little brother hanging out with the cool older kids.

MCM essentially ends somehow, but while wilbur goes off to meet the sky gods and basically get traumatized in pursuit of knowledge and connections, phil and techno decide to take over a world: SMP earth

SMP Earth: for a while, phil and techno rule by themselves over smp earth, calling themselves the Antarctic Empire (their home base), but they quickly realize they need like… a pr person, because they’re good at the taking over but not the keeping people happy part.

Enter Wilbur. They invite him and he’s like lmao what, but accepts the job. He instantly starts making negotiations with other worlds, weaseling his way into the techno phil duo, and generally improving the now infamous rep they have. Og sbi is at its strongest here, and they truly do good work together

Wilbur’s work includes meeting Niki and having her as a liaison with Chelor, her home server (aka the loh fic I wrote), making connections just in general, and so, so much hearing out citizen’s complaints.

He also starts getting a lot closer with techno’s brother tommy, who he sees a lot of himself in, and tommy slowly starts to favor wilbur because he like, actually pays attention to him. Tommy starts business bay in some capacity, but also spends a lot of time shadowing wilbur and learning from him.

Things are going well mostly, but because of an elaborate conflict I’ve started writing out, wilbur gets into an elaborate argument with phil and techno about Political Things, and the Empire splits up for plot reasons I won't disclose in case I ever actually write it. While they try to pretend like this won’t affect their personal relationship, it clearly does and they all know it

This starts not only wilbur’s Words over Weapons policy, but Techno’s deep seated distrust of government and the belief it makes people and relationships worse, along with Phil siding with Techno over Wilbur (Tommy supports Wilbur, but quietly™)

What could’ve been one of the powerhouses of the universe with sbi’s skills crumbles due to ideological differences and personal issues, rip. Once again, they try to pretend like everything is fine, but in the next tournament they compete in together (this universe’s mcc 7 and mcc has been going on in the background whoops), it’s another big blow up fight that causes Wilbur to angrily leave over their loss, fracturing them fully

Hot off the anger of this disaster, Wilbur fucks off to the dream smp , where he meets up with Tommy, and the dsmp plot as we know it kickstarts.

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deadpatrol · 2 years

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May we see it?

Ask and ye shall receive, anon.

(Not yet edited) sneak peak of DSMP BNHAU chapter 1 below the cut:

(Written by @howtotrainyournana!)

Tubbo would like to say that he's fearless. He'd love to say that nothing phased him, that he'd taught himself better than to let anything get under his skin. He would love to say that he'd gotten rid of all his weaknesses, had shorn those downfalls of humanity off cleanly with a surgeon’s precision.

He hadn't, though.

Tubbo wasn't fearless. He wasn't cool, calm, and collected. He wasn't flawless, and worst of all, he had two huge, glaring weaknesses.

Two weaknesses that were currently being dangled by their throats over a lava pit by a villain.

Ranboo was unconscious. This was the first problem. If he was awake, he would be able to at least get himself out of there, maybe even Tommy. He wasn't, so that a backup plan that Tubbo had to shelve.

Tommy was very awake and very irate and Tubbo had to act quickly before he said the wrong thing and the villain decided the drop into lava was too slow an ending.

Tubbo grit his teeth. Breathed in. Breathed out. He had plans, for situations like this, ones he never discussed with his teammates because he knew they'd be shot down. For being too risky, for being too dangerous, for being too violent and immoral.

Tubbo could not give less of a shit.

"You'd best let my friends go, big man, if you know what's good for you," he called out to the villain.

The man turned his head slightly and looked back over his shoulder at Tubbo. He sneered, lip curling unpleasantly.

"Right, like I'm going to listen to a little pipsqueak vigilante like you. Do you kids even know how much trouble you've been causing me over the last four months?"

Tubbo figured the question was rhetorical, but he answered anyway, just to piss the guy off more.

"Oh, plenty, I would assume. It's not like you and your gang of idiots are much of a match for a bunch of teenagers in masks," Tubbo says, and he grins when the guy whips around in fury, Ranboo and Tommy swinging like marionettes in his hands.

Most importantly, though, is the fact that they're no longer dangling over the lava pit.

"You son of a-" the guy starts, and chokes off into permanent silence when Tubbo presses a button and three sets of arrows each shoot from Tommy and Ranboo's vigilante suits and clean through him. Another press of a button and the suits magnetize towards Tubbo, who darts forward to catch them and give the villain's corpse a solid kick to the chest. He plummets over the edge and Tubbo leans over to watch him disappear beneath the lava.

Tubbo grins.

No body, no cameras, no conviction.

"What the fuck," Tommy says quietly, and oh. Hm. That'll be a conversation for later, won't it.

"Don't worry about it, bossman," Tubbo says cheerily. "There's like a ninety-five-percent chance no one saw that."

Tommy just stares at him dumbfounded.

"That's what you think I'm worried about. The possibility that someone else saw, not the fact that you-"

Tubbo drops Ranboo to slap a hand over Tommy's treacherous mouth.

"We'll discuss this back at home," Tubbo says.

"Mmf-"

"At home," Tubbo repeats, smiling pleasantly.

Tommy shivers but stays silent when Tubbo drops his hand. Tubbo scoops Ranboo up in a fireman's carry and sets off at a trot away from the scene of the battle. Tommy follows, just barely noticeably reluctantly, in his footsteps.

. . .

"Tubbo you did what!?" Ranboo shouts.

Oh, wow, he's really worked up then. Ranboo almost never shouts at him, not with any real anger anyway.

"I did what I had to do," Tubbo says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He's busy at work on Tommy and Ranboo's suits, resetting the failsafes he used and double-checking that the others are still in place. He might need to run through the diagnostics again, he doesn't want to take chances. Maybe develop an A.I., just in case he's not there personally to activate them? It bears some thought.

"No, Tubbo, you didn't- you didn't have to do that, that was not something you should have- FUCK!" Ranboo shouts.

Tubbo startles. He's never really . . . heard Ranboo curse, before? At least not frequently enough to make it normal. This is maybe the third time he can think of, off the top of his head. Tubbo drops what he's working on and stands up. Folds his hands behind himself. Makes himself look up and across the room at his two friends.

Ranboo has his hands in his hair, tugging violently, purple sparks pouring off him. Tommy is slumped in the chair by the door, looking worn and tired and half a second from crying.

"I thought you knew I was prepared to do anything to keep you two safe," Tubbo starts, slowly. "I remember I made myself very clear about that, back when we first began all of this."

"Tubbo," Ranboo begs, near tears, "Tubbo I didn't think that would include murder."

"But it wasn't murder," Tubbo points out, because it wasn't. "It was self-defense. He was going to kill you guys, and me as well, if I didn't stop him."

"But you didn't stop him, Tubbo, you killed him," Ranboo says, pleads.

"I did stop him! I stopped him permanently!" Tubbo protests.

Ranboo looks like he's going to keep talking; Tommy looks like he wants to sink through the floor. Tubbo holds up his hand for silence. Ranboo, as riled up as he is, politely obliges.

"No, listen. We've been tracking this guy for four months. We've been targeting his informants, messing with his suppliers, interrupting his heists, saving his victims. He was always going to try and take us out. We were always going to get to this point. I was more than ready to do the old bag and tag, drop him at the authority's doorstep, but I'm also not stupid. Of course I was going to prepare for every scenario."

Tubbo quiets. Looks at Ranboo's face, full of pain and guilt. Looks at Tommy's face, full of understanding and resignation.

"This has always been a war. I just . . . I thought I wasn't the only one who realized that."

Ranboo snaps his mouth shut. Squeezes his eyes shut too. There is a tremble in his lip, a twitch in his eyebrow, little tells that mean he's seconds from crying.

"I can't deal with this right now. I'm- I'll be- I'll see you guys later," he says, and then he's gone in a shower of purple sparks.

"What about you," Tubbo says quietly to Tommy.

Tommy raises his eyes from where he's been staring at the floor. There's blood on his face, Tubbo realizes. It's not Tommy's.

"Tommy?" he asks gently.

There's something haunted in Tommy's eyes now. Some loss that he's contemplating, something irreversible that's happened that Tommy will keep self-contained until it bursts out in ugly words and thoughtless actions and dangerous ideas. It scares Tubbo, to think he's the cause of this change. It isn't a comfort, to know that it would have happened eventually anyway.

"I think Ranboo's right, Tubs," Tommy says, and it sends a lance of fear through Tubbo's chest, "I can't deal with this right now. I think I need some, some time to process."

Tommy stands. Wobbles, for a moment, like his feet haven't caught up with his head. Turns to the door, realizes he's still wearing his suit. Presses the pattern that causes it to disengage with startling ferocity and then in stark contrast lays it gently across the seat he just vacated. It hurts, in a way that Tubbo can't articulate, to see Tommy pulled to such extremes.

"See you at school, Tubbo," Tommy says, and then he's gone.

Tubbo goes through the motions of collecting Tommy's suit, cleaning the three suits of blood and grime and damage, and resetting their cores and supplies. He cleans the lab on autopilot. Sets the computer running on testing some calculations. Turns the lights off. Goes upstairs to his basement room. Sits for a half an hour in the dark. Goes up to the kitchen and sits in the dark there.

Schlatt gets home late, from wherever it is that he works, and jumps and curses when he flicks on the kitchen light to see Tubbo sitting at the table. When Tubbo turns, eyes wide and tears running down his face, Schlatt softens. Reaches out and tucks Tubbo to his chest.

Tubbo isn't sorry. He knows he did the right thing. It's still overwhelming, the first time you take a life.

. . .

When Tubbo goes back to school, he's expecting Tommy and Ranboo to ignore him. He gets it (even if they're wrong about the validity of Tubbo's actions), because they apparently weren't as mentally prepared for the consequences of their actions as he was. He's not going to hold that against them, he's not a terrible friend.

Tubbo isn't expecting Ranboo to scoop him up in a hug as soon as he walks through the front doors.

"Urmph," Tubbo says, from where Ranboo has him squished into his shoulder.

"I'm still mad at you," Ranboo says.

"Mphph," Tubbo says.

Ranboo squeezes him harder. Tubbo is starting to get concerned for his air supply.

"But we're still friends," Ranboo continues. "We're still- we're still partners in crime. I don't want you to ever think that I . . . I don't want you to think that there is ever something you could do that would make me stop wanting you around."

Tubbo forgets about air for a second. Smushes his face a little further into Ranboo's shoulder.

Ranboo sighs and puts him down.

Tubbo gasps in a breath dramatically. Ranboo rolls his eyes and flicks Tubbo's forehead.

"Hey! Ow . . ." Tubbo says, rubbing the spot.

"Tommy's going to have my hide for keeping you so long to myself," Ranboo says. "C'mon."

Ranboo slings a long arm around Tubbo's shoulders and steers him through the waves of students trying to get to their classrooms. He doesn't let go until they make it to homeroom, and even then only to get through the doorway. Their seats are right next to each other; Tommy's is right behind Tubbo's seat. His spot is still empty (Tommy has never once been on time for anything in his life).

Ranboo reaches across the aisle and holds Tubbo's hand.

True to form, Tommy skids through the door seconds before the final bell rings. He's got a big triumphant grin on his face, and it takes some of the weight off Tubbo's shoulders when he bursts into laughter at Tommy's face and Tommy laughs with him.

Tubbo and Ranboo lift their arms and Tommy slips under them and back to his own seat. A few minutes later and Tubbo feels Tommy prop his foot up on the back of Tubbo's chair.

It's not a proper conversation. It's not forgiveness or approval. But it is Tommy's olive branch, offered via a muddy sneaker to the back of Tubbo's nice clean shirt.

Tubbo will take it.

#anon asks #BNHAU #dsmp fic #death mention #tw death

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untilmynextstory · 2 years

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Oh man Evelyn looking into grace soul practically she would have grace running for the hills lol and I hated the Russian storyline really stupid

Yeah, the Russians....are a weird storyline so it's debatable how much of any potential sequel would be canon-compliant. So I may only do season 1 + 2 for sure (if i can get Evelyn's arc figured out) and then one-shots if they are requests for a specific scene from season 3 + 4. It's all up in the air though. I'm not going to stress too hard as I have SONS as my priority fandom. If I think too hard I start doubting myself lol.

But since you guys have been so receptive I will share a rough draft of the scene that inspired Eye of the Storm initially. The bar scene from episode 2 with Grace and Tommy.

Tommy heads to Garrison. He needs a drink before having to tell his son that his beautiful horse was dead. He knows that he could make up some lie about the horse being sick and needed to go away, but what good would that do.

The lights are still on at the Pub and he bangs on the door.

The door opens and he pushes his way through. “We're closed, Mr. Shelby,” the posh voice of the barmaid rings out.

“Just get me a drink.”

“Shall I leave you alone?”

Tommy sighs. She always has fucking questions. “Where's Harry?”

“He took the night off. Went to the pictures,” she informs him as she slides his favorite whiskey in front of him.

Tommy grabs a cigarette from the open pack lying on the table.

“How's your beautiful horse?”

Tommy pauses his search for the cigarette as he leans back in his chair. He looks at the barmaid. “I just put a bullet in his head.”

“Was he lame?”

“He looked at me the wrong way. It's not a good idea to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way.”

He watches as her blue eyes look away from him nervously. Good, he thinks. Let her be intimidated by him.

“People say the same thing about your wife,” she says hesitantly.

Tommy raises an eyebrow. Maybe it’s not him that has her nervous. “Maybe you should heed their warnings.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“I know.”

“Does your wife mind I’m going to the races with you?”

There is an edge to her voice. Almost arrogance to it. He lights his cigarette. “You’re going for me, not with me.”

He watches as that arrogance dims a little. She must be really stupid if he thinks he would openly step out on his wife. Besides, if Grace doesn’t take his warning, that’s on her. He isn’t going to stop Evelyn from handling the situation as she sees fit.

“And what am I doing at this race?”

“For £2, you'll do what I ask you to do.”

“I want three. If I'm meeting a king, I won't be wearing a cheap dress.” She fires back. “And I ask you to let me sing. It's part of the deal now, too.”

He bristles at the mention of the fucking singing.

“Saturday nights. Open and easy. Everyone gets to sing their song, just like we did in Dublin.”

“You never worked in Dublin. So don't lie to me,” he tells her. “My guess is, you're a girl from a good family who got herself pregnant.”

“It's not something I want known. You won't tell anyone my secret?”

“Do you think I tell people things?” He counters.

“I imagine you tell your wife things.”

“Apparently, you do to.”

#pb asks #eots!verse

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The rule of thumb a human baby should be three times smaller than the adult size this baby is about 2 ft 8 in quickly approaching 3 ft and it's not a giant and they're trying to make things happen I just bringing up a topic and space because they're very shallow people and they're not learned. It's exhausting and it's supposed to be. We shall and are deploying different methodologies.

This is almost the exact size in shape overnight sandwich should have come out like have we not had to hide his size he's huge he's a giant. One more inch and you would have been there shucks and gross ok.

We hv a lot stupid offers like that. But he picked it out to show people who's half this lingth and he looked weird real skinny. His dad was pleased. You said the stunting me on purpose there's good you checked and said good.

Pretty much a good time but in a few months he's going to start to exfoliate a lot more maybe less. time. He's right too that monkey is going to come out I'm still working like a week could grow a lot faster and people say that the hormone is out there and there is some of it but it'll be going like mad if it were true so probably two weeks it'll be at about one foot and the algae though would be going bananas and it's cold bananas now oxygen levels going up from 14 2 weeks ago to about 17 in the day even with the sun and then at night they were at about 19 or 18 and now they're going up to 2324 and soon they're going to shoot way up there what's the rest of the muc goes out. In the first plume is still moving it's about 3,000 mi across with about 3,000 to go. It'll be nice he says. There's a few more things happening there's a huge amount of movement in the upper Midwest since we announced the NO FLY ZONE. There was a deadline and so many planes left we thought going to be ridiculous when they left but they just left. About a lot of planes we sold them a lot for real. It's going to hang so they all left to the east to the West even South. It was a massive Exodus and it's still going on but the airplanes are to halt at 5:00 p.m. and the rest will have to be driven out of state and they are doing that and people see them leaving and they're leaving cuz they have no air protection and they get it too just like thousands of airplanes leaving by land an hour they get a lot of attention.

There's too many people here bothering him it's become difficult to type.

-there's a lot of people in punta Gorda who are jerks to him because they're doing an on purpose and Trump and Son of two I want them out he's got to

Go clean his teeth and go home

Thor Freya

more shortly

We have a handle on who and why and we're going after them and with gusto it's ridiculous but they're doing what they're doing it and they're going to pay for it

Our son has a lot of money and not letting him have it is illegal and we are arresting people. Further today's court date was successful the group lawsuit went ahead and there are a lot of people in it and a lot of people were pissed off afterwards and they are going to counter Sue they say. And they say the people are instigating them and riding up on them silently threatening them and several of them have come up with a losses they're going to file Monday and they don't know what you're asking for still when it was explained to them and that's why Tommy f is here. And and he is an offender of course but he's sitting here like bothering him and he is getting charges written up on him and it's for stocking and harassment and more and is unaware of it but he will be aware of it Monday and he's a stupid person and the others are very stupid they're bringing counter suits and we are going to sue them for bringing a counter suit in other words it is more trauma that they wish to incur but we're going to take more of their stuff using the lawsuit and we're suing for more companies now of theirs as a result of this idiot move. They have no chance of winning that they want to do it and to be annoying and they want to count to the group action both of them and there are about five out of 10 of each group that want to try it and they were advised not to and it's small potatoes but if they go ahead and Sue for them suing for what they're doing the counter suit to that counter suit will be a lot more money and they're going to start seeking businesses and they're going to start seeking companies who are taken from them and money was taken from them and we're going to come up in the suits as people who took advantage of their deprived situation and then they're going to say egregious but they're going after these guys first until they get their power back and that's what they say so really these idiots are setting them up with this tragedy but we're going to then sue them if that ends we're going to take the rest of what John remillard and DJ and others they're holding off and we're part of people suing for company's back and we're also going to sue them for treasonous behavior and trying to ruin the economy and trying to kill people by doing so and the maximum and they'll produce evidence against them it's really like the fall of Rome

Thor Freya

News to having some acne problem and it's getting gross on your head so suggestion you put more soap because you're rubbing it and we do have alternatives to that stuff that work it's like bacitracin and usually work before so we know how to get to it you know you know how to get it and we suggested strongly. These cases are going along well we're making a lot of progress and they're going to lose a lot more stuff by bringing a counter suit and it will be very expensive for them if they approach it that way we have almost unlimited resources to fight with and they don't and these guys they're on the ropes and they insist on it to the judge and the judge doesn't want to do it and he's going to refer to another judge what he says is my judgment stance you want to argue it go to a higher Court and I said no we want to sue he and I think they can overcome them here and they're asking for big trouble and it's good then says oh they're going to get themselves fired that's what it is

Bitol and Goddess Wife

We understand how it's going and this stop he made here is valuable and people here we needed to see and we need to understand what they're doing Tommy f is a big one that is number one center Trump again the exposed part of it it's running around saying it a bum and as a matter of fact Peter Odette is a version of the pump they don't mind where they sleep where they told they're disgusting and he wants them away from me I can see why they're extremely annoying I'm trying to go into his place constantly they're trying to wake him up all the time. I got to tell you they're very poor judgment people they don't they don't have a way of judging what people are like or what kind of people they are we're not people who will put up with this kind of idiocy and he's less inclined to do so and they are incredibly off when it comes to knowing their status they don't know what their status is they don't know their power level and they don't understand what their power level is and they're going to proceed and knock themselves around and it's really upsetting and gross the talk and their display of polarity dishonesty hate speech asinine behavior and our friend says they're really mental patients but they're criminally insane and it should not be an excuse anymore and we are going to modify the law shortly and we're going to make sure that they pay for their crimes your friend says if he's in child according to something and there's a reasonable audience this whole family was murdered and planned so I mean it's like ridiculous they're obnoxious but for real if they file those papers Monday they are going to get sued for businesses that they took. And they're going to get sued for a lot of items that they stole and money and it probably wouldn't happen unless they open their mouths on Monday but they're zooming around town thinking they have a chance at winning a lawsuit that is flawed to begin with. The juvenile and insulting and they think that they're going to win some sort of fight or event by being pissy little b****** what they say is insulting is hell and it only brings and a lot of them don't get out of prison at all. We have three of them that have drawn up papers they don't even have lawyers and John remillard already lost five cases and they're big including the Chevy Blazer case where he was sent to prison for homicide and he's got warrants on him in that state he says it doesn't matter but he doesn't go there because they arrest him within 20 minutes of him arriving. We're also going to sue them for them causing the hate and resentment it's a form of harassment and it's to instigate reaction and we're going to increase the counts of harassment for each statement that they evoke and we are going to go after big money now because I don't seem to understand that they're in trouble for what they're doing and their behavior is not helping of a huge enemy down below and they'd rather just sit here and threaten everybody else they refuse to back off their idiotic stance they will not have anything and we think it will happen that by the end of the year there probably going to be extinct or all in the islands and isolated and it's really no doubt that they're heading towards that. Act like little children and they're condescending yet they have very little skill and they're socially inept and they can't form a complete sentence and they don't know how to write and most don't know how to read properly and it's going to reflect in the lawsuits that were preparing for Monday

Mac daddy

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howtosingit · 3 years

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I haven't had a chance to fully dive into all the goodies last nights video has produced.. nor have I had a chance to read all your thoughts which you know I crave love . I was dumb and watched 3 911 episodes last night ignoring my ig notification that ronen had shared anything so then I had to go to bed bc of work and work has been crqzy. But anyways I just wanted to hear some of your thoughts and say Tarlos officially fried my brain and I really want to write in the spare time I don't have bc of work 🙈🙊 their soft smiles, kisses, possibly meeting the fam, their date (and let's be honest Carlos was hot as fuck sauntering up to the bar announcing he was tks boyfriend... you know someone got laid that night) sorry not sorry 🙈

Anyways hit me with your thoughts when you're free if you want ❤

LISTEN, LAUREN. I am always up to share my thoughts because they never end and they just keep coming and I have to unleash them somehow or I will definitely explode.

My brain was just like, ALL CAPS SCREAMING, for about 7 hours yesterday, so I’ll leave you to explore that hot mess on my blog if you want. 😅 But, in the time since, I’ve seen a lot of discourse and stuff about the moments that we’ve seen, so I’m going to use this ask as an opportunity to weigh in on everything under the cut...

FIRST, CAN I JUST SAY that at the moment that I am writing this post, we are still trending at #5 and we’ve been in the 4-7 range for at least the past, like, IDK, 18-20 hours maybe?! I LOVE THIS FANDOM AND HOW WE LOSE OUR SHIT AT THE SMALLEST THINGS

Okay, so let me go through this thing and comment on the parts, and then give some general thoughts below:

LOVE that this is a promo entirely about the LGBTQIA+ characters and characters of color. Not exactly surprised that they still tried to put as much Rob Lowe in it as possible (that’s Fox/the writers’ M.O. it seems - to squeeze Rob/Owen in whether he fits or not). Some of his comments were a little awkward, I thought (referring to Paul’s trans storyline as “stuff” makes me go 😬), but whatever. He’s not the point of all of this, so that’s the last I’m going to talk about him.

TOMMY VEGA. I AM READY TO STAN. I love Gina Torres, I already love how much heart and soul she is giving just in these quick peeks, I cannot wait to see her in action!

Also let me use this moment to say that while it’s obvious I’m not getting my Grace + Carlos friendship (that’s fine if it stays in fandom, I’ll live), I’m SO GLAD that her and Tommy are gonna be friends! One promo mentioned that Judd has known Tommy before, so it would not surprise me if they’ve been friends for awhile. LOVE THAT.

SPECULATION: This gives me a good time to just throw out a theory that I’ve been thinking about... We know Owen and Gwen are hosting Tommy at their place for a backyard dinner. I assume her husband may be there as well, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Judd and Grace are there too.

I ALSO would not be surprised if this is when one of the nights at Carlos’s place happens, like a parallel of the two dinner parties. That at least keeps every main character involved in both locations. We shall see though.

So this gathering at the firehouse seems like it’s going to be a pretty big scene, probably for episode 1. I think everyone’s gathered so that Owen can announce he’s in remission (we’ll hear him tell TK first, which is the hug that they share earlier in the trailer, I think).

But this gathering also includes a Tommy/Grace moment, a Tarlos moment, the others doing other things kind of moments. It’ll serve the same purpose as a lot of the season 1 bar scenes, and I’m so glad they’ve moved those to the firehouse. I want that place to really start feeling like a home this year.

(I want all of the locations to feel a little more grounded and special, if I’m being honest. Like, I’m SO GLAD that Carlos’s place is going to be a key location this season.)

There are now two instances of Carlos being next to Gwen (standing next to her while Owen makes an announcement and now sitting next to her at the table), so we better get some dialogue between them or I WILL BE SO UPSET. I WANT GWEN TO STAN CARLOS AS MUCH AS I DO.

EVERYONE IS SO CUTE IN THIS SCENE OKAY

TARLOS TARLOS TARLOS TARLOS

Like, WTF is TK’s face in this moment?! He looks so shy and bashful but also so happy and mushy and soft and in love. And then the way that Carlos softens because of how soft TK look?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!?! WHY AM I CRYING.

Seriously, I have to know what they’re talking about though to make TK fucking melt like that.

Emergency stuff blah blah blah

TARLOS KISS TARLOS KISS TARLOS KISS TARLOS KISS

IT’S SO FUCKING CASUAL AND PERFECT AND NATURAL AND LITERALLY JUST LIKE A “I came over to grab this food from you but since I’m here I might as well grab a kiss because I can’t help myself”

AND LIKE... Carlos just leans right into it?!?!?!? like it’s something that they do all the time?!?!?! WTF I LOVE THEM

Mateo watches this kiss and kind of looks like he was talking to Carlos, TK, or both of them, so I love that they’re like in the middle of conversation but still like “wait let me kiss my bf because he’s close by and so hot and I love him” SCREAMING

ALSO LET ME BE THIRSTY BUT CARLOS’S SHOULDERS AND BACK?!?!?! TK’S FUCKING ARMS?!?! I’M SO DAMN GAY

Speaking of arms: this rando bartender at the wrestling match (so Covid doesn’t last long on Lone Star, I’m assuming like 2 episodes maybe?) -- I love that they tried to put him in a tight shirt and make him look like a possible threat or something and I’m just like 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

IT’S LIKE THEY’VE NEVER SEEN CARLOS REYES BEFORE

AND THEN THE FUCKING GREEK GOD HIMSELF SAUNTERS UP WEARING A TIGHT FUCKING POLO - CHEST OUT, ARMS JACKED, HANDS IN HIS POCKETS TO DRAW ATTENTION TO HIS DICK AND I’M JUST SCREAMING AT THIS POINT

BOYFRIEND

But, like, seriously, there is no comparison. Carlos is fucking Hercules over here and this no-name wannabe boyband member could be a sand-colored rock for all I care.

YOU CANNOT COMPETE WITH CARLOS REYES, DON’T EVEN TRY IT

I do feel like these two clips (the calendar line and then Carlos’s line) are spliced together but they might not be back-to-back, and I would love to see how TK responds to the flirting before Carlos comes over

HIS FACE IS KILLING ME THOUGH WHEN CARLOS COMES UP

BLESS RONEN

I feel like I *think* I know what he’s thinking, but I also feel like I don’t. Certainly, the scene seems to end with them both smiling and happy, but I wonder if there will be a conversation about jealousy or something?! IDK BUT THEY’RE DEFINITELY GONNA TALK. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY SAY.

Someone posted how happy TK is going to be to have a boyfriend who is committed enough to him to be jealous, unlike Alex who didn’t care and cheated on him. I certainly think this could be a great moment for them to establish what this new relationship means for them, and I’m excited to see what they writers have planned.

I JUST LOVE CARLOS REYES THOUGH OKAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

How many times is Fox gonna use that clip of him holding his gun though? We get it, he raises his gun. I’ve seen it like 7 times at this point.

I’m not complaining, really. I’ll take his face where I can get it.

LOVING the Marjan clips

LOVING the Grace/Judd clips

LOVING the Paul clips

I LOVE ALL OF MY FAVES

CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THEM DEVELOP THIS YEAR

Hearing Rafa talk about using his voice and speaking for his community just slaughters my heart, I love this man so fucking much and I’m so happy to be discovering him at the start of his career because he is going to go on to do big things and make the world a better place with his positivity and light and love and I’m so excited to follow him on that journey I just love him okay

ALSO THE MAN LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT ARE THOSE ARMS I WANT TO DIE

THE FARMER’S MARKET SCENE

Are they shopping for food for the dinner party they’re hosting?! Maybe!

WE MEET SOME OF CARLOS’S PEOPLE

There is so much speculation surrounding who these two people could be, and I’ve heard some super interesting theories about Carlos’s backstory.

I’m gonna be basic though and stick with the fact that I think they’re his parents.

AND IF THEY ARE HIS PARENTS, THEY SEEM SO HAPPY TO MEET TK.

His dad/the man, like, shakes TK’s hand with so much gusto, a giant smile on his face

And Carlos smiles as he hugs his mom/the woman, and she’s smiling too

THEY ALL JUST SEEM SO HAPPY

I CAN’T BELIEVE WE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE AVOIDING THE HOMOPHOBIC PARENTS STORYLINE COMPLETELY

Y’ALL DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT TRAUMA

I mean, I don’t know for sure, we’re going to have to wait for the episode. But god, do I hope for it with every fiber of my being. I want their trauma, if they have to have it, to be separate from their sexuality. They’ve done so well with TK so far, I want the same for Carlos. Let the story be fresh, let it be different, LET US HAVE DIVERSE GAY STORYLINES.

Y’ALL THE TEAM HANGING OUT AT CARLOS’S PLACE

I CANNOT

I’LL NEVER BE OVER IT

HE’S PART OF THE CREW. HE’S PART OF THE FAMILY.

IT’S EVERYTHING THAT I COULD EVER WANT FOR HIM OKAY

I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY

THEY ARE SO HAPPY

WE ARE ALL SO HAPPY

I’M CRYING

I’M DEAD

LOL that was a lot but so was this promo.

Now, some somewhat sobering thoughts...

We all know season 1 had a real diversity and inclusion problem, we’ve seen the numbers. We also know that during the promotion for season 1, we ALSO got a diversity promo focusing on the LGBTQIA+ characters and the characters of color. I love that Fox wants to highlight the incredibly talented actors and characters that they have, but all of it means nothing if they are still tokens on the show.

I have full faith that season 2 will be better, that some of the justified anger and frustration made it back to the writers and they internalized it and then make some real changes. However, because we did get a diversity promo last year, I have to remain a little cautious. This promo doesn’t really mean anything and if, somehow, season 2 goes the way season 1 did, it will be another instance of Fox using the characters of color to draw people in without actually giving them screentime and development. Which is a HUGE PROBLEM. So... I’m very excited and very hopeful, but also slightly wary.

Similarly, I’ve seen people say that they’re worried that, while there is so much Tarlos in this promo, this might be all the Tarlos we get this season. I don’t share the same concern, but like the diversity issue, I understand where that comes from. There was a lot of Tarlos in season 1′s promos and, as we now know, they got screentime in episodes 1-3 and then virtually nothing until episode 10.

I kind of lost track of the filming schedule, but I think before they went on the holiday/extended hiatus, they filmed the first 5-6 episodes? Maybe? And we know that we’re getting 14 total this season, which means it’s possible that they haven’t even filmed half of them.

I think the footage that we got in this promo is from, like, 3 or 4 episodes max. Definitely episodes 1 and 2, maybe 4, possibly 5. The crossover is episode 3 and I am still expecting to barely see Carlos in it - I just think it’s going to be very fire heavy one, especially with the members of the 118 coming in to steal screentime. He could be in one scene, maybe? Idk, I’m just not expecting a lot from that episode.

And sure, we could get a lot of Tarlos at the beginning and then nothing for a whole string of episodes, but that also just doesn’t seem possible with the way they’ve restructured the relationship dynamics. Like, it really does seem like Carlos is going to be a part of the family this year, so I think it will be easier to include him and harder to delete him entirely. (Please let him at least appear in every single episode, I don’t want to be so fucking angry like last year.)

Also, if all of these scenes stay in the episodes, we are getting AT LEAST 4 Tarlos conversations - the firehouse, the wrestling match, the farmer’s market, the flirting by the truck - and other scenes of them being in the same space as part of a group. I’m sure there will be even more that we’re just not seeing. I’m very optimistic for this season and for the Tarlos content, and I really don’t think we’ll see the front-loaded imbalance that we saw last season. I think when they get back to filming the later episodes, there will be a good amount of Tarlos content in those, too!

I will say, though, that I am worried we’ve just seen the only kiss that they’ll share in the first 5 or so episodes. I’m just so used to network TV placing a limit on gay kisses, and Idk how much that has really changed in recent years. I truly love this kiss, and I hope there are more, but I would not be surprised if we end the season having only gotten like 2-3. (PLEASE LET ME BE WRONG.)

ONLY TWO MORE WEEKS UNTIL WE FIND OUT FOR SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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🌹_ technically tommy is adopted because of his mom am i adopted meme so one time void decided to roam the earth because he she was curious and then she found an infant she decided to take care of it so that's tommy since tommy wasn't actually a full-fledged demigod and he was mortal he's not immune to the side effect of the void that's why when tommy was five void decided to put him back to the earth but still visiting him

The limitation of ranboos blessing is that danger is still present like him falling down to a lava pit in the flaw in his blessing is that the items that he need like coal and i iron which are very common while mining is now very rare because the only thing you are getting are diamond red stone and gold

Technos blessing will only be activated when he's around coming things in things that are important to him like his pet friends sometimes whenever he's in a flower field the voice would sometimes come down but that's very rare along with music and also come him down and that too is also rare

Secrecy made a lot of clones like mamacita mexican dream dream and drista and the reason why they're not a full-fledged god is because secrecy decided that they will only have half of her power because too much knowledge is dangerous

And when i say the end there is only one end but each and every time a portal comes the dragon will always respond and and the reason why pride send his son to the overworld she's going to split the end so the smp will have their separate end dimension and because going to be separated only she can go in the smp end and original end

Most of flowers follower are farmers herbalist and the blessing offers children can only grow the plants that are natural in the overworld so any plants in the nether or in the end that they cannot grow and the force they are in are dangerous because there are poisonous plants in there carnivorous too and because the forest is so thick which means it's dark and some monsters spawn within the forest

And you know what yes let's make that adopt ghostbur so he will help her while collecting souls because i will not let him do i love him and revivebur i am intimidated by him and phil he was save but the baby zombie still happen that's when death wasn't looking but he wasn't killed he was just really really close like half a heart

How does wilbur feel about he's that babysitting those children his cool with them because you and i both know he's going to make them part of his army of darkness as he called that and he is going to teach you some stuff like drugs and how to be chaotic or more chaotic and him and sally are practically best friend turn into lovers and they have fundy but sally died at the birthing process but they would sometimes visit her grave

Some of the goddess do not interfere some interfere some cannot interfere like death cannot interfere because i death is afraid that people that surround his son might die at her present or might have some side effects because her or a deadly and the reason his husband does not feel that because they're married they have a special ring that protect his husband while void harmony and flour try to interfere to make their life good they also try to make secrecy interfere to tell them some secrets to help their children but that did not work because she and pride decided to trust their children that they are strong enough to fight

Special items

Tubbo yes that's make it that he has a flower crown that never seems to die

You know that's also a good idea to give tommy a dagger or a scissor so sometimes he can visit void

Dream he has his mask it helps him hide his identity( i can no longer think of what his mask can do)

Wilbur he has a lucky charm that keep danger away sometimes

Ranboo his crown i don't know what that will do

Techno's red cape it give him warmth and comfort

I'll give more when motivation come back to me

Aww, that’s cute. Void mom adopts him, very sweet.

And poor Ranboo. Talk about too much of a good thing. He may be rich now, but he has to spend a lot of that money paying for common materials since he can’t mine it himself.

So Techno’s need something to trigger it? Interesting. What sort of things qualify to activate it?

Where are all of Secrecy’s kids now? What do they spend their days doing, when they aren’t hanging around the Smp?

Why did Pride feel the need to split the End? If the dragon is slain, what happens? Does Pride revive it? How about all the adventurers that go around there?

Does this mean Flower is more bound to the Overworld? Do her kids dabble in farming or herbal remedy stuff? Would they be endangered if they entered the other dimensions? Is the forest equally dangerous to her kids, or safe for them?

New ghost brother! How does the family feel about the addition, seeing as he used to be Wilbur, and spends most of his time with Death in the afterlife?

When Death wasn’t looking? Did she kill the baby zombie afterwards? Actually, in regards to that, how do undead creatures fit here? Do they fall under her domain as well?

FDGHJ-His Army of Darkness. I love that, seriously. All the moms come back and he has taught their children chaos, and none of them know how the heck he’s so chaotic when he’s not even the child of Chaos.

Sad about Sally. She was mortal then? Does Wilbur get to hang out with her in the Afterlife? What abilities does Fundy have, with his father being a demi-god?

So it’s pretty evenly varied with the goddesses? Interesting. How much can they interfere, exactly, for those who do? Surely there’s some laws in place to keep them from just going crazy, but to what extent can they act to aid their children?

Flower crown! Yes, awesome! What flowers is it made of?

Tommy with a knife/scissors, what shall he do?

To what extent does Dream’s mask work? Change his voice, make people perceive him differently?

What does the lucky charm look like, and how does it work?

He and Tubbo have matching crowns now, even if we aren’t sure what Ranboo’s does! Probably something cool though.

I like that. Comfort cape. He can wrap the younger kids up in when they feel sad.