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With the sight of the ashen grey potion being swallowed with haste, Quackity lets a pleased smile grace his blood splattered mouth; pulling the vial from xyr hands once it was empty, and dropping it near his foot. He moves his stained hand from his side to cup xyr jaw firmly, deft fingers pressing against the sides of xyr teeth until xyr mouth opened from the force. At the sight of emptiness, he releases a low, satisfied, coo, red tinted fingernails moving up to scratch lightly at monochrome colored hair. He was pleased at xyr willingness. Though he knew why xe listened, he tried his best to ignore how their fear made him feel.

"See? That wasn't so hard now, was it? We can't have anybody hearing you now, hm?"

He stands, crushing the vial underneath his shoe and kicking the glass to the side; A rare, apprehensive, look threatening his eye.

"Can't let anyone run their mouths. Can't let them see you. Prime knows what Wilbur would do if his little soldiers saw you."

An obsessive expression overcomes his face at his thoughts of discovery, more than wary at the thought of the dead man's reaction to his little toy being broken, of an explosive reaction, but it is quickly overruled by a confident, wicked smile.

"Though, I guess it doesn't matter, hm? I'd find out anyway."

He glances sharply at Bones.

"I always do."

With a hum, he breaks sight of the fox and reaches for his axe, pulling it from the dirt and wiping the viscera on the grass the best he could. He straps it back onto his shoulder, and turns back to the figure on the ground, getting his first emotion unbridled glimpse at the carnage he made. His working eye stares unblinkingly, only for a moment, an older, softer, part of him taken aback at how much blood there was on the dirt, taking his breath and making his hand twitch in disbelief. Then a huff escapes his mouth, and he shakes his head, breaking eye contact and bottling up the emotion to deal with later.

He had to take care of xem first.

He was the one that did this, after all.

Though, he tries desperately to convince himself otherwise.

Dirted wingtips step languidly towards the weakened figure of his querido on the ground, who wept in quiet anguish into the sky, and him, once again pushing his old emotions in a deeper part of himself. He fell into a careful crouch beside them, ducking his arms under their exhausted form and pulling them into a bridal carry with ease, resting his chin between their soft ears for just a moment.

Contentment. A breath passed his mouth.

He couldn't help a new feeling then. A wicked one.

An awful, horrifying, tearful grin wracked his face, and his old self shrivelled in fear of what he had done. The weaker part of him terrified of himself, and what he had now ruined for his love, what could no longer be given.

And the new, stronger part of him grinned in glee. Sadistic, greeding, possession.

No dead man could take what was his.

Not anymore.

Never again.

And with these new feelings in his heart, and a grin on his face, he began to walk into the night, led only by the lights of his empire in the distance.

Blood on his skin.

His querido in his arms.

And the trail of carnage he had made in his wake.

- C! Quackity anon

Xyr face aches once Quackity lets go, lingering blood— xyr blood— left on their cheeks. No doubt in xyr hair now too. But xe doesn't mind that, not when it's the only sense of comfort xe's been given all night. Xe leans into the affection, but it's gone as quick as it came. Xyr ears lower with sower, missing his gentle touches (missing him).

Xe tries xyr best to listen to xyr words, not wanting to miss something important and face the consequences, but the sound of xyr heart pounding in xyr ears has him struggling to hear. Not to mention the dizziness he was facing, eyes unfocused and dazed. However, though xyr blood-loss haze, for a second, xe almost thinks xe sees regret on Quackity's face. Good, they think hatefully. I hope it eats you from the inside out.

They tense up as he comes towards them, able to see his axe strapped to his shoulder, but still so afraid. Yet, they can't do anything. They're absolutely powerless (they've always hated being powerless). All he does is pick them up, but it still breeds fear in their heart, one that throbs deep in their bones.

They're terrified of Quackity.

As Quackity picks them up, they're able to get a first, clear glance of their leg— or, lack thereof. Tears well up in their eyes all over again, jaw dropping in disbelief. Their leg was gone. Actually, genuinely gone.

With what little strength they had left, they placed a hand over their mouth to stop themselves from vomiting. "Oh, God," They whispered underneath their breath, muffled by their hand. "Oh my God. It's... It's gone. My leg. Oh my God." Their voice is quiet, not having the strength to project it, but they can't help how disheartened they are.

Logically, they knew their leg was gone, but now, they had seen it.

Now, they couldn't deny it. Despite the pain, and the carnage, and the blood that stained Quackity's axe and his hands, they didn't want to believe it. But now, they can't deny it.

Their leg was gone.

No more walking. No more running. No more hunting.

No more anything. They couldn't even escape from Quackity this way. Without his help, they couldn't do anything.

Bones was completely, utterly dependent on Quackity.

#chats #( sneaking out ) #letter from: c!qckty/c!wlbr anon #AHHHHHHHHHHHH #THIS IS SO GOOD #HLY SHITTT

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When he yanked his axe away from the carnage, viscera dribbled to the forest floor in soft spatters, unheard to him over the roar of blood in his ears. That, and the desperate, gasping, pleas spilling from his fox's throat. Sounds that he narrowly blocked in his violent escapade, a displeased frown pulling on his blood dotted face at the sight of the deep gash in their leg. He huffed a growl.

Not enough force, he noted.

Another huff, another pull, and another swing, this time with more strength than the last, only to make up for his error of course. This time, a hearty 'crunch!' fell on his ears, and a pleased grin graced his blood splashed mouth, sweeping his tongue over his lip mindlessly.

The butcher was more than familiar with the sound of shattered bone, and he noted with precision, the amount of blood soaking into the dirt. At the sound of their screams once more, he finally risked a glance at their face in his displaced mindset, and a low coo fell from his mouth at their state.

"Aw, don't you worry, hermoso. We're almost done."

A familiar whistle blew through his lips.

Yank. Pull. Swing!

"Crack!"

Ah, solid ground at last.

With his axe still embedded in the ground, he knelt beside the weakened fox with a whistle, and pulled two colored vials off of his belt. A cork is yanked with a 'pop!' by the sharp end of his golden tooth and spat on the ground, his hand grasping their jaw in a seemingly sweet gesture. He continues to whistle, pulling their teeth apart with his thumbnail, and tipping the sweet smelling, candy red potion into their mouth. He shuts it with a click of their teeth, and a stern glint in his eye.

Healing.

Just enough to slow the bleeding.

"Swallow. I only brought one, zorro."

When he's sure xe swallowed it, he uncorks the other vial with more precision, careful not to get it in his mouth, and he pulls xyr mouth open once more. He swirls the potion between his two fingers, and he places his bloodied thumb upon xyr tongue with a firm weight. A reminder. A single eye slants to the vial in his fingers, and he cuts a knowing look back to his fox, giving xem a threatening grin.

Ashen grey liquid. Weakening.

"Drink this, querida, won't you?"

- C! Quackity anon

Wilbur was never worth it. Sneaking out to see him at night, thinking they were smart enough not to get caught, was not worth it. If xe knew it'd lead to this— blood-curdling screams scratching their throat, agonizing pain shooting through their leg, more than xe ever thought it could— Xe never would've done it. Xe would've stayed with Quackity, where xe was happy, safe (was xe truly ever safe?).

Bones gave up everything xe had for a dead man. The thought implants itself into xyr head and, buries in and resides there. Xe wants to curl up on xemself, away from Quackity's manic grin, away from the peering eyes of the trees. You messed this up only for yourself, they say harshly.

I know, Xe replies meekly, I know.

Through his tears, Bones sees the bloody axe raise again. A panic response shoots through him, his nerves yelling and screaming at him to get out of there, but he can't move. Excruciating pain keeps him pinned in place, and draws another scream out of him. Faintly, his ears can pick up the sounds of wings; birds flying away at the sound of him.

Sobs and hiccups leave his mouth, their chest heaving as they desperately try to intake air. It's getting so hard to breathe, they're definitely hyperventilating by now, but they can't focus on that. Quackity doesn't let them. Quackity twists and pulls and tugs and it hurts so bad Bones can't even make out another scream, their throat burning. Quiet sobs and whimpers leave them instead.

He's whistling again. It draws a sick sense in his stomach, a need to run away, a sign of danger— It's almost like he's trained to have a panic response to it. He can hardly hear it over his own sobs and cries, loud and emitting agony.

Quackity's fingers are rough. Bones like that about him at one point; the callousness of his hands juxtaposed to the gentleness of his, assuring Quackity that he still was beautiful, even with calloused and scarred hands. Now, they're used to keep his jaw in place, pry his mouth open, and shove a potion down his throat. It's candy red, and tastes exactly like cotton candy on their tongue. They swallow it per Quackity's request, dazed eyes hardly being able to see what he pulls out next.

All he can tell is that it's another vial.

Quackity's thumb sits heavy on their tongue, the taste of copper making them want to retract their tongue, but they can't. Not with Quackity's thumb keeping it still, and not with the fear imbedded in their bones. Their still sniffling, waterlogged cries leaving them still when Quackity holds out the ash gray potion. They know what it is. They know and yet, wanting to keep their other leg, hastily gulp it all down.

The effects kick in almost immediately. His head aches, and there's exhausting settling itself in his bloodstream, flowing and getting rid of any fight left in him. His howls of pain quieten down, until it's just him whimpering, tears still cascading down his face (he can't stop, even if he wanted to).

He can only hope Quackity shows mercy from now on.

#chats #( sneaking out ) #letter from: c!qckty anon #AHHHHHHHHH #OH MY GOD #THE RETURN #ANON THIS IS SOOO GOOD. HOLY SHIT #I LOVED THIS #AHHHH

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not anymore /j

~ ares

cut to you frantically waking f!bones up

#chat #f!bones #letter from: ares

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im rotating f!bones in my mind and giving xem the freedom you refuse to give xem

~ ares

f!bones is currently suffering in a nightmare :)

#chats #f!bones #letter from: ares

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KICKING DXD RN.

~ ares

the good thing with f!bones being with c!foolish is that xd can still bones whenever he wants. hes practically still under his demand. and foolish likes having xd around anyways, so he'll never tell him to leave :)

#chats #f!bones #also def visits them in their nightmares #poor f!bones

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hell yeah foolish free f!bones

YEAHHH exceot f!bones will never be all the way free bc dreamxd is a rat bastard

#chats #letter from: apple #f!bones

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f!bones under c!fooshs care <33 foosh gave them the mushroom hat and the clothes

anyways c!foolish feels bad that f!bones is stuck in a forest so he offers a deal to dreamxd: let f!bones come out of the forest but c!foolish has to watch over them 24/7

#chats #f!bones

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anyways c!foolish feels bad that f!bones is stuck in a forest so he offers a deal to dreamxd: let f!bones come out of the forest but c!foolish has to watch over them 24/7

#chats #f!bones

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c!sam and c!wilbur both daydreaming about violently killing c!dream bc of what he did to c!tommy

#chats #GODDDD

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c!bones but he worships c!foolish

#chats #af!bones #ive been heart eyes for c!foosh shhh

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sam is playing the samathon playlist and :(((

#liveblogging #i miss samathon so much #i loved waking up to sam or the modcast

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do you guys see sam in his stream. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god my eyes are bulging out of my head my jaw is slack im so

#liveblogging #LIVEBLOGGING THE STREAM #BUT THE RED KARL JACOBS MERCH !?!?!??! #THE CROSS NECKLACE OUT!?!??!! #OH MY GOD #STRIMMER LOOKING GOOD TODAY #HANDSAMDUDE

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among the stars (with the world in my arms)

logically, soup knows technoblade is home. however, something in him makes her think that he'll be gone every time he wakes up.

&&. c!technoblade x @anarchiststories

warnings: light angst. mention of taking a shower together but no further details.

word count: 1.7k words.

bones' note: sorry this is short but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! also didnt post on main since it wasnt an x reader :D enjoy !!!

Technoblade has been home for a year.

Soup knows this, he does, but sometimes it’s like he’s still gone. As if he never came back home in the first place. As if Soup was still there in the living room, sleeping on the couch, refusing to leave from the front door. “What if he comes back and I’m not here?” He would say to Phil, who would sigh and shake his head.

“You need rest, mate,” Phil would say, placing a comforting hand on Soup’s shoulder, and she’d nod, but would never leave her spot in the living room.  She’d sit there and wait for Technoblade’s return. Waiting for her lover to come back, never letting her gaze lift from the front door. Never moving. Just waiting.

For three months, Soup sat there.

For three months, Technoblade was missing.

For three months, there was an indescribable ache in Soup’s heart. She missed him so, so much.

And when he was finally back, with Phil behind him, Soup couldn’t say how happy he was.

“Woah,” Technoblade muttered as Soup crashed into his chest, wrapping his arms around him. Tears soaked into his cape, and he softened, beginning to gently rub Soup’s back. “There, there,” He murmured into her shoulder, “It’s okay. I’m here, I’m here. Promise I’m not goin’ anywhere anytime soon.”

That night, Soup refused to let go of Technoblade, as if he’d disappear as soon as he did. He made no complains about it, although there were a few teasing comments, but a half-hearted glare from the other made him shut up. Even then, he was only ever teasing.

He missed him just as much. Three months (with Dream, nonetheless) was far too long away from Soup.

Afterwards, he told him all about what happened; how he got locked in the prison, spent three months with Dream, summoned DreamXD at one point and got a bell. It was such a Technoblade thing to do that Soup couldn’t help but laugh at it, and Technoblade merely looked on in fondness.

He wouldn’t call himself a sappy guy, but something about Soup made him want to rearrange the stars to ensure they’d be together forever (and even if he couldn’t touch the stars, he could touch Soup’s heart, and that was enough).

Now, that was a year ago. It’s been a year since Technoblade has come home, and he hasn’t left since. He’s been here the entire time.

So, why does he still feel this way?

Why is he still scared that he’ll wake up and Technoblade will be gone, back into the prison and so far away from him?

Logically, she knows she shouldn’t. He’s here, and she knows that, but she can’t help it.

It didn’t help that Soup woke up without Technoblade beside her, only sending here into a panic. Still groggy, she called out his name, panic and adrenaline coursing through her veins. No answer. There was no answer.

Throwing off the covers, Soup made his way downstairs, letting out a breath of relief at the sight of someone. But it wasn’t Technoblade. It was Phil. His eyebrows furrowed. Sensing his confusion, Phil quirked a brow up at him.

“You okay?” He asked, carefully watching the other nod. He didn’t believe her, obviously. She looked anything but fine; hair disheveled, obviously from just waking up, with her eyes wide and chest heaving. He could practically hear her heartbeat.

“Where’s Techno?”

Ah. So that’s what that was about.

“He’s just chopping some firewood outside, mate. Nothin’ to worry about.”

The thought that Phil could sense his worry almost made him embarrassed (but of course he could, he was a dad for Prime’s sake). Nodding to Phil, Soup carefully made his way outside. Just as Phil said, Technoblade was in the yard, axe in hand and cutting logs.

His white blouse stuck to his body with sweat, causing an almost angelic glowing. His hair was messy, haphazardly thrown into a messy ponytail. He looked nothing like the regal king-like status he was known for. But it was still Technoblade, and he was still here.

He wasn’t gone. He wasn’t in the prison.

A sigh of relief left Soup’s mouth, alerting Technoblade of her presence. He set down the axe to walk over to her, arching a brow. “What’re you doin’ up so early?” He asked. In a greeting-like style, he gently rubbed his forehead against his. He had told him a while ago that it was a greeting Piglins did to those they loved.

“You weren’t there when I woke up,” Soup murmured, avoiding his question. Technoblade’s eyes softened for a brief moment, before he hummed and motioned to the cut piles of wood. “Phil wanted me to cut more firewood. I thought it was gonna be quick, but Phil had a lot more wood than I thought he would.” He explained.

Soup hummed in acknowledgement, still seeming slightly down. And Technoblade knew exactly how to change that.

“You want a hug?”

A scoff. “You’re all sweaty, Techno—”

In the middle of his protest, Technoblade scooped Soup up into his arms, laughing as he did so. “Technoblade!” Soup squealed, attempting to push the piglin hybrid away. However, Technoblade was much stronger, simply laughing as Soup struggled in vain.

Realizing that he wasn’t going to get away, Soup huffed and gave up the fight, allowing Technoblade to cover him in his sweaty frame.

“You’re evil,” Soup grumbled.

Technoblade laughed. “I know.”

After Technoblade finally let go of her, they both decided to take a shower— together, as Technoblade suggested (“It saves water, Soup! And I’ll let you wash my hair!”) It was relaxing, just what he needed after waking up and immediately panicking. Technoblade had even washed her hair and let her wash his in return.

Now, the two laid in bed, with their hands intertwined and their shoulders pressed against each other. Technoblade’s thumb gently rubbed the top of Soup’s hand, giving the latter a sense of comfort without even realizing it. Soup sighed, scooting closer to Technoblade.

“I’m tired,” He muttered, giving Technoblade’s hand a gentle squeeze. Technoblade’s eyes narrowed at the other, although he gave a small squeeze in return anyways. “Heh? You’re tired? I’m the one who was choppin’ firewood all mornin’!” He exclaimed, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I’m the one who woke up panicking ‘cause you weren’t here,” Soup shot back, the same teasing lilt to her tone. Technoblade sighed in response, letting his other hand rest atop her head, gently caressing her scalp.

A beat of silence passed between the two, broken by Technoblade a moment later.

“You know I’m not goin’ anywhere,” He murmured, his voice soft. He gave a reassuring squeeze to Soup’s hand, carefully watching her face for any change in emotion. “I’m right here, darlin’. And I’m not leavin’ anytime soon. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I never want to be rid of you, Techno,” Soup murmured in turn, bringing Technoblade’s hand up to his face and pressing a chaste kiss against the top of his hand. Technoblade’s heart melts at the simple action. He loves this person more than life, and he’ll be damned if he ever leaves him again.

A comforting silence falls between them once more, simply allowing them to live in each other’s space. For Technoblade, this silence means the world to him. Sitting here, with his lover, in their bed, means the world to him. He thanks whatever God is out there for letting him live here, in this moment, with his lover.

“Let’s sleep under the stars tonight,” Technoblade says.

Soup quirks a brow. “You want to sleep outside? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Danger be damned,” The piglin hybrid says, a rare smile on his face. A real smile— not a large grin or a cocky smirk, a real, genuine smile. It takes Soup’s breath away. It always has, and always will. She’s never seen anything more beautiful than Technoblade’s genuine smile. It makes her want to hold him and never let go.

“Let’s sleep under the stars,” He parrots.

Soup smiles. “You’ve convinced me, darling.”

Darling. He called him darling.

Technoblade doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the petname, not from Soup. It makes his heart beat erratically in his chest, so full of love and adoration and how did he ever get Soup to be his? How did he ever get someone so perfect to stay?

Technoblade may never know, but even if he doesn’t, as long as he has Soup, it’ll be fine.

He’ll live without knowing forever if it means Soup stays with him.

When night falls, with the stars gleaming overhead and the world asleep, Technoblade grabs blankets and pillows and makes his way to the rooftop. He brings along a lantern as well, placed beside the makeshift bed. He helps Soup up, watching the other gawk at him.

“Why didn’t we think about how we’d freeze to death?”

Technoblade quirks a brow. “As long as I’m here, I can promise you won’t freeze to death.”

With him being a piglin hybrid, his body temperature runs a lot warmer than humans. He can withstand the freezing arctic with no problem, part of why he chose to live in one. As long as Soup stays beside Technoblade— Which he will make sure he will— he’ll be fine. Even then, they could always just go back inside.

“If I die, I’m haunting you as a ghost,” Soup grumbles.

“Such a drama queen,” He scoffs, “I promise you won’t die. Now lay down.”

With a huff, Soup laid down on the makeshift bed, scooting close to Technoblade as soon as the latter laid down. Wrapping an arm around her, the piglin hybrid brought her closer, until she was huddled in his side.

Technoblade hummed. “Aren’t the stars beautiful tonight?”

Soup nodded in agreement, yawning as she rested her head on the other’s shoulder. This was relaxing, peaceful even. Not many things were peaceful these days. It was nice.

“Soup,” The sound of his name made him look up, to find white pupils staring off into the stars, “I’m never leavin’ you. Not ever again. I’ll always be here. Always. I can promise you that. Nothing can tear me apart from you.”

Silence settled between them as Soup took in his words. She smiled, scooting closer to him, until there was no room left between them. “Thank you,” She whispered quietly.

Technoblade was home, and he had no intention of leaving ever again.

#writing for friends

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alright bones. what do you want your 3k sam fic to be about.

(and it’s gonna be direct bones x sam C;)

oh no soup this is too much power youve given me

#chats #letter from: soup #you cant see it but im blushing #uhhhhhhh #im so indeicisve pls #give me hurt/comfort

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c!foolish means so much tonme giys

#i am jot sover #but injust kiss uim so hmmuch #and c!quackigy #and c!wilbur #they mean qnot tk me

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hello everyone please think about c!foolish and f!bones interacting

#chats #f!bones #vary rarely does xd bring foolish into the forest #but i think foolish and f!bones would be friends

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i'm just picturing Yogurt going up to af!bones and handing him a popsicle as Yogurt also struggles to stay cool in Las Nevadas even after years of living there.

-Fundy

af!boones and yogurt have def snuck off to snow somewhere

#chats #letter from: c!fndy anon #af!bones