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alfredfortnitejones · 5 months
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guess what day it is
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IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE
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theeretblr · 9 months
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Hey Tumblr, I'm live! It's been 3 Years since "The Betrayal"! Let's hangout in my Hardcore world! :D
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shirubiaowo · 2 months
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Joel and Grian really went L’manburg on XB in today’s episodes
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valrnyx · 4 months
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I love how the whole of the English community just has major flashback after flashback screaming HISTORY IS REPEATING ITSELF for the thousandth time. I guess it was just never meant to be…
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im back on my they deserved better train featuring:
tianlang jun and su xiyan
gongyi xiao, my beloved
luo bingge
and shen jiu and yue qi
if anyone needs me ill be in the corner crying, thanks
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tobytost · 11 months
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me when I'm forced to think about how painfully young Ezra was when all of the bad shit was happening to him
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he was only 7 WHEN EVERYTHING WAS TAKEN FROM HIM, only 15 when Malachor happened, only 15 when he was constantly in danger and hunted alive, he was only 17 when Maul fucked with his head so much he's lost his reality perception, HE WAS ONLY 18 IN SEASON 4
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s0dalici0uss · 9 months
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i love them both sm
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emeraldkitty123 · 5 months
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Happy november 16th everyone!!! Btw i will be treating this as a fandom holiday for the dsmp for the rest of ever so.
Happy 3(?) year anniversary of lmanburg being blown up and also c!wil's death :)
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whiteoutdoesart · 1 year
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It was never meant to be. -Eret, Wilbur, Niki
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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year
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Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Fandom(s): DreamSMP
Character(s): C!Technoblade
Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)
TW: Mention of death
Style: Hcs
Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.
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You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.
You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.
“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.
“I’m dying very soon.”
“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.
“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.
You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.
“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.
“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.
“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.
“I’d love that.”
You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.
You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.
You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”
You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.
He was gone.
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33
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ghostly-groves · 9 months
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Happy “It was never meant to be” three years anniversary ᗡ:
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justadaydreamersland · 6 months
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It was never meant to be...
Hex haywire 
Pairing: Hex haywire x reader
Summary: Like a drug..
Contains: A little bit of sexual undertones but VERY small, angst
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Empty...
Hex couldn’t explain the way he felt, it was a feeling he wasn’t used to. Hex let out a groan as that same twisting in his gut took over, The same feeling he had years ago. The feeling of not knowing where he stood, where he’d go from here, it sent him back to his natural self-preservation instincts. 
In a strange way, it was comforting. In another, it stung. When Hex reached across the expanse of his bed he fully expected to meet cold, empty sheets, but that didn’t mean he hoped she’d still be there. 
Hex rolled over and stared at the other pillow. It was sunken in, a sign she’d been lying next to him mere hours ago. It wasn’t a dream. Though, that wasn’t necessarily a relief. Because now he was left without ground to stand on. When he got up and ventured out of my room what could I expect? 
Nothing.
He couldn't stay in his room all day, he had to feed his cat, He had work to do.
With soft footsteps Hex wandered out of his room and into the kitchen. Hex couldn't help the way his heart stuttered when he scanned the room, only to find it void of her. 
 Alone again…
Hex’s body deflated as he slumped into the kitchen counter and tried to regain whatever composure he had left. 
Why did she leave.. Was it better that she left or worse than what he was expecting to happen?
Maybe that was what he wanted: to pretend it never even happened. Did he regret it? Was he hoping she’d just move on and act like last night was just a fluke? Y/n was always one to hide her feelings well, which was a serious detriment to him now. Without some kind of tell, He had no idea whether this was an attempt to avoid discussing the nature of their relationship or a way to convey that it wasn’t a big deal to her.
“I need to get the hell out of here” Hex mumbled, hitting his palm on the marble counter. Staying home could make things worse. Everything around him reminded him of her. Gods, things had gotten much more complicated then he’d planned.
Hex went to get his things put together and change into clothes that were better suited for being out all day. But as he got ready he couldn’t help but think about Her. For better or worse, He needed something from her. Any sort of indication on her feelings about last night. Because it wasn’t just some little kiss. It was a breakdown of everything that had been mounting between them, a culmination of months of tension. 
And she acted like it was nothing.
That’s when he heard it, the door. The front door opened in near perfect silence, and if it weren’t for the fact that Hex trained his ears to be able to hear even the faintest of breaths was able to help him know she was  coming otherwise he wouldn’t have heard her coming.
 Hex shoulders rose as his body anticipated her presence, and she slowly turned to face her. She wore a pretty blue dress, she had stopped mid way through taking her shoe’s off as she looked up at him, Her hand was secured on her shoe, ready to be tugged up as soon as he was gone ready to leave even at the smallest blink of hex eyes. 
She looked up at him, but her face held a distant stare. Her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply, taking her shoes off and putting them in the rack. 
Say something.
She didn't. She just walked past him getting ready to head upstairs. Instead, his grip fell to the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin on his hand brought back something he didn’t know he needed. He pulled her against him with just enough strength that she couldn’t resist. He knew she wouldn’t have, but maybe he didn’t know that. Hex looked down at her, studied her, and leaned in. His hand pushed her hair back, over her shoulder. He could nearly feel the pulse of his heart, completely steady, as he walked her backwards against the wall. Underneath him she was crumbling into pieces. 
His face came closer to her’s, and he tilted her chin up in girlish anticipation. But that expectant tingle of a kiss wasn’t met; instead, he dipped his head lower, finding the top of her collar bone. Wet lips closed against her skin, lingering there. Hex squeezed her waist and pushed his fingers through her hair, gently tipping her head back further. His mouth traveled up her neck, taking its time. She grabbed the sides of his shirt, willing him to continue, but he stopped when he reached her jaw. She pulled away and a whine stuck in his throat, he swallowed it down saving enough of whatever dignity he had left. He felt pathetic, he probably looked pathetic.
With a sharp sigh Y/n let go of Hex, and She pulled away once again. She felt the tension in his body radiating back towards him. He lingered, lips parted as he traced her lips before his hands went back to his side.
“I just came to get some of my stuff, I'll be back to get the rest. Be safe.”
Hex nodded, and she was gone. As the door shut behind her she could finally breathe again. She leaned against the door as she watched her olderly neighbor walk into his house. Her fingers came to her neck, gingerly touching the place where his lips had been. The barest hint of saliva was all that remained, and She had to face the mortifying truth of the fact that She needed more of him. 
He’s like a drug.
Slowly intoxicating her, until she got addicted to him just like she did to him.
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uncertaininnit · 1 year
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jackalopii · 6 months
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treat or trislosher, happy splatoween!
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annierosaart · 11 months
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What did Doctor bring out of Theresa? (We can see plainly that Theresa made Ivy's "please use me" come to its full glory, good lord, that's quite a lot of self-dehumanization)
The more things get desperate, the more good people begin to bend. They're only human after all. She was only human.
Regardless of the fact that Ivy was destroying themself, the bottom line was, they showed Theresa they were bringing in results, victories; things Babel desperately needed.
When faced with a situation where there are no winners, where there are no true 'correct' choices, sometimes, good people make mistakes that ruin lives.
They ruined each other.
Kal'tsit can't forgive Ivy for that... Or Theresa.
Or herself, for allowing this to happen in the first place.
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HAPPY (but not really) DAWN OF THE 16TH EVERYONE
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