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mathanlin · 8 months

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// unintentional medical neglect, fevers

Hybrid/Foster AU where it’s instinctual for avians to avoid sick children that aren’t their own.

It’s a protective habit, mostly, to keep their own family safe.

Except Tommy — feverish, newly fostered, and entirely unaware of that instinct — isn’t quite family yet.

It’s subconscious at first, how Phil starts to ignore him.

After all, Tommy’s been sick from the beginning. Wings unkempt, limbs skinny, skin pale. Phil had always been courteous, though, feeding Tommy & giving him time to take care of himself.

But then it gets worse.

It’s just a fever at first — something Tommy’s fully prepared to handle on his own.

And that’s good. Because the Watsons get… withdrawn. Tommy still gets to stay with them, but it’s like they’re drifting away — no longer offering affection.

Until the fever gets worse, that is.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

It’s Phil that finds Tommy, shivering with the thermometer in hand, the number displayed far too high.

*You were avoiding me?* Tommy wants to say. *You clearly didn’t want me around.*

But it’s fine. Because Phil cares for him.

Or rather, tries to.

Tommy can still see perfectly fine.

How Phil’s face pinches as he guides Tommy to bed, how he’s trying to touch Tommy as little as possible. He does help, and Tommy’s overwhelmingly grateful for it, but… it’s not that much.

And maybe that’s why the fever keeps getting worse.

Phil visits less.

And once, through the door & the feverish haze in his ears, Tommy hears him say, “Techno, Wil? Don’t go in here.”

It doesn’t matter that Tommy’s ready to beg as his body’s wracked with pain. His calls are rarely answered.

And then they’re not answered at all.

“Phil?”

Nothing. Maybe the man’s too far away to hear the sickly rasp Tommy manages to choke out.

“Techno? Wil?”

Nothing. Tommy’s gut twists in fear, a cold realization that makes him shiver despite the fever.

He… he needs a hospital.

It’s gotten that bad. It’s hard to breathe, impossible to stand. Not even pills & damp clothes could help break it (even if Phil’d stopped bringing them days ago).

And the only person he can call is his social worker.

It’s agonizing.

The Watsons were *perfect.* Affectionate, patient, treating him like he was part of their family from the very beginning.

But all it took was one fever, and they realized how difficult he was.

So, with shaking hands, he punches in his social worker’s number.

Tommy doesn’t remember his social worker arriving.

Or the ambulance.

He doesn’t remember the weeks at the hospital, either unconcious or stuck in a feverish delirium.

But he’s fully recovered when the Watsons arrive. Because that’s the only time they agree to visit.

“You look better.”

Phil flinches, like he immediately regrets the words. Tommy just nods quietly, keeping his ugly, unkempt wings beneath the blanket.

(He might not understand *why* the Watsons suddenly hated him. But he knows he can’t bear it if they still do.)

“I’m sorry.”

His throat’s still raspy, but he manages to say it.

Phil… winces. Tommy’s heart twists, praying that it’s not out of disgust, that he can at least apologize before Phil’s revolted by him—

And then the man wipes away tears.

“You know it wasn’t you, right?”

Tommy stays silent, shivering beneath the thin blankets.

“Our instincts were— we should’ve paid better attention—”

“Instincts?” Tommy whispers, confusion evident.

But it’s nothing compared to the horror on Phil’s face.

“You didn’t know?”

It takes a while to explain the instinct that’d caused this.

That the Watsons truly didn't know. How their brains, wired to care for each other, blocked out the worst of Tommy’s suffering.

But all Tommy hears is, “You weren’t family. That’s why we didn’t care for you.”

“Well, I’m— I’m better now,” Tommy says weakly, trying to muster a smile. *You can take me home,* he thinks (prays).

And Phil…

Flinches.

“Tommy, we can’t… we can’t take care of you.”

Tommy shivers. “You— you don’t have to. I can take care of myself, I’ll— I’m okay now, I can—”

“Tommy, you almost died,” Phil says, leaning forward like he wants to take Tommy’s hand. But he doesn’t. “Because of us. It’s not your fault, I just…”

“It was for your family.”

Phil goes still, eyes watery.

“You were protecting your sons,” Tommy mumbles, wincing as his wings ache beneath the blanket. “I can’t… I can’t blame you for that.

Phil recoils, shaking his head. His voice is utterly broken.

“Tommy, you’re my son, too.”

Tommy can’t help himself. He scoffs.

“You said that instinct helped you protect your *family.* And you didn’t protect me.”

There. Plain and simple.

And the cherry on top — Tommy rips the blanket off his shoulders, revealing the sick, ugly mess of his wings.

Phil will surely leave. It’s the number one sign of sickness, having feathers twisted and battered like this. He’ll leave, and Tommy’s heart with break for good—

Phil—

Falls at Tommy’s side, crooning deep in concern.

It… doesn’t make sense. Tommy’s mind is a mess, even before Phil gently reaches out and starts brushing Tommy’s feathers into place.

Because he’s still sick. Still ugly. Still a risk to Phil’s sons — but the man’s still caring for him.

Because he must see Tommy as family.

(And Phil’s mind is the same. It was enough to terrify him, seeing Tommy like half-dead, all due to his own negligence.

And that fear was enough for his instincts to recognize Tommy as his own.

Even though his conscious mind had done so from the first time he saw the kid.)

In the end, that’s enough.

The neglect was unintentional, though it’s a fight to convince his social worker so.

But it’s impossible not to see how willing Phil is to care for Tommy now — both instinctually and consciously.

Or to see how desperate Tommy is to go back home.

There’s safeguards in place, of course.

But none of them are ever needed. The Watsons are hyperaware of every sniffle, cough, or bit of feverish fatigue, entirely ready to protect their brother and son.

And emotionally, Tommy heals too. With their constant, true apologies, and their non-stop affection.

It might’ve been a mistake, that first horrible bit of neglect. But their grief over it is enough to reassure him that he wasn’t the cause.

And their love ensures he deserves every bit of their protection.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #threadfic #sbi au #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

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cleolinda · 7 months

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Creepypasta: The Dionaea House (2004-2006)

I wanted to post a few of my favorite creepypasta/Weird Internet Fiction stories this month, so of course one of the first I looked up was "The Dionaea House." Dated somewhere back around 2004-2006, it's one of the earliest entries in the genre; I’m not sure how many people know about it now, but Back in the Day, it was one of the creepypasta classics. Then, while researching all this, I discovered to my utter astonishment that it was written by Eric Heisserer—who wrote the Oscar-nominated screenplay for Arrival and is currently best known here, I'd bet, as the show runner of Netflix’s Shadow and Bone.

Years ago, the story was at dionaea-house.com (now offline), and it was the kind of thing you'd stumble across somehow—maybe on a friend's recommendation, maybe from a forum discussion—and then lose yourself in for a whole afternoon. It starts out as the story of a fictionalized Eric posting the emails of an old buddy, Mark, who's trying to figure out why their friend Drew... snapped. And "Eric" is posting these emails because Mark now has disappeared. And before too long... someone else has to pick up the story. Because it turns out that, at the heart of the mystery, there is a house, and going to that house is a mistake. I would describe it a little like House of Leaves, except also smelling like cake, and projecting out to multiple locations rather than pulling you into one infinite labyrinth. Also, a shit ton easier to read.

Relatively speaking, at least. "The Dionaea House" started out as “emails” posted on a blog at that original URL [unofficial mirror], then spun out into a Blogspot, an AIM chat, two separate Livejournals, and multiple commenters interacting on them. Some of them seem to be strangers walking in off the street, as it were, but the trick is, we don’t know which commenters are part of the story, which gives the “flesh puppet” comments, for example, a weird jolt of realism:

(I would like to think “TELL THE HOUSE TO FUCK OFF” is one of the in-story commenters, honestly; I like to think this is who I’d be in a horror story.)

So while "The Dionaea House" doesn't have the single-minded realism of "Ted the Caver," the blog-and-comment format—a found document subgenre for the 21st century—also allows for multiple perspectives. (I’ve lost count of the number of protagonists the house consumes, but it’s at least three, maybe four.) Tumblr is currently in year two of the Dracula Daily read-along, and I’ve always argued that Dracula was a techno-thriller for the nineteenth century: correspondence, newspaper articles, diaries, and even audio journaling on a phonograph. Emails, blogs, chats, phone messages, comments, and an article about the murder-suicide that starts the story—“The Dionaea House” is pretty much in the same multi-perspective, multimedia genre. Unlike Stoker’s bound novel, however, “The Dionaea House” wanders the physical space of the internet, and it trusts that either you'll see that the story has a new branch, or you won't, and that's okay.

In fact, I'm not sure if Eric Heisserer didn't know how to bring the story to a conclusion, or he got busy and couldn't keep going—or maybe there is an ending and I just never found it. (The Loreen Mathers blog doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me and seems like one giant loose end, although the mention of engineer-occultist Jack Parsons adds a new dimension at the last minute.) But as with "Ted the Caver," the lack of a concrete ending makes sense for a shaggy dog story like this, as frustrating as it might be. Maybe Loreen got got, just like everyone else! Isn’t “disappearing before explaining what the hell she’s talking about” exactly what that would look like? We don’t know! If there's a scary house and you manage to burn it down to the ground in a complex denouement, that's a story. If there's a scary house out there, somewhere, and we'll never know how it came to be or what happened to the people who tried to take it on—that's a creepypasta. That’s a legend.

#creepypasta #internet fiction #first look on patreon #horror #spooky season #halloween everyday #long post

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heythereimb · 2 months

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This is cross posted from Reddit. You can find the original here vvv

If you don’t know me, hey there I'm B.

December of 2022 u/mrtechnodad gave me the challenge of finding something good in every day, no matter how small. Since then I’ve been sharing monthly updates with a few of my good things from that month.

Anyone who's followed my updates has probably noticed that the title is different and I missed part of my usual intro.

That's because today's list only has one thing:

- I'm officially cancer free

After 708 days, countless hours of chemo, and 4 major surgeries, I have beat almost impossible odds.

Along my journey I've lost too many people who were important to me. Each of them gave me a new reason to keep going. My first roommate taught me how to be strong, how to push through the darkness. My second roommate taught me the power of compassion, how to use my voice to help others. A friend taught me how to laugh, how to see the fun in even the worst situations. And Techno, Technoblade taught me how to fight, how to win any war.

It's no secret I've struggled with survivor's guilt for almost as long as I was sick. I've asked the question, "Why them and not me?" so many times it's become a mantra. I've realized it isn’t about me or them. I think it's about finding what my purpose is. Their lives had purpose, they were full of love and joy. For so long I didn't think I had those things, that there wasn't a reason for me to still be here. I still have a purpose here. I think I know it. At least part of it.

I'm here to share my story. I'm here to share the good I see in every day. I'm here to live.

I'm alive to live.

And so are you.

Be alive. Wake up to wake up. Laugh, cry, sing, dance. Feel everything, sadness, joy, grief, shame, love. Watch the sunrise and live to see it set again. Then do it all again. And again.

Be alive to live.

Today I sat on a beach and watched the sunrise with the love of my life. For the first time in almost two years it wasn't tainted by the possibility of being my last. Instead the sun rose on the first day of my future. It's the first one of a lifetime of new days. Sunrises are no longer a symbol of bitter relief. Now they represent the promise of tomorrow.

I am beyond grateful to be alive. Since my diagnosis I was so sure I wouldn't make it. I had so little hope. Now my voice can shift from the cries of a fighter to the laughter of a survivor.

I am a survivor. Those are words I never dreamed of speaking.

Thank you to everyone who followed my journey. Thank you for your love, your support, and your endless compassion. Without this community my story would be very different.

Remember, "no matter how ridiculous the odds may seem, within us resides the power to overcome these challenges and achieve something beautiful. That one day, we'll look back at where we started and be amazed by how far we've come."

Until next time.

Your friend, B

#BRUHHHH #The fact that I can make this post #is insane #I'm a survivor baby!#cancer #cancer survivor #cancer patient #cancer awareness #cancer patients #heythereimb #technoblr #technoblade #dsmp techno #techno #dream smp #techno support #technodad

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blockgamepirate · 2 years

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Rewatching MCC1 with the context of what came before it really makes me gain such a new appreciation for the event.

So for context, I have this plan to rewatch all of Techno’s Minecraft competitions, which I kinda started out of order with MC Ultimate but now I’ve actually gone back to try and watch them in chronological order.

I finished rewatching all of Techno’s Minecraft Mondays (and some individual weeks from other people’s POVs too) and I got kind of sidetracked out of curiosity and even checked out the first week of Minecraft Saturdays, which I had heard people talking about many many times as the improved replacement for Minecraft Monday but that I’d never watched before. (Nestor’s winning POV was great, every other POV I watched was extremely meh).

(I also knew that Techno had watched MCS and hadn’t been impressed and honestly was kinda rude about how bluntly he expressed his disinterest in joining the event despite being personally invited to participate by the main organiser, so I wanted to see for myself if it was called for. I still think he was pretty rude about it, but it’s not like he was wrong.)

Anyway, for the sake of completionism, I’m also of course watching Phil’s POV of MCC1, even though Techno isn’t even in it except for the very end when they sneak him into the call.

And I just gotta say, the start of the event is SO fun to watch because at first you can TELL that at least three of the people on the team are kind of tired of Minecraft competitions and how disappointing they keep turning out and they seem so bored with the whole idea that I’m not even entirely sure why they bothered to show up for this one. Phil was JUST in a Minecraft Saturday the literal day before this where he quit mid-event and just went back to playing hardcore for the rest of the stream. I think they might just be here to like hang out with each other tbh. The stream starts with zero hype for the actual event, they’re all just hanging out and memeing and barely paying attention.

And when the countdown starts they’re immediately just SO put off by the ding sound and like dreading having to listen to it for one and a half minutes and you can just hear them all bracing for another annoying event with a lot of annoying nonsense they’ll have to deal with that at least they can make fun of for content. I mean Phil was hyping up the Noxcrew the whole time, talking about how Terra Swoop Force is the best thing ever, but even he seems a bit like “oh no”.

And then the music starts.

And then the sun goes down.

And the laser show begins.

And you can FEEL the whole team internally going “oh“

Just the sudden realisation of wait this event is gonna AWESOME actually what the fuck??

Like after ALL the cheap ass scuffed shit in MCM, and MCS having an extremely rocky start, and both of those events frankly just not having any kind of sense of presentation or fanfare to match the level of hype that they were trying to evoke, basically having the same level of showmanship as your average Hypixel lobby on an average day...

For this obscure event that was barely advertised, that most of the streamers themselves only heard about as they were invited to it, that had no hype going in, for it to go THIS HARD on the sheer spectacle, out of nowhere...

It’s just a great thing to watch.

There’s just no comparison, frankly. MCC is just infinitely cooler than any of the events that came before it. Or after it, to be honest.

We take so much for granted nowadays.

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lookinghalfacorpse · 2 years

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hear me out: c!dream as objectively, undeniably beautiful.

i like the idea that very few people on the server have actually seen his face. sapnap and george have, of course, and maybe a few other members of the og eight, but after things started going downhill, he was very insistent on wearing the mask around everyone and was usually dressed in thick cloaks and heavy armor. underneath all the layers, however, he is a very pretty boy. he’s well-built, with broad shoulders and strong arms. he’s powerful. lean. his face grants him a bit of androgyny; his eyelashes are full and thick, his features are delicate and thin, his eyes are bright, and his skin is sun-kissed.

and don’t get me started on his voice. smooth when he argues, charming when he laughs. it’s easy to believe him when he talks. besides that, however, most of his beauty is hidden.

maybe his mask was taken from him as he was put into the prison. perhaps it was public, or maybe it was done in a private moment between him and sam. either way, no one expected him to look like... That. some people imagined him as a monster, whatever their private definition of that word was (a freak of nature with too many eyes? a man with a lop-sided smile and yellow teeth?) but he is, in fact, just a boy. and a good-looking one, at that.

some people are surprised.

sam is among them. there’s some pride in being the one to unveil the monster, he thinks as he holds the mask in his hands, but he’s taken off-guard by what he sees. he would never, EVER say this out loud, and it certainly doesn’t help the... Everything between the two of them. sam isn’t self-aware enough to realize the exact ways which it affects them. does looking into a pair of pretty green eyes make him Less likely to strike, or more?

quackity also notices. quackity Does voice it. (he Gets it, alright? big q is also a beautiful boy and now he has this ugly scar across his face, and it’s terrible. there’s opportunity for humiliation here.) one time, after a session, he took the time to sit down and let dream know Exactly how he looked. he pulled out his most vivid, poetic words to describe his newly hollowed cheeks, the darkness under his eyes that aged him, how terrible each new scar is. he pokes at dream’s body with a blade as he speaks, using it like a pointer as he describes various flaws. dream flinches. dream might have cried.

(sam’s terrible realization is that dream is, somehow, still pretty. in a torn-apart, fallen-angel type of way. he would never, ever say it out loud.)

technoblade doesn’t see dream’s face until he walks into the cell himself (if dream hadn’t screamed his name so quickly, techno might not have known who he was). he’s a piglin, but he’s lived with humans for many many years and he likes to think he’s familiar with the culture well enough to identify an attractive one when he sees them. dream fits the description. he’s starved and unhealthy, sure, but those eyes and lashes are so unmistakably pretty. he doesn’t do anything with this new information, but he Does raise a brow in sam’s direction.

punz sees his face for the first time shortly after the breakout. having next to no equipment or armor, dream hasn’t found a replacement for the mask and he makes no comment on it. punz thinks (hopes?) that it might become regular between them; now that there’s nothing to hide, maybe dream will take the mask off more. at least during quiet moments, you know? the next time they meet, the mask is back on. and the next. and the next

dream is mostly unaware of how people react to him. does he look more of a monster now?

#i know this isn't like A Hot New Take but it's a take i wanted to get my two cents in about lmao #dreblr #cdream #csam #ctechnoblade #cpunz #cdrunz #cawesamdream #c!awesamdream #c!dream #c!sam #c!technoblade #c!techno #c!punz #i hate tags i hate tags i hate tags #drabbles #i got more to say just give me a second lmao #pretty boy

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bizlybebo · 5 months

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hey dsmpblr so since we recently lost our minds over eret’s planned-but-never-executed dsmp ending and the reveal that it’s possibly all one big loop, one that’s likely repeated several times before, i have some fucking thoughts about wilbur.

more specifically, the idea that someone else posted, that wilbur could have removed himself from the loop by leaving for utah.

(edit: the persons url is @/idkwatthehec !!)

see, i think this could go one of two ways.

one, maybe his fate was always to be from somewhere else, to appear and burn bright, so incredibly bright, but burn out fast, only to be revived months (granted, years for him) later. to eventually leave it all behind in a bittersweet goodbye. maybe there’s no real escape, maybe he’s just as much a part of this as everybody else and he has his role and he’s always going to fucking play it.

but maybe he really did remove himself from all of it. maybe he’s no longer part of the loop, and that’s why, like the original poster said, he didn’t have a room in mizu(?) from tales of the smp.

this can mean so many things.

what if he thinks tommy never wanted to (or never could) come visit him in utah?— never even wrote after that final letter. because the tommy that’s there now isn’t the same tommy as before.

what if tommy, in his newest incarnation, finds himself standing one day, overlooking a stretch of land; it’s water and it’s mountains and it’s grass, and he feels… off? like there should be somebody here with him, but he just can’t place who in god’s name it could be and he can’t even describe the feeling. tubbo calls his name and he forgets he even felt it, just continues on with his life and eventually learns to live with that feeling of something missing until it eventually disappears.

what if, although it’s somewhat out of character for him, wilbur ever came back?

what if he sees this kid, bright-eyed and young again, and he’s got tommy’s nose and his crooked teeth and his gangly limbs and his choppy hair but he’s not tommy. not his tommy.

what if, this time, it’s tommy who came back, but came back different?

what if tommy’s worse without him, but what if he’s better?

what if he doesn’t tense up at the mention of tnt? what if he doesn’t have that scar in the middle of his chest from his first(?) canon death acquired in that duel with dream?

what about everybody else?? what about phil. would phil ever even come to the main land if it weren’t for wilbur’s letter? what would that mean for techno, for niki, for ranboo, for literally fucking everyone??

how the fuck would wilbur feel seeing a world unaffected by him?

what if, knowing who he is, he has the impulse to come back to it, to wrap his fingers around it again and leave an impact. because wilbur was always someone who had to be in control, who had to be in first place, and although he’s now older and changed so much, what’s he going to feel in a world where he has no legacy? where there’s no crater for him to stand in after revival and laugh in surprise at (although that wasn’t his original crater)?

maybe, in the end, he throws himself back into the loop.

because maybe he never was free from it, at least, not in any way that matttered.

#stuff may be wrong i’m half asleep #if you saw me accidentally post this earlier half-done no you didn’t.#dsmp #cwilbur #dream smp #dsmp ending #c!wilbur #c!tommy #ctommy #ccrime #ccrimeboys #vixen rambles

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prrism · 1 year

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This is what currently dominates my mind and I am not sorry for it

First Night Home

Summary: After returning from your trip to the Nether and a small “hiccup” on the road, you bring Techno home and help him settle into his new surroundings…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: platonic/parental

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

“Was I really gone that long? Oh man, I was supposed to give something to Phil...” You trail off as you stepping out of the portal, looking up at the star filled sky, a small whine pulls you from your thoughts to the literal child you had resting in your arms. “Feeling a little portal dizzy? It’s okay, everyone does the first few times, you’ll get used to it.” You reassure, staying in place as to not overwhelm him in movement. After a minute Techno finally lifts his head off your shoulder and has a look around for the first time, eyes growing wide and curious as he looked at his new, moonlit surroundings, you stifle a chuckle at his expression. “If you think this is nice, just wait until daytime.”

Adjusting your grip on him you start making your way back home, figuring any errands you still had could be dealt with tomorrow. You kept your pace even, giving the hybrid a chance to grow at least a little familiar to his new surroundings, then came your first obstacle as the sounds of rattling bones and zombie groans echoed around you.

“Oh I don’t have time for this.” You near hiss, looking back to Techno who seemed to have caught on to your change in demeanour since he too was staring daggers at the approaching mobs. Ducking out of the way of an arrow you set Techno down and turn around. “Climb on my back and hold on as tightly as you can, okay. We’re going for a bit of a run from here.” He does as you instruct and with one hand keeping him in place and the other a quick sweep of your sword to knock the mobs back you dash off as fast as you can…

A sigh of relief leaves you when you see your house come into view, fully relaxing when you step inside and close the door. Crouching down you let Techno off your back before standing and flipping a switch, the glow stone lamps flickering to life, illuminating the room. The hybrid’s eyes are instantly wandering the area, taking everything he could in.

“I suppose you aren’t accustomed to all the thing the Overworld had to offer. Well we can take things a little slow tonight, don’t want to completely overwhelm you.” You chuckle lightly. “How about we start with some dinner? I’m sure you must be hungry after today.” With that you head into the kitchen, leaving Techno to his wonderment in the living room, after a while you hear him shuffle his way into the kitchen. “Why don’t you take a seat, dinner isn’t completely ready yet but you can start with this while I finish.” You place down a plate, it was here you realized just how short he was as he struggles a little to climb onto the chair, and you could see dust and debris from things like netherwart and soul sand shake off him to the floor as he does. He does manage to climb up on his own, staring at the plate of food warily, it makes you chuckle. “What? Never seen a baked potato before?… actually no I guess you haven’t… give it a try, I know it’s not like the food you have in the Nether but I guarantee it’s just as good, if not better.” Still a bit cautious, Techno takes a small bite out of the baked potato, his eyes practically turn into stars with how they light up, before you know it the item is scarfed down and he’s holding his plate up, asking for more with a happy squeal.

“I take it you liked it?” You ask sarcastically. “You’re lucky I made extra.” You set another baked potato on his plate as well as the now ready steak. The potato’s gone in an instant while he gives the steak a curious look. You hum in amusement while munching away at your own dinner, it was funny and adorable just watching Techno figure out regular Overworld things. Getting a better look at Techno you can see that he looked around Wilbur’s age, this actually works in your favour since you needed to find some form of clothing better then the rags he’s been wearing for who knows how long, but again probably something best left saved for tomorrow. Besides…

“I really need to give you a bath.” You mumble aloud, catching the hybrid’s attention, you wave it off for now while finishing up with dinner. Once you are done you set the dishes aside and grab a bucket to fill with warm water. Setting it down you watch Techno examine the contents. “This is water. Being from the Nether I know you’ve never seen it before, but it’s a thousand times safer then lava. Watch.” You then dip your hand into the bucket, getting a small laugh out of Techno’s shocked reaction when you pull your hand out unscathed. “See, harmless. Wanna try?” He edges closer and despite the brave look he puts on you can see the hesitance in his eyes as he reaches into the bucket, pleasantly surprised that nothing happens he begins playing a bit with the water, quickly dirtying it with all the dirt washing off of him.

It’s a slow process, but with several buckets of fresh water, rag in hand and some minor protests you manage to clean the child of any last bits of dirt and dust. His hair was still a rats nest but it was considerably softer and slightly less matted, now you just had to brush it out. Easier said then done, Techno kept swatting at the brush whenever you’d get to particularly hard to brush spots, but that too is eventually conquered and he’s looking much better.

“Now doesn’t that feel better, being cleaned up?” You ask, getting a yawn in response. “Yeah it is pretty late, isn’t it. Alright…” You trail off, not having fully thought about where Techno would be sleeping. “Let’s see, I could pull out a few extra blankets and you can sleep on the couch for now… or I guess I could and you can have the bed tonight?” You sit back on the couch while you try to figure out what to do. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the weight suddenly placed on your legs, looking down at the hybrid who had changed back into a piglin as he curls up against you. You sigh softly noticing that the work you put in to clean him had transferred over into his piglin form, his fur a lot brighter and softer. “Alright, i guess that settles that.” You murmur picking him up and carrying him to bed, wrapping a protective arm around him as you drift off to sleep with the thoughts of what tomorrow will bring.

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#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader

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mellorphic · 11 months

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In Defence of c!Niki - a Four Part Analysis of Every Arc

People who didn’t watch C!Niki see, in the fandom, a big sister type character with girlboss energy who wants to kill a child. Niki isn’t that. She has a well-written narrative which focusses a lot on her relationships with others. Here is me breaking it down!

PART ONE: c!Niki’s Early Days

PART TWO: c!Niki’s Rebellion

PART THREE: c!Niki’s Disillusionment (you are here)

PART FOUR: c!Niki’s Healing

TW FOR THIS SECTION: brief mention of sh, derealisation, a lot of discussion on grief and death. Let me know if I should add more tws

I don’t think c!Niki’s disillusionment arc started on Doomsday, randomly. I think it started on the day of the festival, when Niki watched her friend die, was chased out of her home, and saw how much her best friend had changed.

Despite her anger at Tubbo for his speech (which sounded very pro-Schlatt) she still told Schlatt to let him out once Schlatt and Quackity started to box him in. It still had not been revealed quite yet that Tubbo was a spy, yet Niki still stood up for Tubbo regardless of how she felt about him. That’s the thing about Niki. She is a good person with sound morals who will support people even if their views don’t align with hers, because she knows what’s right and what’s wrong and she won’t let ‘wrong’ happen to anyone.

Once Techno killed him, Schlatt literally fucking exiled her.

N: You killed him!

S: yeah, I did. I did fucking kill him, Niki.

N: you are so cruel- how could you do that? After everything he has done for you?!

S: he’s been a thorn in my side since-

N: I DONT EVEN WANT TO BE HERE.

S: he-

N: I DON’T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE!

S: […] you can leave if you want

N: ….Where am I supposed to go?

Manberg may not be Niki’s home but L’Manberg is and it always will be. That’s why the thought of leaving for good hurt her so much. Wilbur comes out into the open after she says this, and he defends her.

S: you really crawled up here on the day of my festival, celebrating my country. That you are not a part of. And you started- you started crying.

W: You sounded like you were gonna murder another person.

S: no, I was only gonna murder Tubbo.

W: you sounded like you were gonna go for Niki.

S: he’s the only person- well I mean, Niki..

N: what?

S: I might murder Niki, actually. I might murder her.

Wilbur tells her to run. Fundy gives Schlatt arrows but he and Quackity tell Schlatt not to do it, all the while Niki’s getting chased out of the country she used to love. This solidifies for her the fact that she truly has lost everything. Ponk chased her down and he killed her - Ponk, who a few streams before, Niki had called a friend. Earlier Techno had also killed her, when he shot at the audience after killing Tubbo. According to the wiki neither of those are canon deaths but I think they should be. At the very least, being killed by Ponk should be.

She joined Pogtopia that day, and Niki already had heard about Wilbur’s plans from Tommy. He, her and Tubbo had all vowed to get L’Manberg back and at this point in time, Tommy was the person she trusted the most. Her relationship with Tubbo had been ruined because of her thinking she was on Schlatt’s side - and even now that she knew he hadn’t been, it didn’t change the fact that he did not stick up for her while she was there. Her relationship with Wilbur was still a close one but she was scared for him and worried for L’Manberg’s future. But Tommy hadn’t wronged her, and she knew she could trust him to help with Wilbur.

Her birthday party was where she really saw the extent of Wilbur’s mental decline first hand and was completely powerless in stopping it. The day had been going so well, and she’d been having fun, until Wilbur went to blow up Manberg. Niki had to beg him to stop playing the anthem and Quackity talked him down from blowing it up, but Niki was terrified.

This is when Niki began working on her Secret City - intended to be a safe space away from the conflict, or a last resort for refugees if the war went badly.

On November 16th, Niki was hopeful, especially after Techno revealed his armoury. That day, Niki also defended Eret when they were accused of being the traitor, saying she trusted them and that they helped her. Once again, proving her loyalty and the fact she was grateful for people who stuck by her side.

We all know what happened later. After they got L’Manberg back, and were cleaning up, Niki found the TNT Wilbur had placed under the podium. She made sure nobody else saw it and she hid it again. Because after everything, Niki still believed in Wilbur. She was still loyal to him. She still saw the good in him and trusted that he wouldn’t. But he did.

She’d kept her promise, she’d been loyal to him and L’Manberg, and it didn’t change anything. She didn’t manage to help anything. And Wilbur, the one person Niki believed would always be there for her, no matter what, betrayed her. And she couldn’t even ask him why. So after that she was left hopeless and never wanted to let anyone in again. But as much as Niki didn’t want to, that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

Tommy reminded the L’Manbergians that the L’Mantree was still there. And I think Niki found that comforting, at the very least. She asked Tubbo what they were going to do with Wilbur’s body and his only response was “let him rot”. She and Tommy were the only ones who didn’t laugh.

At this point Tommy became a constant, for Niki. He’d been there since she joined, he was the only one who understood that she still wanted Wilbur back, and in her eyes he was able to take on his role in the sense of inspiring them all.

So, of course it hit her hard when he tried to blame her for burning down George’s house. Then, he’s exiled and the next time she heads from him it’s because he blew up the community house - we know he didn’t, but Niki didn’t. She begins to see Tommy as someone who just causes problems on the SMP, nothing more. She thinks he’s arrogant and a nuisance and that he doesn’t care for anyone.

When it comes to Niki’s character it’s vital that we understand - she has been through so much pain that got overlooked by everyone around her. At this point, she was poor, grieving, and felt as if nobody in New L’Manberg listened to her. She was going through the lowest point in her life and nobody in that nation seemed to care.

And she couldn’t hate everyone for it so she needed someone to blame and that happened to be Tommy. He didn’t deserve it but he was an easy target. And it’s true that he wasn’t kind to her, but he wasn’t the only one, and he was obviously going through his own things. But Niki was angry and she needed somewhere to put her anger. Is that fair? Not at all. But it’s what happened.

N: L’Manberg has not been L’Manberg. For many weeks. Maybe even months, maybe even.. maybe even, I don’t know.. since the start? […] I want the people to realise L’Manberg is not what they think it is. I want them to open their eyes and stop being in this circle.. in this circle of fighting for it. Because that will not bring us anywhere.

Do I even need to say anything? She fought for it for so long, on her own, and lost everything and everyone anyway.

On Doomsday, she spoke to Ranboo.

N: Do you.. do you really think L’Manberg should be safe today? …Ranboo, I will- If you think that we should fight for L’Manberg today, I will fight with you. Because I believe in you. And I always believed in you.

R: I think we should. […] the thing is, if we don’t fight with them, then what are we showing them? We’re showing them that we never cared about them.

N: .. i care about them, I really do. But I got.. hurt by them… They always talk over me, Ranboo. You know how that feels.

R: yeah. But like you remember yesterday, sometimes you just have to get louder.

N: You’re right..

R: sometimes you just have to get louder until they have no choice but to hear you.

And good god, isn’t that exactly what she did? Something something, peaceful protest is ignored (striking at her bakery, not paying her taxes, verbally standing up to Schlatt). OSomething something, she got louder. (Burning down the L’Mantree, blowing up her bakery)

An underrated line from Doomsday though? Niki telling her chat that she needed to save Puffy. I think she was muted so you’d only hear the line if you were on her stream, but she tried to help Puffy after and seemed distressed that she couldn’t get to her. Puffychu crumbs.

She held it together until she saw Ghostbur, believing she was hallucinating and repeating to herself that Wilbur was gone and that he betrayed her. She doesn’t want to care, but she does. And the idea of Wilbur still existing terrifies her, because what does that say about her grief? And if her grief isn’t justified, then the things she’s done definitely aren’t. As long as Wilbur is dead, Niki feels like she has a reason for her anger.

During her meltdown Niki is rambling. ‘Wilbur is dead’ becomes ‘L’Manberg is dead’ which becomes ‘L’Manberg is gone’ which becomes ‘I am gone’ and ‘I am L’Manberg’. This reveals a lot about Niki, even if it may seem nonsensical at first glance.

I’ve made a post before about how for crime boys, L’Manberg is interchangeable with the other person (For Tommy, it’s Wilbur. For Wilbur, it’s Tommy.) And I think that this is the same thing for Niki. L’Manberg is Wilbur. Wilbur couldn’t live without L’Manberg, and L’Manberg isn’t the same without Wilbur.

Then, she is gone and she is L’Manberg. Niki isn’t the same person she used to be and she’s starting to think that she can’t live without L’Manberg either, not happily, anyway. But at the same time, she helps to destroy it because the memories are too much to bare, and all it does is remind her of all the times she’s been hurt there. She can’t see the good in it anymore.

Destroying her own bakery was somewhere between emotional self-harm and trying to separate herself from L’Manberg as much as possible. There could’ve also been a sense of survivors guilt? Everyone else’s homes and things were destroyed but Niki’s bakery was untouched, and she found that really unsettling.

She talks to Jack about why she burnt down the tree, saying it was because she’s lost everyone.

J: that’s not a very good way of going ‘hey, I wanna be friends again’, burning down their sacred tree.

N: i don’t want to be friends with any of them again! Have you seen them?

J: then why do you care?!

N: because it hurt me! […] we both have been ignored by all of them all the time. We walk behind them slowly and-and carefully because they will ignore us all the time but we wanna be part! We wanna be part- we’re like little puppies, aren’t we?! Like little puppies, just walking and walking. But they’re never going to see us. All we are for them is something to take something from. […] whats the difference between these people and us? When we lose something, we lost it. And we grieve it. And it will be a part of us. When they lose something? They move on and they find something new.

I feel like people who think c!Niki is badly written or don’t like her just watch this stream and think she is overreacting because they don’t know her lore. But none of this came out of nowhere.

The thing is, Niki was ignored throughout Manberg and New L’Manberg by Tubbo and Fundy and sometimes even Eret. Niki has had things taken from her by Schlatt and Tommy. She has seen everyone move on from Wilbur when she couldn’t.

I think the other characters did care about her - Wilbur definitely did and Tommy did too. Karl did, Eret did, Puffy did. But it’s so difficult for her to see that because the love is so quiet in comparison to everything else. She’s no longer an idealist, she can’t see it when it isn’t right in front of her. And that doesn’t mean she’s wrong. She’s not completely right, but she’s not wrong about being used and feeling unwanted. That did happen.

So why does this turn into hatred at Tommy? Like I said earlier - he was a constant. The only one she still had after Wilbur, but he didn’t seem like he cared about her. In Niki’s eyes he became just like the rest of them - he used her left, and then when he came back she thought he’d replaced Wilbur with Techno and was now replacing him with Tubbo.

(I’m not saying I think that’s what happened but it’s what Niki saw. This part of my analysis is also partly speculation and partly based on things Niki said after the fact, because I can’t find the vod where she and Jack decided to target Tommy specifically, I think there’s a missing one between Niki’s Doomsday vod and the one where Jack tells her about the nukes.)

She directs her anger at him also because it gives her an ally. Jack blames Tommy for most of what’s happened to him, because Tommy resulted in him losing his second life; if Niki agrees that it’s his fault then she has Jack. So unconsciously she starts directing her anger more towards him.

The thing about Tommy is that he’s loud. He’s annoying. He can be rude. He doesn’t take things seriously, especially when he’s being painted in the wrong, because he doesn’t know how to handle it so he just deflects.

That makes him a really easy target for anger. But the vast majority of what happened to Niki was never Tommy’s fault. She blames him for Doomsday, she’s angry that he used her, and she’s processing her grief of Wilbur through hating Tommy. That’s why she does what she does.

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Please just give me anything from your tiny workers au!! Literally anything and I will absolutely cherish it :D

*ahem*

would you like the first chapter? would you cherish that?

(also fuck scheduling, have it now. >:D its not proofread tho fyi)

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words: 4069

cw: vague description of depression, swearing

—–—

Knocking wakes him up. Loud and repetitive knocking.

Wilbur blinks, trying to adjust to the golden sun that filters through his blinds, even as closed as they are.

The knocking still hasn’t stopped. His nerves flare up at the continuous noise and he sits up, blinking a few more times to adjust to being awake before he finds his way out of bed. The hardwood under his floor has never felt more neutral, which makes him unusually aware of the surrounding air that feels so invisible that it’s suffocating.

Knocking.

He tries to ignore it and leaves his room, traces the length of the hallway and continues the beeline to the door, where he can faintly hear a muffled conversation from behind.

Wilbur stops, standing at the front door. Through the agitating knocking sound, he holds his head in his hands for a moment before swiping his hands through his bed-ruined hair.

“Wil, mate!” Phil says, loud and clear through the door. Wilbur groans.

Quietly, he listens as Phil murmurs something to Techno, who in return whispers an ingenuine apology.

Right there, he considers walking away. They can’t knock forever.

But, his conscience figures he owes it to his family to at least make an effort. And so, taking the cool doorknob in his hand, he opens the door and puts on a fake, strained smile. “Yes?”

“Good mornin’,” Techno butts in before Phil can. Wilbur raises his eyebrows at him tiredly.

“D’ya mind if we come in, Wil? We have something for you,” Phil explains, and Wilbur tries to find the courage to decline. And despite how much he told himself to promptly shut the door on his father and brother’s face, he found himself instead nodding along.

“Yeah, go for it,” Wilbur agrees and steps aside.

Phil leads, brushing past him, where Techno lingers in the doorway for a moment. “I’ll admit, he’s stretchin’ this a little bit,” Techno warns, and before Wilbur can question what he meant, his vision is obscured as Techno walks past him.

He shuts the door and settles in on an armchair, which sits across from the couch Phil and Techno have found a seat on.

“Are you here for what I think you’re here for?” Wilbur asks, an explanation hung between them.

“It depends on what you’re thinking, Wil,” Phil hums, laughing to try and break the tension. It doesn’t work, and in the end it’s only him finding amusement. His father sighs. “We don’t care about you not replying to us, or making an effort to be social, we just care about you actually getting outside,” Phil starts, glancing at Techno, whose expression is nothing but curious at Phil’s particular wording, “so, see, we found something.”

He can’t say he enjoys the sound of that, and especially not as Phil pulls his phone out and taps at his screen, only to hand it to Wilbur. A long article catches his vision as he’s handed the phone. “Here ya’ go,” his fathers says, trying his best to smile.

Wilbur stares, face wooden as his finger slowly scrolls down his father’s phone.

Impending outlines of familiar figures and silenced commotion of bated breath keeps his flat quiet.

His eyes are hung heavy as he scrolls, skimming impatiently through the articles’ pre-advertisements. Something unintelligible of promised family fun and worthy relaxation flies past his eyes until he finally reaches it, an overdue title with a cheesy caption.

COLONY PARKS

“Tiny adventures await! Explore small worlds of wonder with tiny people, big fun!”

Wilbur squints at the screen, his doomful eyes blending in with his uncertain frown. “An amusement park? Are you fucking— fucking come again?” he scoffs. He had to ask; lingering in the back of his mind is hope that he isn’t sent to this hellhole.

His father lets out a sad sigh. “It’s for a few hours, Wil, that’s nothing compared to the things we could do.”

Handing the phone back, he shakes his head. “I think anything could be better than this. I thought your goal was to get me out of the house to have a good time. This is just—fucking childish!”

“I think one could pretty easily argue that you’re being childish right now,” Techno remarks. Phil elbows him, but Wilbur see’s the way he struggles to keep a smile down. “Heh? You know I’m right, but excuse me for putting a mark on your ‘good-parent’ facade.”

Phil stares at Techno, struggling down a smile. Wilbur shrinks into himself.

Eventually, Phil sighs. “He’s right,” Phil starts, and he watches as Techno smiles, “Wil, you gotta give it a try. One shot. If you don’t like it you know we won’t force you into it and we’ll find something better for you,” he finishes, and Wilbur solemnly nods. He knows better than to pick a fight with his father or Techno.

“Fine,” he murmurs.

–

When a day had passed after the conversation, Wilbur couldn’t say the passing time with the absence of people had let him think, because he honestly had to answer and say he had continued with his musty routine. The only thing different was he was wallowing with slight agitation with his father.

The sudden announcement had been a spring that he wasn’t exactly ready to release. He’d much prefer to ease into a “recovery”, but he can’t get everything he wants.

And now, with his phone vibrating loudly under his hand, he found his sore eyes opening, unadjusted to the sunlight that strung into his room, the sun high in the sky. He’d nearly drifted off again when his phone disturbed him.

He pulled himself up, propping his upper body up with his arm and unlocking his phone. Rushing notifications from Techno continuously layered until he had the decency to open them.

A long string of “urgent” messages.

From what he could gather with his five-hours-of-sleep brain, Techno was parked outside.

Begrudgingly, he tapped at Techno’s contact until the phone was ringing. Techno picked up immediately.

“You wakin’ up at twelve now?” Techno asks.

Wilbur sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, what little energy he has murmuring out a quiet response. “Techno what are you doing downstairs?”

“I recall Phil ‘n you coming to an agreement with the theme park.”

Wilbur groans. “Now? Today? He never told me that,” Wilbur complains. Groggily, he pulls himself up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The air is uncomfortably warm, but somehow the feeling of the heavy blanket over him still felt lovely.

“I’m only waitin’ ten more minutes before I go up ‘n get you myself, just so you know, Will-I-am,” Techno says.

“I’ll be down.”

And he was, with a fresh set of clothes and tamed hair, more than anything he’d been able to put together the past few days. He tried not to pay attention to how gross he felt, considering the greasy streaks of hair he felt just by trying to make it look presentable.

And his laundry was growing scarce, it was only a matter of time before he’d start rewearing things from his pile of filth in the corner.

Never mind that, though, he had one free day of being outdoors where everything was covered for him. But the thought of it still made him feel unnerved. Alone in an unfamiliar place that was probably packed with people. He’d heard of the place, probably one too many times over the years.

It was unconventional for Phil to think he would come out of his shell there of all places.

But, he did, and Techno was there, already walking around his car to seemingly come and find him. “That took you so long,” Techno murmured, turning back around at the sight of Wilbur. The brunet hummed in response, trying to sound amused. He got in the car, feeling out of place in such a tidy and unusually vibrant place. But he’d been in Techno’s car year after year, so he couldn’t say it didn’t feel familiar.

Techno drove off quickly without a word, and Wilbur buckled his seatbelt in and slumped against the window. “How far is it?” he asks on a whim.

“Nothin’ convenient,” Techno mutters, glancing at the GPS on his phone. “But it can’t be longer than two hours,” he quickly reassures.

Wilbur groans. “He wants me to be happy but can’t pick a convenient place for me to be happy at.”

“At least he’s trying,” Techno quickly butts in. “Not a lot of parents do that, bad parents ‘n all. That’s why there’s a lot of orphans.”

“I don’t think that’s what orphan means, Techno,” Wilbur muses.

“Don’t avoid the topic. And orphan can mean what I want it to mean ‘cause I’m the one killin’ them.”

“I’m not fuc—that’s still not how it works!” Wilbur argues, smiling ever-so-slightly.

It was like that the rest of the ride, brotherly banter between them while Techno still tried to drill into his head that Phil meant good. And Wilbur considered it, which was pointless because he knows Techno is right.

He watched as the time on the GPS went down slowly, until eventually it announced that they’d arrived. Which wasn’t entirely true, because even as Techno made a right-hand turn, down onto the path with a road sign announcing the park in big black letters: “COLONY PARKS”. A thick arrow pointed right, down the road that they were currently pulling onto.

In the distance, Wilbur spotted an overhead bridge with a big overhanging sign that decorates the entire side of said bridge. A dull brown background, the name of the park in what he recognizes as oversized shoelaces, suitably on-brand.

There’s strands of large, fake grass that obscures some of the words, and other giant versions of everyday things: buttons, bugs, probably other things had he been paying attention. It was interesting how all-out they went, but it didn’t excuse the fact that he wanted no part in this.

Fucking Phil and his need for him to be fine.

From that point forward, the scenery had changed drastically—there were towering blades of glass that gave the intended shrunken effect (where, if he was being honest, it made his mood lighten a bit). Certain sculptures of oversized shoes or again, bugs and old trinkets of the “nearby humans” lay in the “fields of grass”. He could certainly see the appeal, speaking for the children he knows passing by this very place with a much more exasperated and fulfilled face, while his dull and unamused; trying to hide how eager he was to look at the detail in everything.

“Honestly, I can see why you don’t wanna go here,” Techno chimes in after a moment, himself looking around at the scenery.

“Don’t say that unless you’re turning us around,” Wilbur deadpans. When Techno huffs, he shrinks deeper into the seat and tightens his arms around his torso.

(*)

“Woah—fucking shit!” Tubbo chants from afar, where Tommy can just barely hear him over the gust of air as a golf ball flies past him, narrowly missing his body. He thought he had that.

The human above him chuckles, and Tommy holds back a rant with a sour “I’ll fucking sue you”.

“Yeah, yeah,” the human murmurs, walking past him with ease to the next hole.

Tommy stays put, looking back at Tubbo, who’s sitting in the crevice of one of the fake rocks. “I’ve lost my pep, Tubbo,” he starts, and Tubbo’s already giving him a knowing look, but Tommy continues, “I’ll steal you a free thing—just please cover for me, my lungs are dying and I think if this person fuckin’ taunts me one more time I’ll probably get fired.”

Tubbo hums and shuffles up from his spot on the ledge. “I got you, bossman. Cut yourself off, or whatever. Go take a break,” he agrees.

Tommy’s offer slipped through Tubbo’s finger and he hurried off before he could remember. He bids a ‘thank you’ and speeds across the fake grass of the course, following along the left-hand side of the previous hole then hoisting over the low bricks that line the sides.

As he lands in the dirt, Tommy slows his pace and basks in his unofficial break.

He approaches the small hut for mini-golf booking, where Karl was leant against the counter with his phone in front of him. Lucky bastard, getting to use a phone with such ease.

Briefly, the worker noticed the tiny and Tommy nodded at him solemnly, and Karl offered a small smile and returned to the device.

Tommy ignores his jealousy (and his impulsive desire to steal it) and carries on, ducking under the tiny-worker entrance and slumping his shoulders as a gust of air-conditioned room hits him instantly..

Quiet feedback from his earpiece-turned-radio breaks the quiet silence, and Karl looks down at him. Tommy in return pauses, looking up at him.

There’s only a beat of passing silence before Karl chimes in with, “Hey, Tommy.”

“Hi Karl,” Tommy greets, wavering his previous path to cut across the floor; closer to the human. “You giving me a boost up? All the newcomers that are gonna have their mind fuckin’ blown when they come in here,” Tommy grins, “You know I just gotta see that.”

“Why should I help you?” Karl asks, and Tommy scowls at the question. “Will you put in a good word for me?”

“Oi! Come on Karl, don’t be a dick,” he yells up, scoffing.

Karl stares down at him, hand cupping his chin.

Fuck this. “Fine, dickhead. Who to, fuckin’ Big Q again?”

“Actually–yeah.”

Tommy makes a gagging noise, shaking his head. “You fucking romantic,” Tommy jokes—though he can’t say there wasn’t sincerity to it; he never saw the appeal of romance. But, the longer Karl stares at him with an expression even Tommy can quite literally not say no to, he shrugs. “I’ll try again, then, but I won’t accept assholery against me when he rejects you. Again.”

Karl nods, satisfied, then crouches down with his hand extended. With practised ease, Tommy steps on and adjusts his footing.

The human stands, and Tommy watches greedily as a view of the opening-hour crowds start fumbling in. Amusingly enough, Tommy also has a view of the human he was up against earlier.

He steps off of Karl’s hand and rushes across the counter. Karl returns to his phone, and Tommy takes a seat near the edge closest to the crowd.

There are the usual: families of three or four with giddy smiles as they ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at the decor as they try to ignore the inconvenient rush of people, and the couples that look too happy to be there. There’re grandparents with their kids, large groups of teenagers and large groups of adults, kids—everything.

But, one person in particular stands out to Tommy. There’s no kid clung to his side or running off, not a partner at his shoulder. He doesn’t look particularly invested; his shoulders are shrunk in on himself and his lanky torso, and frankly Tommy can’t say anyone has stood out quite like that in such an unordinary way.

Usually, the people who catch his attention are those with colourful clothes or boisterous voices and laughter. This guy is making himself small, and he looks quiet at best. It’s funny—someone so tall and dull couldn’t blend in with a familial crowd, but he attempted it anyway, and it was amusing to watch. Simple as that.

(*)

Kill him. Right here, right now, kill him.

Phil’s interpretation of fun and relaxation is still puzzling to him, because as eager people run from every direction and pay no mind as they brush against his still form, it doesn’t feel relaxing. He can only imagine the park stretching out for miles, and he can’t say that trudging any deeper would make this jungle of people any more coherent.

So, he looks to his left and makes a beeline over to the least crowded place he can find.

He goes sideways against the crowd, keeping his eyes narrowed to try and keep his vision straight ahead. He stumbles as he catches himself before he trips over a stroller, and just manages to find his footing on the path leading up to the attraction.

It’s a simplistic design, holding nothing special against the initial drive up, with towering flowers that cast a shadow over some areas, fake rocks that seem to fit in like pebbles against the flowers.

Wilbur takes a habitual look around, noticing the layout of a golf course.

Lucky find, he muses.

The path cuts short and opens to a wider area, where a wooden (yet somehow still posh-looking) stand is built. Behind the counter, a worker who couldn’t have been older than twenty five was scrolling idly through his phone. As Wilbur approaches awkwardly, he seems to catch the worker’s attention. He looks up, flashing a genuine smile as he sets his phone down.

“Hello,” Wilbur greets.

“Hey!” The worker greets back, and Wilbur tries to compose himself to talk. “Look, let me be honest with you, I’ve never been here before and I just—I think I need something to pass the time.”

Karl (if his nameplate had a say in it) nods along, looking fairly interested for any theme park worker. “Uh, do you want to try a few rounds on the course?”

“Yeah, that might be a better start than sitting around,” Wilbur agrees. Out of the corner of his eye, something shifts, but he can’t pay attention to it for long before Karl’s talking to him again.

“Okay, and have you been introduced to the rent-a-tiny feature?”

“Uh—oh, they may have mentioned it. I can’t say I was listening,” Wilbur explains. Karl nods.

“Oh. Well, newer members get it free,” Karl begins, ducking behind the counter, “but that is specifically for attractions. To take them around the park it would be extra,” Karl pops back up. “And there’s a new-member discount for that as well, usually for if it was paid online. But it’s totally optional!” Karl finishes, finally, and Wilbur takes it in.

“I—my dad set this up, I wouldn’t know what features he got. Again, I wasn’t exactly listening when they read it over.”

The conversation continued, back-and-forth for another five minutes until it was squared away that Phil had opted for the rent-a-tiny feature, which he hadn’t been thrilled to discover. But it was valuable money to Phil, and in one angle it was for a good cause. And so, again, his conscience won.

Karl had fitted him for the club and left him to choose a ball, while the worker set off to find a tiny. It was startling to know he was going to see one, purely because of his uncertainty that he would manage to handle such a small thing—person—whatever. It was unnerving.

And that’s why his heart ran nervously when Karl finally emerged, something wedged between his forefinger and thumb.

A borrower. A real fucking borrower. Wilbur tries to hide his suddenly piqued interest in the being, watching as calmly as possible as the two approached and the borrower was set down onto the counter. He looked irritated, but still put on a fake, flashy smile for customer-him.

“Hello, you’ve interrupted my break time but I can take a break for you, I saw you over there,” the borrower points to the crowd to Wilbur’s left of them, “and you looked all sad as shit,” the borrower finishes. His voice was so loud, so clear, no stutter in sight and swearing proudly. It was hard not to seem impressed.

“Good luck with him, and have a good game!”

Wilbur tucks the club under his arm and pockets the golf ball, then stares at the borrower.

“Uh—” Wilbur’s voice ran dry. Karl had disappeared out of sight, and that left the two standing there.

“Dy’a want me to walk then, dick?”

“Ah—no, I can just pick you up?”

“You’re one of those people?” The borrower asks, raising an eyebrow at him in plain frustration. Wilbur feels guilty, but he does feel an underlying irritation of his own. “Look, set your hand down. I won’t bite you,” the borrower instructs. Wilbur obliges reluctantly, slowly approaching his hand to the counter. “And while I’m at it, since you’re a bitch and got me for a day, I’m Tommy. Big T.”

Wilbur rests his hand on the surface and responds “Wilbur”.

Tommy nods and turns his attention to his transportation, which Wilbur has been focussed on excruciatingly long to keep steady. As tiny skin brushes onto his, Wilbur’s entire body freezes. In that moment, his strength is kept in keeping his hand still. It was also at this contact that Wilbur remembered how touch starved he had been as of lately, with days of laying in bed with nothing but a blanket and his clothes stuck to him.

And now, there was a borrower climbing into the palm of his hand, settling right in the crevice where his fingers couldn’t help but curl at the touch.

Wilbur tries to shake away the feeling of contact against his hand and turns away, Tommy kept carefully in his palm.

“It’s fucking stupid to be scared of something smaller than you, pussy,” Tommy says, looking up at him through Wilbur’s curled fingers.

Wilbur furrows his brows and looks down in return, shaking his head. “I’m not scared of you, I never implied that,” he argues.

“Uhuh. You seem to be going the wrong way, I recall the first hole being back there,” Tommy says, grinning like he’s already known.

Wilbur turns on his heel and starts off in the right direction. “And you didn’t want to tell me?”

“Well, you don’t seem like the most talkative fella’,” Tommy points out. Wilbur furrows his brows.

He laughs half-heartedly. “That’s fair.”

(*)

So much for a break.

He watches as Tubbo grins at him from the last hole, while he’s sat in a palm at the very first one. Tommy wrinkles his face and flips the other off, who in return follows suit.

Then Tubbo is distracted by the other human, leaving Tommy alone again.

Might as well be worth it to pry Wilbur out of his shell if their day was going to have any confirmation of a good ending.

“Alright,” Tommy announces, shuffling up from his spot on Wilbur’s palm and pushing his fingers away. The human obliges, standing scarily still. “How—how uh, how do you want to play?”

“I have no fucking clue what that means,” Wilbur says.

Tommy frowns. “Okay, well, I can help you, or I can, well, not help you—which I’ll be fair, either way ends in me not helping you, unless you're really lucky. And I don’t think you’ll be lucky enough, even though you are a sad, sad guy."

“I’m not sad!”

Tommy stares at him.

“Okay, whatever, you caught me,” Wilbur says sarcastically. “And do whatever you fucking want, I’m sure I could punt you no matter you’re advantage,” the human says, chortling. Tommy gasps.

“Fucking try me. Bitch.”

Wilbur hums and crouches down carefully, an irritating slowness to his movements that makes Tommy’s world go by in slow-motion. He’s scrambling for purchase on the fake grass as soon as he knows he can, which happens to instantly trigger a reaction from Wilbur, who’s other hand moves to catch him.

Tommy lands on more skin, the softness of the landing being both comforting and infuriating.

“Oi! I can handle myself,” Tommy yells as Wilbur takes the initiative to let him down. “I value my safety, I wouldn't've jumped if I didn’t, dickhead.”

The gentle-ness continued for the remainder of the game. And despite Tommy’s request for a stronger hit, (which he did execute a couple times, until it dispersed into small and lazy hits), he never seemed to take it to heart.

But, the game did eventually end.

There wasn’t any winner that got to celebrate, it was just a little bit of a lighter mood. Tommy, hesitant as he would be to ever admit it to the human, had taken a liking. It was rewarding to watch a more violent part of him come out the more Tommy kept pushing him.

The rest of the day was ahead of them, and Wilbur had already seemed more eager than he had been to interact with the tiny.

—–—

EUEUEUEUEUUE IT'S REEEEEEEAAAAAL !!!!!!!!!

#brickquiries #mw #brickfic #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #g/t #gt #t!tommy #g!wilbur #tiny workers au #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHGHG

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Radio Killed the Video Star review

Time to see Vox and Alastor go at it then after that, see Sir Pentious interact with the Hotel staff for the first time. Spoilers as always.

I know there wouldn’t be a story if this happened, but how come Charlie is still allowing Angel Dust to work for Val when she is trying to redeem him? It’s counterproductive, so you think she would have given Angel an ultimatum. Maybe later in the series, but after seeing previous Helluva Boss episodes, soon Angel will willingly quit to actually try and redeem himself for his and more so Charlie’s sake.

So Vox is in charge of electronics. He better not be in charge of videogames as that is taken by my OC, Ratchet. But for real it would be boring if Vox owned everything electrical. I wonder if existing Overlords could lose titles for things when someone better appears? That works as I have it written down that my OC beats Vox and Val to save his friends and then becomes the Overlord of videogames in the aftermath.

I know it’s a common thing, but it is surprising when a string bean like Val has the strength to literally tear people apart.

Vox’s VA is good (glad they didn’t go for a Mark Hamill like voice, that SHOULD have been a Lucifer thing) but I’m not liking Velvette’s as I always pictured her having a youngish vlogger/influencer kind of voice. It’s also seems like this updated version of her doesn’t like Vox whereas in the pilot it seemed like she had a crush on him. Hey unlike with Stella, at least this won’t hurt the series. It’s also interesting that Velvette also has a career in fashion, adds more to her then just being a social influencer.

So Vox has the ability to hypnotize people. Interesting, and another example of how both demons and sinners can have powers not related to their profession and such. Good to know as I can see this leading to some fun ideas.

Velvette can change a person’s clothes. I had a similar fun idea about her having such an ability to do that to herself along with changing her hair instantly given her doll like appearance. For all we know, this could be canon.

More moth sinners.

Obvious Helluva Boss reference.

Val confirmed to be the dumb one of the Vs. Hey at least that joke from the ADDICT video about him no knowing basic math seems to be canon XD.

The thing with Vox’s eye reminds me of this show called Daria, as I recall it having a character with a gag where when he got mad one of his eyes would get noticeably bigger.

Again Alastor’s voice changed while he was talking. The line about “what will the papers say” had less radio static then usual and sounded more normal. There must be a pattern, but we won’t know until we get more examples.

This was spoiled a bit for me but yeah both Al and Lilith had a time of absence of 7 years. This could mean many things like they’re working together or against each other. Only time will tell but now we got the 2ndmystery of the season, or part of the series’ grand mystery.

Insert “Vox using pic from one of Viv’s tweets” comment here.

I’ll admit, I didn’t see the reason behind Alastor and Vox’s rivalry starting because he said no to Vox’s offer to join the V alliance. I like it.

Trailer shot. A bit of a relief that this isn’t happening during the finale.

Vox owns techno sharks, but I’m more curious about where that adorable land shark he has as a pet is. Hopefully that wasn’t written out.

Heh, Val is adding rhinestones to his gun.

Also Velvette changed her hair! I’m now counting this and another one of my HH ideas being canon.

Angel got one of Al’s minions to develop feelings for him, and he doesn’t seem to like it. Talk about karma XD.

LOOK AT THOSE PUPPY EYES!!! SO CUTE! :3

While it is sad seeing Angel get bummed out when Charlie said she likes that Pentious is someone (to her knowledge) that is actually trying to redeem themselves, he does deserve it given all the times he’s mocked the idea and of course embarrass Charlie in the pilot. At least after hearing this, it’s possible this will be the first step to eventually make him actually care about trying to be better, if not then to make Charlie like her more than Pentious.

Cute KeeKee moment.

I said this in my Tumblr post about the Husk, Niffy, and Sir Pentious “trailer”, but we can all agree that Niffty’s crush on Pentious shouldn’t be a permanent thing due to how creepy it is.

I do hope throughout the series, we do learn how Lucifer feels about certain things, especially those that use him as a topic. I’m sure the “Devil’s Dandruff” is in the list of things he hates.

“character who made bad life choices, getting jealous and is thinking about going back to doing said bad choices” cliché.

FAT NUGGETS!!!

It is interesting that the artist are still using Val’s smoke (which I’m also guessing represents pheromones, though apparent some moths can make perfume to attract mates) as a symbol for Angel’s addiction.

And here comes the old trope of “people believing the new guy instead of the other character, when said other character was trying to save the day”. Wait they’re actually breaking away from a usual trope? YES! I haven’t seen that happen in Vivzie’s works in forever! Heck they did it twice in this episode if you count the twist with Al and Vox’s rivalry origins.

Even as PJ Charlie wears a suit like outfit while Vaggie’s is in a more dress like outfit. It actually reminds me of the outfit of her old design. Also is Charlie wearing high heel slippers!

Though I am a bit skeptical of Pentious’ quick change of heart, it is nice to now see Charlie have a patient that will try to be a better person. Again could this lead to a rivalry between Pentious and Angel and then one day having Angel actually wanting to try and change.

Also like I once brought up somewhere, I wonder what is going to happen when Pentious runs into Cherri when she arrives to see Angel.

Oh thank god they ended that thing with Niffty. Let’s hope it never happens again.

Wait are they just going to leave that Vox camera there? Never mind, looks like Al will take care of it offscreen.

Hey Vox fans, here is something I bet you haven’t heard in the news, apparently the biggest radio company in the U.S. filed for bankruptcy a little over a week ago. I wonder how Al and Vox would feel about that and what that discussion would lead to!

This was a simple, but good episode. One pro of it was that we got to see and learn more about the Overlords, specifically the Vs, which makes sense considering Val and Vox's connections to the main cast. We also got to learn a bit about Overlords and how much say they have.

I think the best thing in the episode was the pretty surprising twist that Vox wanted to team up with Alastor.

The only negative is again with the ending quickly having Pentious joining the hotel. I know the story is going to be a bit rush here and there given the season only has 8 episodes, but I feel like there should have been a moment where Pentious says he really wants to be better.

Maybe during the song he says he did like Charlie’s positivity while during the exercises, and her offer of a second/real chance has made him want to try and be better, or at least enough she he won’t end up like Vox. Heck maybe he says something related to Alastor’s portion of his own song and realize that trying to stay up with trends/being popular isn’t always that great, possibly making him and Alastor get on better terms, as I can see Al hanging around with anyone just because they hate Vox.

What were your thoughts on the episode?

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel niffty

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cat-fried-fiend · 4 months

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trans Techno SBI fic part 2

here's the second part to the fic I've been writing :)

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Phil drives like a mad man. Honestly, he’s probably broken at least half a dozen traffic laws trying to reach Puffy as fast as possible. Maybe flying would have been less hazardous to others but Puffy doesn’t drive he can’t find it in himself to care about the law anyways. Most people in his situation would do the same, probably. At least he hopes he isn’t the odd one out, the only one who is completely fretting over this ordeal.

Puffy’s cottage is nestled in the heart of their quaint town but somehow still ringed with a yard of bright flowers and overgrown shrubs that border on trees. It’s a little slice of the country in a place where concrete is more abundant than fresh dirt and Phil relaxes as he approaches the front door. He’d let her know he was coming by but doubts she expects him to still be in his sweats and bathrobe. Still, he didn’t have enough thought to change before leaving, barely remembering to exchange his slippers for shoes.

She answers the door quickly, visibly surprised at his state. But she smiles and greets him kindly and ushers him into her living room. Phil sits awkwardly on the couch shifting his wings uncomfortably behind him. He’s unsure of how exactly he’s supposed to go about this conversation. He’d been in such a panic before that he’d decided to go to the first woman, he knew for help. But now Phil feels like maybe he shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. Maybe Puffy wasn’t affected by her human side this way. Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that only a woman would know what to do. Sighing, Phil drags a hand down his face, trying to scrub away the exhaustion that came with parenting.

“So…” Puffy starts, somehow having manifested two cups of tea and a plate of cookies, that now sit on the small coffee table separating them. “What was the emergency you needed my help with? Are the boys alright?”

“Oh…Wilbur and Tommy are fine,” he responds, grabbing a cup of tea just so he has something to focus on.

“And Techno?”

“He’s….. Well, that’s what I wanted to ask about. I woke up with him screaming for me. Which terrified me at first since he’s never really done that before but then…. He, well-”

Phil isn’t sure how exactly to tell his friend that he thought the kid he has been taking care of for the last six months, one he’s come to see as he third son, didn’t have the capability to carry children. It’s such a huge thing to miss. Especially when Techno’s already struggling with his hybrid identity. And now Phil’s probably made his identity issues even worse by just making assumptions.

Puffy raises an eyebrow, a concerned expression on her face.

“He’s not…anatomically male… like I thought” Phil wants to curl up and die. But being a parent means facing all sorts of mortifying conversations, so he forces himself upright and persevere. “And ah… he woke up with blood- which is how I realized that-”

Puffy fixes him with a look and Phil shuts his mouth.

“So, your son who you didn’t realize wasn’t anatomically male until today, started his period, and you ran to me for help?” She asks evenly, sipping her tea.

Phil nods, “Ah, yeah that’s… that’s mostly what happened. I- I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve never had to deal with something like this before and I thought that maybe you could help, or at least give me a place for information?”

Puffy hums. “I don’t like that you assumed I’d know what to do but you were right. I can help you. But you’re the one who’s looking after Techno. You’ve got to be the one he trusts for information, not me.”

Phil nods.

“Ok.” Puffy sighs, sipping her tea again. “What’s Techno doing now?”

“Showering. He doesn’t know what any of this is. I’m fairly sure he doesn’t even know the full extent of anatomical differences in humans.”

“Ok… the showering idea was good. Did he seem upset at all?”

Phil feels a flash of guilt. “Yeah… he was really upset with all of it but mainly when I told him about the monthly part. It was the one of the few times I’ve seen him cry so openly.”

“Look, it could be because of the hormones but I think you need to have a conversation about his gender identity or at least give him a basic lecture on human gender and sexuality.”

“You’re right.” Phil sighs.

“I know.” Puffy says with a smile. “Did you ever give Wilbur any information or is still he just confusedly and painfully pining over Quackity.”

Phil represses the full body shudder at that topic. Yes, he gave Wil the talk. Had he possibly been too late and ended up seeing things he can never unsee? Also, yes. So no, Wilbur was no longer confused about his feelings for Quackity, at least in the gender/sexuality department. Though, Phil still isn’t entirely sure Wilbur knows the difference between a crush, a rivalry, and an obsession.

But Phil doesn’t say that. He just nods and focuses on his tea. They really should get going. It’s already been nearly twenty minutes and Phil’s certain Techno isn’t going to leave the shower until he produces Puffy or a large sum of gold. And as Phil isn’t sure there’s enough gold in the whole server to be enough to lure him out, Puffy it will have to be.

In the end, they wind up dragging Puffy’s younger cousins with them which Phil is a bit unsure about. He’s sure Techno doesn’t want a whole lot of people parading around the house at a time like this. But Puffy refuses to let them stay at home alone quoting that the last time they had, she came back with a quarter of her home completely missing and the rest completely covered in butter and burn marks. So, she drags them out of bed and into Phil’s car, the two of them cursing, and screaming the whole way. Phil sympathizes with them, he too would be kicking and screaming if Puffy decided to drag him out of bed on a Sunday morning before eight AM. Or maybe not, Phil decides, when Puffy fixes the look back at her cousins who promptly stop complaining.

Puffy is kind enough to let Techno use the supplies she has at least until Phil could be reliably trusted to go to the store and get the correct items. Relief slowly drips into Phil’s gut the closer they get to the house, unwinding the knot of worry. Beside him, Puffy is holding a box that she’s filled with whatever she’s deemed necessary and quizzing him on the basic information. Really, Phil should know more but as he hadn’t had the most formal education as a child, it’s lucky he knows this much.

Phil glances in the mirror, trying to be a decent driver this time around. Somehow, despite it only being five minutes since Phil pealed out of their driveway the two cousins are silent. And he realizes why. Behind him, the two smaller sheep hybrids are fast asleep, siting piled against each other in a way that has Phil’s heart melting.

This is why being a parent is worth it.

It’s been about forty minutes since Phil’s left when he finally returns. Anxiety has returned with vengeance over the course of the drive and his gut feels like one giant knot. But the house is still standing in one-piece, warm cedar shingles bathed in golden sunlight, and somehow this lessens the worry he feels inside. Ushering Puffy and her sleepy cousins inside quietly, Phil tries his hardest to keep the rest of the house asleep. He really doesn’t need Tommy waking up right now. After softly directing the two children into the den, Phil hurriedly guides Puffy up the stairs and into his office.

“Phil,” Puffy says evenly, “I know you’re stressed, go make some coffee and read one of the books I brought, I’ll let you know when Techno’s ready.”

Phil sighs, shoulder’s slumping and he allows Puffy to start to shoo him out of the small office.

“Wait-” Puffy says, pausing to rummage through her supplies, “here, give this to Techno, ok?” She hands him a small box that looks to hold some sort of clothes. Phil nods, giving her a tired but grateful smile.

“Thanks for the help, Puffy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably die,” she says with a grin which he matches easily. “Now go…” Phil follows her orders, knocking on the bathroom door. Once he detects Techno’s stifled shout of allowance over the spray of the shower, he cracks it open and sets the box down on the counter then makes a hasty retreat. With that done, he begins a load of laundry. After so many years Phil’s become pretty much an expert on bloodstains and he’s certain that with his skills, nothing will remain as an unpleasant reminder for Techno. He’s just finished getting the coffee pot started and began perusing one of Puffy’s books when he hears someone faintly shout, “save me!” Then a deafening crash. Without a second thought, Phil bolts towards the den, praying that Puffy and Techno are doing fine upstairs.

#trans technoblade #sbi fanfic #technoblade #philza #captain puffy

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mathanlin · 10 months

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Fae/Foster AU where foster kid!Tommy doesn’t realize the Watsons are Fae.

Sure, they have rules. But with how kind they’ve been, Tommy’s wholeheartedly okay with following them.

Even when they start to feel achingly like punishments.

It’s nothing more than he’s experienced before.

Sure, they call him ‘Theseus’ and never ‘Tommy,’ but it’s nice. He has food, even if the Watsons don’t cook for him — and he’s still allowed to sit at the table.

They don’t give him gifts.

But he still tries to give them one.

Earrings.

They each have one, emeralds & gold. That’s what drives Tommy to buy his own quartet of little colorful jewels, each hanging from steel loops.

But his excitement fades fast as he climbs the stairs to Wilbur’s room.

*They're going to hate it.*

Maybe it’s an unfounded fear. But maybe it isn’t.

They’ve said they enjoy his company. They’ve smiled at him, hugged him, laughed at his jokes.

But it still burns whenever he’s shunted to the side, excluded from meals by someone’s, “Sorry, Thes. It’s nothing personal.”

He knocks on Wilbur’s door, the earrings clutched in one palm.

He’s not playing guitar — if he was, Tommy would’ve been urged outside, no matter how assured Wilbur he’d love his music.

The door swings open.

Wilbur is *furious.*

That’s what it seems like, at least. All baggy eyes and pinched expression.

And a grimace that morphs into a sneer as he sees Tommy.

Or rather, the earrings in his hand.

“I— I got you guys a gift.”

Tommy holds them out, and Wilbur hisses in… pain?

“They’re— I thought you’d like them?” Tommy flinches. “To go with your family’s emeralds?”

*To show I'm family, too?*

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Get those out of here, *now.*”

Tommy recoils, paling, barely managing to ramble.

“Would— would Phil want them? Or Techno? You don’t have to like them, I just thought— I didn’t mean to—”

“No, they won’t,” Wilbur snaps, pinching his brow. “Get them out of this house, *now.*”

So Tommy runs.

(And Wilbur realizes too late to stop him.

The earrings were steel, an iron alloy. That’s why Wilbur’s head had been aching all day, why the air burned when Tommy held out his gift.

Why he’d snapped at a kid that adored him, why Tommy’s face had crumpled.

Why he’d run away.)

#sbi #sbi au #mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #threadfic

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storytree-hyw · 2 years

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I never would’ve thought that a man who made minecraft videos would connect to me and much as he did. Alex did you much for so many people and I’m happy he knew how much we all loved him. May the king take his final rest and may he be forever in peace, rest in immortal tranquility Alex, Technoblade.

If you’re reading the under the cut junk I honestly applaud you. This isn’t really here for any particular reason, it’s more here for me. If you’re not a big reader you’re allowed to leave, or heck—stick around, listen to my rambles about everything.

I remember when I found out, one of my friends sent the video and I remember watching it and, well I don’t want to say I didn’t take it well—honestly the most accurate description was that…I didn’t take it at all. In the moment I didn’t cry, I didn’t do anything except look at my phone and I remember just feeling shock. Some part of me wanted to believe it was a joke, a dream, that somehow it wasn’t real. I remember looking through the early stream on comments and seeing how people were reacting.

I knew it wasn’t a joke, or a dream. My brain just didn’t want to except it. I also found it odd how I wasn’t sad, or at least not crying. My eyes were dry, I wasn’t even shaking. I don’t think it really hit me yet.

Then later that night I was lying in bed and it finally hit me. It was when I was watching some compilations of Techno’s best moments and it finally hit me. It hit me like falling off a building—god it sucked. It finally clicked in my mind that this person, this man whose made so many people laugh, and smile, brought people together, lifted others up, was putting on a brave face after putting up a nearly year long fight to cancer—was gone.

He was gone. Gone forever, a whole person was gone from this earth and it took me that long to realize that. I don’t blame myself it’s a hard thing to grasp, whether old or young, an entire person just being gone from everything and not being able to continue on with their life hurts.

…

He died too young.

I was barely able to gather my thoughts through all the crying and sobbing I did that night. I was kind of a wreck today too, I just wanted to stay home. If I didn’t need groceries I would’ve stayed home haha..

After looking at others responses and all the overwhelming hope and comfort for everyone in the community I was finally able to find my anchor of comfort.

I found comfort in the fact that Alex is not hurting anymore from the physical pain and the fatigue that this most likely put him through. I found comfort in realizing that Alex is gone but he will live on forever through his impact, his memories, his friends, his family, and us; his community and fans. I found comfort in the fact that even if Alex isn’t here anymore we can still give our love to the community he built from the ground up and that this community has so much overwhelming support for one another. And lastly I found comfort in the fact that Alex had the absolutely audacity to create merch for his death, the actual craziness, hahaha man…Im gonna miss him.

The fact that he talked about it so casually too, this whole experience didn’t seem like big scary monster to him, he wasn’t scared. He was brave, and he was even joking about it, constantly—so much that he being worried made a lot of us less scared too. And I really appreciate that, he really cared for everyone he impacted.

We’re all going to miss him, so much, for so long. The grief from having someone of that emotional connection suddenly passing isn’t going to go away overnight, and that okay. We all deal with grief differently, but as long as we’re respectful of eachother and stick together we’ll be alright. Alex was an amazing individual, in the coming time that we all will be dealing with this I wish everyone in the community the best.

As long we keep these memories of him alive he’ll always be with us in some way and he will never fade away—besides I’d like to imagine he’d be pretty peeved off in heaven if any of us let that happen. We were so lucky to have him and he probably believes it was so astonishing that he had all of us. Rest well in the afterlife Alex, hope you have a nice view to watch all you’re loved ones.

Technoblade never dies

#technoblade #techno #alex technoblade #mcyt fanart #mcyt #DSMP #dsmp techno #rest in love #fuck cancer #technoblade never dies

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tobi-smp · 2 years

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apparently one of the takes going around about the end of wilbur’s arc is that it’s Good because it’s the solution to c!crime codependency issues.

which on the one hand, I Do understand to a degree. it’s been highlighted quite a bit that they have Real issues with loving each other but not knowing how to exist alongside each other in a healthy way.

however, I really Don’t agree here for a couple reasons.

1: Much like I get into here [Link 1, Link 2], sometimes extreme situations either cause or outright Require behavior that would be extreme or even Unhealthy in a healthy environment.

I could talk about how wilbur and tommy Didn’t have a particularly unhealthy relationship at the start of the series (tommy Idolized wilbur to an extent sure, but in the way that tommy was a Teenager and wilbur was The adult figure in his life at the time. in the way that he’d idolized Techno and Phil once too), I could point out that tommy and wilbur’s Major issues with clinginess started in direct response to trauma (pogtopia, exile, limbo) and are majorly About needing reassurance and security.

but the bigger issue is that Right Now both of them are at the point where they Very Practically Need Support.

wilbur has never learned how to forgive himself. and you could argue that that’s due in part because he remembers his failures when he looks at the people that he’s hurt. and that’s fair !

except he’s a very actively suicidal man who has now just cut himself off from literally All of his immediate friends and family. the fact that he Grew Up in utah does not mean that he has a Support System in utah.

the ending goes out of its way to confirm that he’s still Not in a good place and he still Doesn’t and Can’t see himself as a good person. that Doesn’t sound like a situation where he should be Completely Self Isolating to me At All.

and tommy.

if I even mention the name “dream” there are people whose immediate response is going to be “It’s Not Wilbur’s Job To Protect Tommy” or “Wilbur Was Never Capable Of Stopping Dream In The First Place” but the fact still Absolutely remains that wilbur is the person who makes tommy feel the Safest and tommy’s abuser who killed him three times and whose threatened to torture him for Literally Eternity is Actively out there.

the deal that wilbur made with dream to protect tommy was Directly reliant on the fact that wilbur was physically there on the server. the moment you remove wilbur from that equation the gambit is over.

it’s been directly confirmed that dream, tommy, and tubbo are going to have some kind of final confrontation soon. and out of universe it’s being planned around the fact that wilbur isn’t going to be there. I Highly Highly doubt that they’re going to write c!tommy dying after everything, so we Have to assume that wilbur doesn’t need to be there for tommy to survive.

but We Also Know For A Fact That Dream Is Going To Go After Tommy The Moment He Realizes That Wilbur Is Gone. because that gambit Will Be Over and that axis of tommy’s support system Will Be Gone.

c!tommy is Most Likely going to survive, but In Universe there is every chance that he isn’t going to. and tommy would absolutely know that.

Disregarding the Literal Physical Danger that tommy is in right now, the fact that wilbur left him in this situation is going to hurt him (or at least, it would Realistically, whether it’s actually acknowledged in character or not is up to the cc’s). not being taken to safety and instead being left at the mercy of an actual serial killer Would Hurt Him.

this isn’t going to fix his co-dependence, this is going to make it worse. Realistically when you put someone into a traumatic/survival situation and knock out their safety nets and support systems they spiral and either Lash Out, cling harder to what they Do have, or both.

2: lets assume for a second that none of that is true and that wilbur and tommy Aren’t in positions where some level of heightened dependence is necessary (both for their mental health and their direct survival). this still isn’t the “best way” to address their co-dependence because this wasn’t Healthy.

lets look at this chain of events as they were presented in canon.

- wilbur starts avoiding tommy because he’s set his mind on apologizing to everyone, but he’s afraid of tommy not forgiving him.

- so for an actual year he pushes tommy away both without explaining why and while still wanting him in his life. tommy knows something’s wrong and he knows he’s being lied to but he doesn’t know Why.

- at some point wilbur makes the decision that he’s going to move back to utah. we don’t know when, but it most likely coincides with his increased effort to try to genuinely make amends with the people important to him. despite this he doesn’t tell anyone what his plan is, though he does make many vague hints about him going Somewhere, and he Doesn’t let tommy back in to his life.

- that is, until, it’s time for him to try to get closure with tommy. tommy opens up to wilbur about his trauma in exile, about being abused (physically and mentally) to the point of suicide. this is the first time tommy has Ever opened up about this to anybody, the first time he’s ever used those words exactly (even to himself).

- wilbur realizes that he has to do something to ensure that his brother will stay safe while he’s gone.

even pretending like the plan he came up with Would ensure that, what happened is that wilbur pretended to burn tommy’s disks in front of him and then threatened to kill himself to dream (which, again, was confirmed out of character to be Genuine) all without telling tommy what was about to happen or the fact that it Was a plan until afterwards. something that would’ve been Deeply Traumatic.

- wilbur then disappeared again for months (this was confirmed in a stream tommy did with tubbo afterwards) until the c!wilbur finale.

- in the lead up to the big reveal tommy Genuinely thought that wilbur was going to kill himself. which had to do with what he’d been saying here yes, but it Also had to do with the fact that he Literally Threatened To Do It Right In Front Of Tommy The Last Time They’d Seen Each Other. wilbur Refused to tell tommy what was going on, to open up to him after tommy had opened up to Him, until the very end.

until tommy had been literally begging and crying, until tommy lashed out in frustration (in Fear).

- it was then that wilbur revealed that he was leaving.

- he gave tommy a book with writing that, apparently, helped tommy feel some level of closure. but he still then left Immediately after telling tommy. with no time to process.

and that’s it. that’s the end.

maybe Wilbur will find some kind of closure in this. maybe he really Does have friends and family waiting in utah to help him heal and grow, maybe he’ll get a therapist. I don’t know.

but this? was the actual opposite of healthy. this isn’t setting tommy up to heal from his co-dependence, this is traumatizing him.

he opened up about the most traumatic event of his entire life to someone he loved and cared about and Trusted and then was immediately traumatized, left alone for months on end, and then traumatized Again so he could then watch wilbur teleport away to What? another country? another plane of existence? either way, wilbur is somewhere tommy’s never gonna reach.

we’re being asked to accept that whatever tommy read in that book is supposed to make up for all of the trauma and emotional turmoil surrounding this relationship and experience, but like. I Don’t Believe That.

I Can believe that there was something in there that made him feel better in the Moment. but if the intent was set tommy up to address his dependency then he was set up to fail.

what is he being taught? not to open up to anyone about his trauma ever again? that the people he cares about are gonna lie to him and there’s nothing he can do about it?

like. I Love wilbur. I care about him More Than I Probably Should. cc!wilbur Carefully and Intentionally set up Many problems with this relationship that were Highlighted in this stream on purpose and then deliberately didn’t resolve them. the only answer we’re given is Deliberately kept off screen.

this will not Fix crimeboys. it will certainly make their relationship Different, but it won’t make it Healthy.

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