#sad-ist carries us all

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ohhh, Sometimes women's breast get clogged up with milk, könig would use this as the perfect opportunity to be close to you and massage your chest to help, he's just so sweet helping you out like that.😊

Omg omg omg of course he’d help her!!!

CW: Postpartum phase, children, light angst, breast stimulation, yandere undertones.

König has become soft ever since the baby was born.

You read somewhere that men's testosterone levels suffer a significant drop after they become fathers, which perhaps explains why he looks like a melting marshmallow in hot cocoa these days. König's stare has always followed you wherever you go but now that you're carrying his child in your arms, the looks he gives you are far more… benevolent. You suspect he must be proud of you, first carrying the baby for nine long months and then suffering an arduous birth - because of course this titan's baby weighed over 8 pounds - and now you're giving your everything to the soft little thing König calls "his kleine Butterblume."

You're in a baby bubble together, but not all days are heavenly and sweet. And now, on top of everything else, your breast is clogged. The lady at the maternity clinic told you this is a common issue and can easily be dealt with at home, but the instructions you received left you staring off into space for a few moments.

Later that evening, the problem is still very much acute, and you're getting desperate.

When you go to König and beg him to help you, there is a sharp intake of breath just before he nods. An odd striptease show ensues in silence: you're puffy and swollen and sore, you feel like a wreck as you take off your shirt and bra. König has always referred to you as a flower or a heavenly being, but now, you must resemble a sullen bloom at the end of July. Overblown and weary, heavy and plush, petals pouting, falling if someone were to touch them.

You feel like crying from seeing that König still worships you with his stare. If anything, he seems to approve of the extra pounds and your devastated state, only looks you up and down with boundless hunger, silent but with a heaving chest. When you're bare, he rises, and you're turned around and pulled in a stout embrace. Large, warm hands land over your poor, aching breasts, and you quickly remind him to be gentle - the instructions were to pet the breasts like you would a cat. He rumbles a dark laugh against your back, and then the hands start to massage you, blessedly soft but imperious.

Your sighs grow heavy and weary. It hurts a little, but the relief is imminent. Your head rolls back to rest on the mountain of his chest, and then you begin to sob.

You let it all come out as a series of soft, sad little whines: how tired you are, how the baby is far more work than you thought, how your breasts hurt all the time and how you don't even know if you're doing things right. How you just want to sleep…

He rubs you through your breakdown, and it's soothing to be held by someone as strong as König… But then he pants a hot wish in your ear.

"I thought we'd soon make another one..."

"Mh, wha–another one?"

"Ja, sicher. We must make three or four at least. Oder?"

You are about to collapse, about to faint, but can't because a demigod is keeping you from falling.

"Don't worry little lily. I know you need to rest first. I'll wait a few more weeks."

"König–"

You shudder as his thumbs brush over your nipples.

"Am I doing it right?" He asks with a low, soft purr.

Your mind is in disarray, a trophy from not getting enough sleep for months, and you're tired of struggling against his indomitable will. First things first, you think, stuffing the earlier conversation somewhere into the recesses of your exhausted mind.

"Um. The lady said you should–that you could… try to suck them too," you breathe with unease.

"Ist das so?"

You're moved to the bed before you can even whimper.

...Is he so eager to do this?

Of course he is; you haven't had sex in months. He's only had his own calloused hand to keep him company, and you've been too tired to even think about such things. Your body has become a stranger to you, and when he moves to crawl on top of you, it only looks like the prowl of an apex predator.

The coarse stubble of his chin makes you flinch – it's like an array of tiniest daggers caressing your breasts. When he takes your aching nipple into his warm mouth, you shudder. It feels utterly different to have a grown man sucking on your tits; it's ten times more demanding, a hundred times more intense when the man in question is König. The hunger, the overstimulation, the exhaustion make your head spin, his mouth and tongue force you to release your stress in shakes. Before you even know it, there are tears streaming down your face.

He doesn't stop. Probably thinks it's only a good thing that you get it all out of your system. He must feel good about himself for making you cry while lapping and sucking at your breasts, he rubs, licks, and nibs until you're sniffling and wailing on that bed.

"Little angel… I've never been this hard," he pants on your slathered, slick nipple. "Do you know what it does to a man to look but never touch?"

Your tiny, weary heart is flapping against its cage. "König, we can't make another one… I can't, I can't, not yet…"

"Ah… But if I promise I'll pull out?"

#that escalated quickly #does König keep his promise what do you think lol #answered #yandere könig #könig x female reader #könig x you

[queenofandralia]

My Childhood Ballerina Box

When I was little, I owned a ballerina box and it was one of my dearest possessions. It makes me sad to think about it, because somewhere along the years I lost it, maybe my mother threw it away, once it broke or I did not use it anymore, maybe we gave it to another child as I grew older. Thinking about it makes me grieve for my childhood, because I cannot remember what the box exactly looked like or how the melody it played sounded. I know, that it was a white or pink box with a golden metal shutter. The inside was made out of pink fabric and the top had a tiny mirror glued on. When you opened the box, a ballerina on a pedestal would emerge and if you turned the key on the back of the box, she would turn and a lovely, but melancholy melody would play. I think I always wanted to be that ballerina and because I was a daydreamer, as I still am today, I imagined that ballerina to sing a song about a girl named Annika, who wanted to see the world and thus, travelled far from home. Maybe that ballerina even was Annika. She had taken to dancing on her journey and was now, trapped inside my box, except for when I opened it and sang the sad song about the travelling girl, she had been.

Today, I walked my dog through the forest and when suddenly my earphone‘s battery was empty, I had to come up with a new form of entertainment. For the first time in years, I thought about a lullaby, I wrote, when I was a preteen and would sing to myself, when I felt lonely or stressed, about a little flower, which is promised to become the queen of all flowers some day. I came up with some new verses and how I would sing them to another person, be it a child or anyone else in need of a sweet song and then I thought:“Why not bring back lullabies and folk-songs for adults? Why have we stopped singing simple stories to each other to help us sleep?“ So I wanted to write the song about Annika. I have a specific melody, which may or may not be the original melody of my ballerina box, in mind, but because my singing is not very good, you will have to read it as a poem or make up your own melody. Because I am German and only knew German and a little bit of French as a child, this song will be German as well, but because I doubt a lot of Germans will see this post, I will also try to translate it. English is not my first language, so my translation will probably rhyme awfully or not at all. Maybe I will change some things about it or add more stanzas in the future. „Annika auf Reisen“ just became some kind of comfort project, just some little lullaby for myself or maybe to share with someone someday. Because there is no real melody to it other than the simple tune in my head, I will sing it differently every time, I think. I just had to share my thoughts about this today and maybe I brought some comfort to someone.

„Annika geht auf Reisen“

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika

Annika wird hier nicht bleiben

Wird immer weiter ihren Weg bestreiten

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika

Annika bleibt niemals steh‘n

Bei Nacht kannst du Annika tanzen seh‘n

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika

Annika dreht sich immerzu im Kreis

Bis sie irgendwann nicht mehr weiß

Wohin sich wenden?

Wohin flieh‘n?

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika

Was ist Heimat?

Was ist Freiheit?

Wann wird Annika nicht mehr allein sein?

Die Welt ist groß, doch nicht Unendlich

Annika Mädchen, niemand kennt dich

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Will sich endlich selbst beweisen

Weißt du, was man Annika angetan?

Was sie niemandem erzählen kann

Einst ging Annika auf Reisen

Ließ die Musik den Weg ihr weisen

Annika

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika geht auf Reisen

Annika

Annika ist stets auf der Reise

English translation-Annika On Travels

Annika travels through the world

Annika travels through the world

Annika

Annika won‘t stay here for long

She will carry on on that road

Annika travels through the world

Annika travels through the world

Annika

Annika turns and turns in circles

Until she does not know anymore

Where to go?

Where to flee?

Annika travels through the world

Annika travels through the world

Annika

What does home mean?

What does freedom?

When will Annika not be lonely anymore?

For all its greatness, the world does end somewhere

Annika, girl, do you even belong here?

Annika travels through the world

Annika travels through the world

Annika travels through the world

Annika wants to prove herself

Do you know what was done to Annika?

What about she will never be the narrator

Once, Annika travelled through the world

Let music lead her on the road

Annika

Annika travels through the world

Annika travels through the world

Annika

Annika never stops travelling

#writing #poetry #poem #childhood #lullaby #inspiration #song #lyrics #memories #nostalgia #personal stuff #feelings

[pooma-today]

Trending News

Nov 2022

Bengaluru: Condoms, contraceptives, cigarettes, alcohol found in surprise school bag checks; netizens say 'we used to carry Parle G'

Bengaluru news: Condoms, oral contraceptives, lighters and cigarettes were found in school bags of students of Classes 8, 9 and 10 during surprise checks.

Authored by: TN Viral Desk

Updated Nov 30, 2022 | 10:08 PM IST

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Where are we heading to/leading for?

Our grumbs/grumps and reasons with solutions: UN Educationists

¶ Mr. Rajesh T (Kerala): Parenting/School teaching etc of today's kids is not the same as it was when we were kids...Those parents/teachers who aren't able to understand this and adapt to the present age will surely end up being ineffective in child's upbringing...

¶ T. Sujatha (Karnataka): Yeah... I truly agree with you... I like to bring to your notice, an incident which has happened in our school... Two 5th graders brought ₹1000 to school without the knowledge of the parents. When we called the parents to inform them to be cautious...one parent took it in the most positive way thanking the school authorities & the other parent want to simply push the blame on to the school... No way, they seem to be accountable... their main argument is the child spends more time @ school... So, school is responsible for teaching moral values... Parents wash their hands off their responsibilities.

Dr. BALA SUBRAMANIAN (Tamilnadu): 1. Parents giving too much independence

2. Both working so less time to takecare of their children

3. Children with sufficient pocket money, if not few start stealing too, parents won't have time to see which is missing in home.

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Once in my life 20 years before student sold the ring and parents did not notice for long and they asked to return and can buy a chain and found it (and sad to say he drank poison and he was saved)

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4. Nuclear family

5. I can say very directly to mother (mainly who are working, do domestic fight in home, which is the biggest advantage for mainly girls.

6. Children are smarter to make a fight a between father and mother.

7. Children should make a visit and make a chance to attend grandparents house, family function to feel the family suport and importance of values and culture.

8. All should keep mobile and should remove password when they are in a home or parents should be aware their password.

Do No compromise in this, Now if parents give only money and smart phone, more privacy in a flat or apartment, I m sure they are soon to be fuel for hell fire.

9. Hon. Minister Gowsal Kishore cried in parliament, said about his recently married son's demise due to alcoholic and his marriage/Father Is A MP and Mother is a MLA.

Hard to hear this generation parents are seen much in graveyards paying ho mage for their children.

Once again please don't compromise regarding discipline in home or school,

they can fail in the studies and not in life.

¶ T Sujatha: Stork reality sir... Here, no one does introspection...they want to push the blame on others... Bad parenting attitude... Likewise children learn from these ethically wrong parents...don't know where we are heading?

¶ NAMAGIRI: Parents are allowing their wards to go for tuition centre.There these students are getting unwanted relationship with other school.students .Parents feel.proud to send their wards for tuition.School ,they are providing enough coaching classes and sufficient revision tests.Why they need to have extra tuition.When they go to tuition, they are allowed to use cellphones. I visited one students house Whose performance and the attendance is very poor.Parents are not aware of that students tuition centre. They are telling me that he is refusing to tell the address but paying fees correctly. Student is telling that his father if he knew the tuition centre address,everyday he will come and ask his performance. Parents are not having any hold over their children.ஏமாறுபவர்கள் இருக்கும் வரைக்கும் ஏமாற்றுபவர்கள் இருப்பார்கள். If the Parents are ignorant , Students will take advantage. I remember in my experience, Mother who studied only upto 8th std was able to follow her daughter who was a high achiever. Parents should be more vigilant otherwise very friendly with their children to follow them.and correct them.

¶ Pooja Hanji: Once we learnt that my nephew hacked his parents account nd used upto 1.5 lakh rupees for video games. Parents were unaware of it.

They gave him independence to operate t account on small things. Proud of teaching him everything at young age. He can travel alone , he can go for a movie alone, take print outs for their work, access to internet at any time as both are doctors.

The elder son had controlled the younger one threatened him not to disclose anything to anyone.

He had asked a person to open an account in the bank for him without his parents knowledge by paying 2.500 Rs.

I think he is even addicted to watch certain things in YouTube.

He is a hostilite. He doesn't want to come home now. He is insisting that he will study hard and doesn't want to leave the school.

He was caught and been warned by his parents. But he still continued doing so and spent another 50,000 Rs from their account.

He is a brilliant child. He scores really well at exams. But what to do about the behavior. How to correct it?

Children if 8, 9and 10 th standard students are have birthday parties just with their friends outdoors, at clubs etc. They are behaving like grown ups. These kids are considered smart.

Others want to follow the trend , if not they are not excepted by others.

I learned about another incidence where 10th kids are going for wines shops to drink.

The shop owner had moral value and warned the kids and sent them back

The shop owners selling these things must have some moral values not to sell them to children.

And as parents where are we failing to nurture them.

https://www.deccanherald.com/amp/city/top-bengaluru-stories/surprise-school-bag-checks-yield-condoms-cigarettes-in-bengaluru-1166931.html

[hercupisalwayshalffull]

Grief Bomb

It’s funny, isn’t it, how death makes people behave.

Some focus on the business of it all, and the money. Some focus on the memories and try to understand their importance in a life. Some recognize clearer purpose and seek honest connection and reconciliation. Some use death as a “get out of jail free” card, believing absence absolves them of past wrongs and bad behavior, while others are just trying to learn how to live without their person, navigating the shifting time and space, and reconstructing their “every day”.

I keep hearing how it “brings out the worst in people.” That hasn’t been my experience.

No. I don’t find that death brings out the worst in people; I find it brings out the truth.

I’ve always been able to see people. I see who they really are, not just what they show to the world.(Elliot calls me a “people-ist”.)

It makes a lot of people uncomfortable when they realize they’ve been seen. They assume I’ll use the discovery to hurt them or take their power or discredit them in some way. (I mean, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with other people’s weakness and secrets? Use them to your advantage?)

When there’s nowhere to hide whatever it is they’re carrying — be it pain or love or fear or greed or insecurity or even hope — people will find ways to minimize the damage. Those ways are almost never kind or rational.

It used to really bother me. And then, I met Elinor. She could see people, too. I think that’s why we got along so well.

But, Elinor, she didn’t pull any punches. Forget “spades”, Elinor called a jerk a “jerk.” She didn’t care who knew it. She just moved along, pursing her lips and reading her books and not worrying at all what anyone else thought. It was brave and, I imagine, a little lonely. I loved her for it. (And for a lot of other things, too.)

I’ll never forget what she said to me, amidst all the drama over the kids and the decision to have me leave the loft all those years ago. She called Christopher and had him hand me the phone.

“Tell him to walk away now,” she said, “I have something to say and I don’t want you to talk until I’m finished.” (No one ever talked until Elinor was finished.)

“You are in an awful position,” she said, “Most people would say ‘to hell with this!’ and be gone. But you are not most people.” I was crying pretty hard by this point.

“Don’t give up on him. Don’t give up on the kids,” she admonished., “You are someone who looks for reasons to love people. Don’t stop now. They need you now more than ever. They just don’t know it, yet.”

She saw me. Even when I couldn’t see myself.

I imagine, now with Christopher’s death, she’d call me and say the same thing.

“You are someone who looks for reasons to love people. Don’t stop now. They need you now more than ever. They just don’t know it, yet.”

It’s why, in the midst of this unbearable loss, I’m trying to hold space for those who loved him and miss him so; for those who were once a part of his life, who share those happy memories and long for those days again; for those who may hold silent their regrets and hope for forgiveness.

I hold space. I am not always successful. I am sad. I am angry. I feel unwelcome in spaces where others grieve him, too. And yet, I have hope.

I have hope that we’ll all learn to live like Christopher and be honest and kind and generous with our time and affection and consider service to others before our own comfort.

I have hope the kids know that their opinions, their choices, matter. I hope they find space where they feel free to try new things and make big mistakes and know my support won’t waiver, even if I don’t agree with their choice.

I hope they-and all of us- remember there isn’t a finite amount of love in this world.

I have hope, too, that I’ll learn how to live without him and, just as importantly, that I’ll learn to live without the guilt for all the pain and difficulty he endured because he loved me.

He was stubborn like that, just like his momma, and I am impossibly grateful for it. I loved him, still love him, so.

[denimbex1986]

'Lots of sky, clouds, warm light – that’s what the first scene of the film “All of Us Strangers” shows. Lots of sky and very little of the London skyline. London, that's where Adam lives, in a high-rise apartment, alone. He is in his mid-forties and is played by Andrew Scott. Adam seems shy, withdrawn and somehow depressed. That doesn't really fit with the rich colors, the strong red and blue tones on the cinema screen. But then we find out: Adam's parents died when he wasn't even twelve.

“All of Us Strangers”: Surreal journey into the past

Today Adam is a screenwriter and wants to write about his parents. To do this, he visits his old hometown, strolls through the park - and here it becomes surreal: he meets them again, his parents. A ghost story begins here. The adult Adam meets his parents again - and he gets to know them again. And admittedly, yes, at first it all takes some getting used to: Adam as an adult in children's pajamas. Or Claire Foy, as Adam's mother, who asks the grown man to take off his wet clothes.

At first it's strange, quite irritating. But the blatant acting performance makes you let go and you almost feel like a child again. The motherly love that Claire Foy plays is so real, soulful and tender, you as an audience feel like you are being embraced. Adam comes out and lets his parents see what's inside him. And they are curious, but they live in the 80s and are only slowly processing what their son is telling them. It's amusing to watch - despite the heavy subject matter, you have to smile and laugh a lot. Adam opens up to his parents in the spirit world, something he couldn't do in the real world because they didn't live to see it. In the real world we see how he meets Harry, played by Paul Mescal.

Unexpectedly dark romance

Harry is younger than Adam, less uptight, and seemingly more relaxed about his sexuality. But above all, Harry is: loving. He likes to flirt and has a keen sense of the sadness that always surrounds Adam. More develops between the two - very slowly, at a pace that one is no longer used to in cinema. Very gently and carefully, Harry becomes part of Adam's life. We see a queer romance - and the filmmaker Andrew Haigh, who is gay himself, doesn't portray it in a kitschy or stilted way, but rather: so touchingly tender that you take your breath away a little while watching. But the spirit world takes hold of Adam more and more. Being so close to his parents again brings back memories and revives his fear of loss.

As you watch, you realize more and more: This is not a casual film that “simply” shows a moving love story. But: This is a film that makes dark sides and wounds visible. That can be scary. There are many places where you have to frown and maybe even want to look away - because they can't really be explained. The film conveys how valuable time with our loved ones is. How fragile life is and that at some point we have to say goodbye. And he leaves his audience shocked and anxious because he shows how deep the packages we carry around with us can run - this is not for sensitive hearts. And not for people who are set on a sweet romance. “All of Us Strangers” resonates and stays in your head. What the cinema screen shows is thrilling, emotional, painful. And at the end the film shows again: a lot of sky, which leaves a lot of room for interpretation.'

#All of Us Strangers #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Paul Mescal #Andrew Scott #Andrew Haigh

[wornkarma]

A Vienna Summer. 

One Year Ago. July. 

“Vorsichtig sein! Du stolperst, wenn du nicht hinsieht!”

Be careful! You’ll trip if you don’t look. 

Flashes of dirty blonde hair zoom past her, the sound of girlish giggles following behind.  

“Ich meine es so! Oder ich hole euch beide!”

I mean it! Or I’ll come get you both!

Despite the warnings, the two of them continue on with their chasing. From where she’s sitting and watching, Sistine can’t help but laugh, even if they weren’t listening to her. They were at the age where they were testing out childish rebellion like trying on lipstick for the first time. 

Smoothing out the creases in her dress, Sistine enjoys the feeling of the warm air on her skin and the sound of her parents chatting quietly in the back. At twenty years old, she finds new things to enjoy with every summer vacation, even if they’re relatively the same. She’s turned down trips to New York, Mexico, all sorts of places just to have this. 

The sound of wood creaking shifts her attention from her sisters to her grandmother standing behind her, equipped with the yellow rocking chair whose legs were now scraped up from being dragged all over the house.

“Oma! Ich vermisse dich seit Monaten. Danke, dass Sie uns haben.” 

Grandma! I’ve been missing you for months. Thank you for having us.

The older woman waves her hand in the air, shaking her head. Taking a seat in the chair, Sistine watches as she settles down, decades long of experience and life sitting with her all at once. It makes her sad, just a little, to see her grandmother be a grandmother. 

"Ich habe dich sehr vermisst. du und deine Schwestern. so groß! Was tust du jetzt?”

I’ve missed you more! You and your sisters, so big! What do you do now?

Her question thrills Sistine. She had been waiting to see her grandma face to face to update her on all she's done. Excitement like this couldn’t be shared over the phone. 

 "Es ist mein zweites jahr an der Universität von Florenz! Ich studiere immer noch Umweltwissenschaften. Ich habe einen Club für ökologische Nachhaltigkeit in der stadt und auf dem Campus gegründet.”

It’s my second year at the University of Florence! I’m still studying environmental science. I started an environmental sustainability club in the city and on campus!

As she talks, Sistine notices her grandmother’s expression falter. She seems bored, but she carries on anyway. She was so excited. 

“Ich habe mich für ein Praktikum in Oregon beworben. Es ist in Crater Lake, diesem Nationalpark. es ist echte Erfahrung mit Ökosystemen und Forschung.”

I applied for an internship in Oregon. It’s in Crater Lake, this national park. It’s real experience with ecosystems and research. 

Her words are no longer accompanied by the same enthusiasm from when their conversation first began. Sistine’s grandmother isn’t interested and she knows it. 

"Das ist gut, Sistine. Aber sobald du mit dieser ganzen Schule fertig bist, hast du das hinter dir. Wirst du dich niederlassen? Wann denkst du an eine Ehe? Eine Familie?”

That's good, Sistine. But once you're done with this whole school, that's over with you. Will you settle down? When do you think about marriage? And a family?

“Das ist noch sehr weit. Ich habe Zeit.”

That's still very far. I have time. 

“Es ist nicht so viel Zeit, Sie müssen bald anfangen, über diese Dinge nachzudenken. Sie müssen sich überlegen, was Sie als nächstes tun werden.”

It's not that much time, you need to start thinking about these things soon. You need to think about what you're going to do next.

“Was ist, wenn ich als nächstes nur arbeiten möchte? Meinen Abschluss verwenden?

What if I just want to work next? use my degree?

"Das reicht dir im leben nicht, nicht als frau.”

That is not enough for you in life, not as a woman. 

“Warum reicht das nicht? Warum sollte dich das nicht glücklich machen? Warum ist Leidenschaft nicht genug für dich?”

Why isn't that enough? Why shouldn't that make you happy? Why isn't passion enough for you?

Elevating from her seat, her grandmother walks away. She doesn’t have to say anything to let Sistine know that she’s disappointed in her goals. In her passion. 

Sistine watches as she leaves, tears forming in her eyes. Boiling inside of her is frustration, hurt, and sadness. They mix together like colors, painting the inside of her body with hues of emptiness that she didn’t know she had been carrying with her. 

The radical feminine notion inside of her is livid at what her grandmother proposes. A girl with a desire like her, a work ethic so consistent, a craving so deep for success shouldn’t be questioned for her motives. Her accomplishments have become gendered, scaled and ranked on their validity to assess their importance.

Wasn’t this enough in itself? 

While Sistine tells herself over and over again that yes, it is enough, it should be more than enough - her grandma’s words ring in the back of her mind. 

That is not enough for you in life, not as a woman. 

Because, truly, what were accolades, recognition, and applause without someone there to celebrate with? What was the worth in it all to accept awards on a stage and have no one to look to? No one to dedicate a speech to? 

No one to go home to.

She’s kept herself busy and Sistine excuses that her lack of time has not allowed her to create a meaningful relationship. Too focused on school, too focused on work. 

This Vienna summer has not begged her for any of her efforts. She has the time, she’s got it all. 

So what has stopped her?

The fiery feminist inside of her that does not allow her to seek out accomplishments that do not immediately pertain to school or work? 

No. It is the impending doom and knowledge that she may be one of those people. One of those women who have to settle with just enough in life. It makes her angry to think in such a manner, it seems degrading to think so lowly of a life like that. She has the utmost respect for the women who live like this, but Sistine knows that she isn’t capable of being satisfied like that. 

It truly wouldn’t be enough for her. 

It didn’t have to be marriage or a family. It just needed to be understanding. Because, to her, to be understood was to be loved. That was what would be enough for her, as a woman. 

She had told herself, plenty of times, that women were more than just their capabilities of love and care. They they had much more to offer and had the right to want more in life beyond this domesticity.

But at the end of the day, she was just a woman.

[huneekrispee]

Over the Wall

Pairing: c!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: Y/N, eldest child of Wilbur Soot. After giving everything they could give for the war, it's now apparent that their father doesn't want them around. But Y/N's hopeful, staying loyal to Lmanburg and trying their best to prove themselves to their father. But after meeting a certain man with a white bandana during the war that might just change.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST to FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, cursing, injury , parental issues, blatant child favoritism, parental rejection, mentions of abandonment, spoilers for the first lmanburg war, forbidden lovers :)

Please remember that no one in Lmanburg acts like this in the actual roleplay, this is just for the fic :)

Word Count: 3,410

A/N: I am on a roll today, writing two pieces in one day :) I saw this request and couldn't wait to write it!! I love this kind of trope, it hurts but it's so sweet :) I hope you enjoy reading! Have a good day/night! Stay hydrated! I kind of got carried away with this one... -Hunee <3

The artwork in the GIF belongs to the lovely SAD-IST :))

The walls of Lmanburg stood strong. The walls that were built as a sign of independence from the Dream SMP stood tall and proud. Inside the walls was a hotdog van, and in that van, the members of Lmanburg were in turmoil.

"Wilbur! What are we going to do? That green bastard is threatening us and we damn well fucking know we should fight back-"

"Tommy. Calm."

The confident blonde boy shut his mouth, a scowl coming across his face as he crossed his arms, grumbling insults as he stared at the floor. (Y/N) silently looked at him. That was Tommy alright, always ready to jump into action, disregarding the consequences that may come about.

"We need to stop Dream from getting in. We need to raise our security. We may have built the walls, however, they're not going to be enough."

Wilbur Soot. The leader of their rebellion. Also (Y/N)'s father. Nothing too much to say about him.

"But Wilbur! What are we gonna do? There's only like... 6 of us!"

Tubbo. A precious boy. Best friends with Tommy, Tubbo was like a ball of sunshine for the whole group of Lmanburg. He was too young to be a part of this war, same with Tommy.

"Yeah! How will we defeat him?! He has like- a whole army and then it's just us."

Then there was Fundy. The firstborn of the nation. The whole reason why the walls were built. He was also Y/N's half-brother. They weren't that close, with (Y/N) being distant because of their father's blatant favoritism between his children.

"You shouldn't worry Tubbo, Fundy. Wilbur will surely think of something that can help us. If now, we'll just put our ideas together. We can beat Dream, I know it."

Eret. He was mysterious. Behind those dark glasses lay his white eyes. It was hard to read him. But (Y/N) was sure that with his ideas and smart strategies, he was a loyal and trusted ally to Lmanburg.

Recently he'd been kind of distant, but (Y/N) thought it was just something else, he was mysterious, so they didn't question it.

Clearing their throat, (Y/N) spoke up for the first time.

"I have an idea."

All eyes turned to the eldest Soot child who was leaning against the corner of the hotdog van. Wilbur sighed.

"Not now, (Y/N). Anyone else got any ideas?"

Y/N rolled their eyes. Asshole. He never listened to them, even if they were his eldest child.

After a few minutes of silence, Fundy cleared his throat, speaking up. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the table, eyes looking at the map of Lmanburg on top of it.

"Well. I say we do patrols on the walls. We can take turns. Two people will guard the walls at once."

He pointed at the south side of the walls, dragging his finger up towards the west side as he spoke. "One person will patrol from south to west." Fundy then pointed at the north side of the walls, slowly making his way down to the east side. "Then the other will patrol from north to east."

"We can make a schedule for this. Since there are six of us, while two of us patrol each night, the other four can either be preparing materials, weapons, potions, and anything else we might need. I think this is the best way to prepare for war against Dream while protecting ourselves from anyone sneaking in."

(Y/N)'s eyes moved up to look at Wilbur. He nodded in agreement, eyes full of pride and joy, happy for his son.

God, how they wished he would look at them like that.

"Well. I think we have our plan. Good job, Fundy."

If only he knew, that was the plan (Y/N) also had.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few days had passed since the meeting. Y/N had patrolled the first night with Tubbo, and wasn't going to patrol until tomorrow.

Right now, (Y/N) was working on sharpening the swords for everyone, aswell as fixing up the armour that got damaged during Lmanburg's last fight with the Dream SMP.

They were currently sharpening Wilbur's sword, his being the last sword to sharpen before they would move on to fixing the armour.

'This needs to be the best damn sword I sharpen. Maybe then he'll let me join the fight with the rest of them.'

(Y/N) had been trying their best to prove themselves to their father, Wilbur Soot.

After (Y/N)'s mother left them with Wilbur, running off with another man, Wilbur had taken care of (Y/N). He used to be the best father anyone could ever ask for.

Then, one day, Wilbur dropped them off at their grandfather's place. Philza was a great grandfather to (Y/N), but he often had to go on trips, leaving the then 13-year-old to fend for themselves for a little bit. He always came back though, unlike their father, who just dropped them off and left.

Then, five years later, he came back.

He came back with the promise of new land. A land called Lmanburg. Apparently, while he was gone, he had gone and had another child, a fox hybrid. He grew up differently, he grew up faster due to being half fox.

Also while he was gone, he had set up a rebellion with four others, wanting independence. Then, (Y/N) realised:

He only came back because he needed more people, not because he wanted them back.

As time went by in Lmanburg, (Y/N) noticed the difference between Wilbur's interactions with them and with Fundy. With (Y/N), he was usually tired and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. However, with Fundy, he was always ready to do anything for him, pride and joy in his eyes every time he looked at the fox.

That was when (Y/N) decided to keep trying to prove themselves.

Smiling, (Y/N) placed the dirty rag down onto their thigh, admiring the work they put into the sword in their hands.

It was perfect.

Internally cheering at their success, (Y/N) sneaked off, silently going into their father's room, placing the newly sharpened sword on his bed.

"What are you doing in here?"

Shit.

Sharply turning their head around, (Y/N) met the eyes of their father. He was furious. His eyes narrowed into a glare.

Suddenly finding the floor to be the most interesting thing in the world, (Y/N) looked down to the floor, nervously playing with her fingers.

"I- I..."

"You... what?"

(Y/N) gulped. "I just... sharpened your sword and wanted you to see it..."

"So? Why'd you give it to me? Just put it with the others."

He walked past them, (Y/N) still looking down. He shoved the sword into their hands, then moved around them to go and sit at the desk in the corner of the room. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as the sword shoved into their hands cut into their skin in multiple places.

"Now get out."

Nodding their head, they left, going to bandage their injured hands.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was now the next day. It had just hit 6pm, and Y/N was getting ready to go on nightfall patrol with Tommy.

Then, footsteps came rushing towards them, with a yell of their name breaking their focus.

"(Y/N!)"

Looking up, (Y/N) moved their eyes to Tommy's figure, the blonde out of breath from running.

"You okay Tommy?"

Suddenly, he stood up straight, smiling confidently.

"Yeah! But I just need you to do something for me!"

Of course. Everyone always wanted something from them.

"Alright." Crossing their arms, (Y/N) looked at the boy. "What is it?"

"I need you to do patrol alone tonight. Tubbo and I are going to make some more drugs- *cough* potions! Yeah! Potions! And we want it to be a surprise for Wilbur! So can you please please please please please cover for me and let me sneak off patrol tonight?"

Sighing, (Y/N) pinched the bridge of their nose. This was a terrible idea.

Fuck it.

Looking at Tommy's hopeful expression, they replied. "Y'know what? I'll do it. I'll cover for you tonight during patrol, and do it alone, then you and Tubbo can go and do whatever it is you want to do."

The blonde beamed, eagerly grabbing (Y/N)'s hand, shaking it up and down.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!! You're the best (Y/N)"

(Y/N) sadly smiled, watching as the boy ran back down the hall, probably going to find Tubbo.

At least one person thought they were the best, even if he probably didn't mean it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been a few hours since patrol had started.

The sky had now been painted over with a blanket of navy blue skies, clouds nowhere in sight, the stars shone brightly, showing off their true beauty in the dead of the night.

(Y/N) sat down on the top of the South wall. The wall that was furthest from the hotdog van. Everything in Lmanburg was quiet. No lights were on, no voices, just the silence of the night.

After taking one last glance around the walls, (Y/N) fully lay back, legs dangling off the stone wall, swinging back and forward as the teenager hummed out the tune of their favourite music disc.

They were still upset at what happened yesterday. Their father's rejection, him accidentally hurting them, it sucked.

No matter what (Y/N) did, it was never good enough for him.

There, (Y/N) lay. Staring at the stars, lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, a sharp sting of pain hit their left leg as it swung in the air.

"Ow. What the fuck-"

Sitting up, (Y/N) quickly looked around, confused as to what hit them.

Then, another sharp pain. Right in the middle of their forehead.

The object that hit them fall into their lap. Grabbing the object in their hand, (Y/N) held it up to the moonlight, trying to see what it was.

It was a small pebble.

Making a noise of confusion. (Y/N) was hit with another pebble, this time on their leg again.

"Down here!"

(Y/N) swung their legs up onto the walls, moving her hands near the edge and peering down at where the voice came from.

It was a man-child.

Even in the dark, with the only source of light being the moon, (Y/N) noticed every detail about him.

He had black hair styled into a very short mullet, with black bangs framing his face. He had a white bandana wrapped around his head, contrasting with the dark colour of his hair.

The man-child wore a white short-sleeve shirt on top of a black long-sleeve. He had black pants with white stripes on the sides and was wearing black and white checked shoes.

On top of everything, he wore shining Netherite armour, with a sword at his side and an axe peeking out from the top of his back.

He was very pretty.

(Y/N) then looked at his face. He was grinning cheekily, hiding his hands, which were probably full of pebbles, behind his back, looking away as if he did nothing.

Snapping out of their trance, (Y/N) curiously looked at the male. He was probably from the Dream SMP.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man-child looked back up at (Y/N) on the wall, sheepishly dropping the pile of pebbles he had compiled onto the ground beside him.

Clearing his throat, he posed dramatically, one hand raised in the air.

"Oh, fine citizen of Lmanburg who guards the walls keeping me out! I am no one." He moved his raised hand to his chest, clutching his heart. "No one but a concerned fellow who mourns for the happiness of the attractive guardian of the walls!"

(Y/N) giggled at the show the man-child was putting on. He was certainly a man-child. But cute.

Playing along, (Y/N) replied back to him, "Oh, fine gentleman from beyond the walls, I must know the name of who is concerned about the wellbeing of me, a mere castaway of the rebellion."

It was stupid, both of them knew that, but when the young raven-haired saw the smile on their face, he knew it was worth it.

Staring at each other, from up and below, both of them burst out into a fit of giggles.

(Y/N) was the first to stop laughing. They still held an uncontrollable smile on their face, swooned by the male below the walls.

"But really? What is your name? You're from the Dream SMP, aren't you?"

The man with the bandanna smiled up at them, stepping closer to the walls. He put his hands on his hips, beaming as he spoke.

"Why yes, I am. My name is Sapnap. But don't worry, I wasn't sent by anyone."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy in disbelief. No one sent him? So he came here on his own?

"My name is (Y/N). Why are you here then?"

Sapnap's face turned soft, his smile becoming wobbly.

"Well, I saw an attractive person on the walls upset and felt like you might've needed some cheering up. I know we're on opposites sides of this war and all but..."

He scratched the back of his neck, slowly looking back up at (Y/N) on top of the walls.

"No one deserves to be upset, y'know?"

God bless this man.

(Y/N) tensed up, feeling their body heat up in embarrassment. What. The fuck? Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) calmed themselves down, looking back down at Sapnap.

"Well, I think you achieved your mission. Thanks for cheering me up, Sapnap."

He once again smiled softly at them.

They smiled back.

It was like a spark ignited between the two. Both were from opposite sides of the war that was raging on, yet they didn't care.

After a few minutes of awkward staring between the two, Sapnap spoke up.

"Sooo? Do you wanna maybe... talk some more?"

(Y/N) laughed. "Sure, I've got all night. No one's gonna be up for like a few more hours."

Sapnap awkwardly laughed, fiddling with his fingers.

"Do you think... I could come up there? Y'know it's kind of hard to hold a conversation when you're so far apart."

Moving a hand up to cover their smile, (Y/N) agreed.

"Sure. It was getting lonely anyways."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"So. Tell me about yourself."

Both teens were now sitting together on top of the walls, covered by the darkness of the night, the moonlight now far from where they were.

"Okay. My name is (Y/N) Soot. Eldest of Wilbur Soot. Um, I'm good at fixing and improving tools armour, so i'm basically the blacksmith of Lmanburg. I'm the expert of being a fuck up and I'm probably going to be disowned and kicked out soon."

I mean, it was the truth. After what happened in Wilbur's room last night, (Y/N) felt like he was on the edge of kicking them out from Lmanburg overall.

The man beside them frowned. So this was the infamous eldest of Wilbur Soot. During a previous battle, Tommy accidentally mentioned them and how 'badass (Y/N) had sharpened his sword'.

He saw how good the sword looked, too bad Tommy couldn't really swing it fully yet.

"Your go."

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sapnap began to talk.

"Well. Y'know my name is Sapnap. I'm a longtime friend of Dream's. I'm an expert in burning things and I like making sure the gorgeous guardian of the walls is feeling their best." He winked as he said the last line, watching the eldest Soot child giggle at this action.

Both began to talk more, rambling about the most random things they could talk about.

(Y/N) didn't know why, but for some reason, they felt more comfortable with Sapnap than anyone else in their life. They had just met an hour ago, yet (Y/N) felt like they had known Sapnap their whole life.

Feeling a burst of boldness, (Y/N) turned to Sapnap suddenly.

"Hey. Um. I know this is kind of weird, and you can say no, but... can I... hold your hand?"

Observing (Y/N)'s nervous expression, the raven-haired male smiled softly, shifting his hand over to intertwine his fingers with (Y/N)'s.

"Does that answer your question?"

They nodded, their lips turning upwards at the sight of their intertwined hands.

"Can I... tell you about my dad?"

"You can tell me anything you want. I'm gonna listen."

Feeling butterflies in their stomach, (Y/N) gripped onto Sapnap's hand tighter, moving their body to lie down, gesturing to Sapnap to do the same.

He did, moving to lay down next to (Y/N).

He turned his head to stare at their face. Their eyes reflected the starry sky.

"Basically, long story short. My mom left me with my dad for some other geezer when I was born. He was a great father then. He always helped me when I needed it and made me feel very happy. Then, one day, when I was thirteen, he dropped me off at my grandfather's house. He said he'd come back quickly, but I guess five years isn't 'quickly'."

"My grandfather is great, he was awesome. He had to leave for trips a lot, but he always came back to me, he brought me souvenirs and stuff. I loved being around him. But I still missed my dad, y'know?"

"For a long time, I thought he didn't want me. So he left me. But then he came back. Maybe a year ago? He brought me to Lmanburg. Then I learned he had another child, Fundy. Then my suspicions were confirmed. Yes, he didn't want me. He only came to get me because he needed more people for Lmanburg."

(Y/N) sighed.

"It hurt. It hurt watching him praise Fundy and love him with all he could, while all he did was ignore me and put me up to do chores and work. Hell, I bet he's shown more love to Tommy and Tubbo than he has shown to me in the past year."

(Y/N) felt their eyes swell up with tears, the salty water flowing down the side of their cheeks.

"It just sucks, because I've done everything to try and get his approval. I learned how to become a blacksmith, just to help him. B-But-"

They choked on their sobs, suddenly sitting up.

Sapnap sat up right away, moving to comfort (Y/N).

He wrapped his long arms around them, pulling them into his chest, his hand caressing the back of their head as they cried, overwhelmed by the realisation that their father will probably never want them.

"It's okay. You don't need to say anything else. Just sit here with me, okay?"

A soft, hesitant "Okay." came from them.

The two sat in silence.

Gathering his thoughts, Sapnap spoke up.

"Y'know. Fuck your dad. He's an asshole."

He moved his head on top of (Y/N)'s, leaning his chin into it.

"If you're not going to be appreciated for the amazing work you do for him, then he doesn't deserve you. I saw Tommy's sword one time, and I'll tell you, the craftmanship on that was top notch. Kind of felt jealous of him, to be honest."

(Y/N) giggled. Sapnap's lip's turned upwards. Good, it was working.

"Even if I just met you hours ago, I feel like I've known you for all my life. So, I'm glad you were comfortable enough to tell me about your dad. I'm going to be frank, I don't think he, or anyone in Lmanburg, deserve you. And I think you think the same."

"What are you saying, Sap?"

"Sap? I like that. Anyways, what I'm saying is: 1. Your dad's an asshole who doesn't deserve you. 2. You probably already know that and 3..."

He stopped talking, hesitantly looking down at (Y/N).

"What's 3?"

"3. I think you're on the wrong side."

(Y/N) couldn't even gasp. They knew he was right. Lmanburg was where (Y/N) was staying, but it didn't feel like home.

"Y'know. I think you'll enjoy the Dream SMP more. We need a decent blacksmith and all of us are pretty... chill. Plus, I kind of want you there..."

"What was the last bit?"

"Nothing!"

(Y/N) smiled. What a dork, they heard what he said, but his reaction was cute nonetheless.

"Sapnap."

He turned to look them in their eyes, awaiting their answer.

"Yeah?"

"I'll join the Dream SMP."

Now it was his turn to smile.

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[ayamturd]

cuddles│technoblade

summary: you want cuddles, but techno’s busy; laughs turn insecure, yet love overpowers it all

prompt: “Why won’t you let me love you?”

warnings: none, only fluff

pairing: in-game c!technoblade

a/n: this is my entry for @mayasimagines​‘ 600 writing event!! huge props and congratulatory once more, they’re such a talented and creative writer (pls go give them love!)

i was really tempted to make it angst, i won’t lie lol (also techno visual based off SAD-ist design cause pretty pig make yam go brrrr)

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

“Techno.”

Tilting his head to glance behind him, Technoblade’s ear twitched once spotting you. You were dressed comfortable from the cold weather despite the roaring fire besides him. Holding a pillow you carried from bed, you rested your chin above it while clutching the soft fabric close.

He turned back to his work before addressing you, mixing the most recent ingredients he gathered the same day in a small brewing pot. The potion glistened in the dark of the night, the concoction dyed a subtle grey as it was unfinished. 

“What?”

You padded closer to him, and with him sat low at the work bench, you leaned onto him from behind, resting against his back while laying on his shoulder. He barely moved from your current position on him. 

“Cuddle.” He gave a small noise to indicate that he heard you, but continued to stir his potion. Being the patient person you were, you waited until the color slowly shifted its hue as a sign it was finished. Setting the spoon aside, Techno grabbed the nearest rag and began cleaning his hand. 

“I’m busy,” he murmured, still distracted as he looked back to his current elixir on the stand. You frowned from his words, and as if he could sense it, he tried to reassure you. “But I’ll try for later if I can.” 

That wasn’t good enough, you thought. With the pillow trapped between the two of you, you moved your arms around him and held his torso, hooking your hands together to secure him. 

“But… cuddles?” 

In spite of your attempts, Techno disregarded the small and childlike tone you used. You started to pout from his lack of response and narrowed your eyes in annoyance. Moments passed without an answer, and you lifted your head back up the stairs while still settled close to his neck, the idea of going to bed alone making you discourage to make the trek back. 

With a slight sigh, you let go of him completely and hugged the pillow again, gathering yourself before heading towards the fireplace. Picking up the disregarded throw blanket on the armchair, you dropped the pillow close to the fire and plopped yourself on it, crossing your legs while wrapping the blanket around you comfortably. 

The warmth from the fire would have to do in place of Technoblade’s body heat, and with your backed turned towards it, you leaned onto your placed palms to observe him.

After a few minutes, Techno couldn’t ignore your staring any longer, sighing and turning towards you. He had his hand against his knee with the other rested on his table, twisting his body.

“What are you doin’?”

Slightly smirking from his question, you took his appearance, it being the first time you could fully saw him with his attention on you for the first time that day. His hair was disheveled, yet fluffy as it encompassed his face, like a halo to emphasize his handsome features. 

Though white and sometimes argued empty, you loved staring into his eyes. They always expressed more than what he was willing to voice, and although they currently were squinted from confusion, they were filled with a charm most wouldn’t see from him. 

You looked him up and down, noting his casual wear and the way he rolled his sleeves up, before concentrating on his face again.

“I wanna be near you, you’ve been busy all day.” 

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head and shifting his body completely to face you, resting his elbows on both his knees and tilting his head down at you. 

“You sure are bein’ clingy, huh?” Your dazed grin dropped immediately from his teasing, and the action made Techno laugh loudly, it devolving to his classic snickering.

Reaching behind you, you snatched the chair cushion and chucked it his way. Technoblade obviously caught the aimed projectile mid throw but was weak to his current laughing fit. 

You pushed yourself promptly off the ground, and with a roll of your eyes, began walking away. Techno reached out to grab you, his laugh fading with a big smile.

“Wait, wait-” You stepped back before his hand could nab you, and crossed your arms at him.

“No, leave me alone. You’re being mean.” 

He chuckled, and stood up, his height in full as he towered over you. Shrieking from his playful glare, he bounded for you while you tried to run. You were quickly caught and yelled loudly once picked up off the ground. 

With his hands on your waist, he spun you fast, laughing with you and pulling you close to him. His breath tickled your neck while his tusks rubbed gently against your hair. He continued to spin you relentlessly, your feet pathetically dangling helplessly below. 

Eventually you grew tired and dizzy from the notion, shouting out in giggles for him to stop. He paused from your protests, and without warning, threw you up in the air.

You gasped from the unexpected action, voice caught in your throat from the sudden motion and the fear that gripped you. Before you knew what was happening, you were back in his arms, instead held bridal style within his arms. 

Gripping onto his dress shirt and with wide eyes, you looked up at his proud grin. What a show off. 

You smacked him, though not hard, and he laughed again. Wrapping your arms his neck, you laughed with him, smothering yourself into his chest and breathing in his scent. You really did miss him today, and with his hands holding you, you melted from the close contact. 

While your laughing waned, his did not. You stared up at him like before, watching how beautiful he was in the dim lighting against the crackling fire and the open starry darkness of the night in contrast. You adored him for his openness with you, you loved him for being him around you. 

Tenderly, you put a hand on his cheek, turning his focus onto you. You lifted yourself up in his arms, and ever so slowly, leaned up to kiss him. Before you could, however, he turned his head away, the action small yet noticeable to your acute senses and knowing eyes. 

You pouted lightheartedly, hanging your head back dramatically as a joke. 

“Why won’t you let me love you?”

Techno became silent, swallowing a harsh inhale from the innocent and obviously meaningless tease. Despite the previous laughs, the room’s atmosphere changed, a now empty and tense space. 

Your feigned heartbreak-act softened, though the frown remained in place. You knew what he was doing; he was going too deep in thought and over analyzing, letting the voices reign control over insecurities and fear. No matter how strong or vicious he may seem to others, you knew him and that essentially, he was a man who was too anxious and too doubtful of himself for his own good. 

With a comforting smile, you called his name, bringing him back after briefly falling into the void. 

“Hey love?”

Blinking repeatedly to regain control, Techno snapped his head at you, your voice calm and firm in spite all that he was forced to hear. He hummed as to answer, and you cupped his cheeks before he could escape your attempted kiss again. 

He was still for a few seconds, before becoming undone and lifting you closer towards his lips, fingers curling tightly on you as to express the uproar of emotions he held for you. 

You pulled yourself up, hand reaching into his hair while the other remained kindly to his light stubble. Techno supported you further by shifting you, his arm now against your back that cradled you into a sitting position. 

The kiss was tender and passionate, yet more gentle than one would assume. All you could feel was him and him alone, nothing breaking the pure moment of bliss and true pleasure between the two of you. 

You pulled away suddenly, while fast, but to express anything left unsaid between your shared acts. 

“Love you,” you whispered, still out of breath from the loss of air. Techno couldn’t help the adoring gaze he showed for you, his own voice bright from the high of your taste. He met your forehead halfway, and closed his eyes while speaking so closely to you. 

“Heh, and I you, darlin’.”

“Cuddles now?”

Techno nodded, using his hands to carry your thighs as they moved to wrap around his torso instead. He walked you both towards the stairway to your bedroom, his hold on you never faltering against him. 

“Yeah, cuddles now.”

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[squishycheekanon]

Okay, you did an amazing job in your latest post!! I really enjoyed! ^///^

I hope you don’t if I can request again, but this idea has been on my mind for a bit.

I offer, Passerine Technoblade x Princess!Reader

Hear me out, ever since I read Passerine and I watched Sad-ist’s new animatic, it really got me thinking on how Passerine Technoblade could interact with the reader who’s Wilbur’s sister.

Passerine Technoblade just lives rent free in my head

Passerine Technoblade x princess reader.

Passerine reality

I feel like I work for you now but tbh I don’t care😂 I loved writing this so much, I got carried away. There are HC’s coming for Passerine Techno!

Techno looked up from the young princes and found himself looking at the King, and a woman. Not the Queen he’d seen in the painting that hung on the wall. But the woman who stood on the other side of the throne. He observed she hadn’t smiled in the family portrait and she wasn’t smiling now.

Something strange happened. With the princes, the voices took noticed of how fragile their necks were and how easy they would be to snap. But when his eyes landed on you, they...beauty beauty beauty beauty.

“Father who is this?” You had asked. Techno watched as your pink stained lips moved but your head didn’t turn your fathers way.

“Old friend,” Philza had called out into the hallway. “It’s nice to see you again.”

And that’s how you met. Your relationship blossomed from pure curiosity. Both of you searching for something within the other. He wanted to know why the voices didn’t call out for your blood and you wanted to know who this mysterious man was.

A whirl of fur and scarlet silk had caught your attention though you didn’t move a muscle. Eyes still gazing at the book in your lap as you watched the red eyed man enter the library out of the corner of your eye. He stared at you wanting to know more, you didn’t let up. Even when he cleared his throat, all you did was sigh in a carefree manner.

When you finally did speak, it had been a few minutes and the castle guest jumped at the sound of you voice. “How was Wilbur’s first training session?” You had asked casually, not meeting his gaze.

“Bad.” Blunt.

“Not surprised. Whenever the boys failed at something, they weren’t exactly pushed to keep learning it.” You shrugged.

“Were you?” Short.

“I’m self taught. Being a woman you’re not supposed to know such things like how if you strike just below the ribcage, next to the spine, you cause one of the most painful deaths a person could ever experience.” You glanced up at Technoblade’s surprised eyes, “not that I know such things.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips, “Of course not.”

From mysterious man, he became friend. He told you everything you wanted to know, he couldn’t stop himself. There was no warning in his head this time, nothing that told him to close his mouth. So he let the words flow. It felt like a weight off of his chest when you smiled at him after he had finished each tale. That reassurance that none of it bothered you.

He’d often lay on the grass with you by the willow tree, looking up at the stars while he shared stories about his past. All the battles he’d fought and the people he’d worked for. About how the voices thirsted for blood, and oh boy did they. For sure if it was any other person you knew you’d be running for the hills, but with him you felt so safe, despite the voices that demanding blood be spilled.

A few months had passed and you watched as he became closer with your brothers. One day in fact you had gone to your private training area your father had let you use. It was all yours, no one else was allowed there no matter how much Tommy would try. You needed a place to let out your stress and hitting things with a sword, axe or your fists was the best outlet you’d ever had. You had just finished a session your matching daggers in hands, when your name was called out.

Turing to find Tommy grinning your way, you gave him a soft smile in return. Looking towards the two other figures, Wilbur nodded to you and Techno gazed at you with furrowed eyebrows.

He took in your appearance, the weapons you held, the slight coating of sweat that shimmered on your skin, the long braid you had done and finally your attire. Instead of the dresses he’d usually see you in, you wore what seemed like trousers and a shirt but when he looked closer the top and bottom was connected. It was a suit of sorts, contouring your body perfectly, showing every curve. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

It was at that moment he realised, he had talked. Only him. Whenever he had told you about him, you hadn’t returned the favour. You knew him, but he didn’t know you.

“Dad will be angry if he sees you with them around the castle.” Wilbur pointed to the daggers in your hold. True, your father had said you could train as long as no one else knew. That meant you didn’t carry weapons with you or wear your current clothing in the main castle area.

“Thank you, Wilbur. I know.” Your boots trudge against the floor as you began to walk away.

You bathed and changed quickly heading back to the boys, wanting to make sure they didn’t say anything to Father about you leaving you secret room with your secret weapons. When you arrived, what you saw shocked you. Wilbur leant against the willow tree, while Tommy braided Technoblade’s hair. The sight actually made you chuckle.

“Are we friends then?” Technoblade’s voice rang through your head as he spoke with your youngest brother who was securing a yellow rose in the pink braided hair.

“Obviously!” Tommy had replied.

That day was a good day, until the night came. Your Mother and Father were gone. You stood frozen staring at your mothers cold body while Techno comforted your brothers. You had felt so broken in that moment. No one to hold you close and tell you it was okay like she did.

No one except him.

Techno was the only one really there for you when your mother died. Everyone was so bothered about the princes being okay because they were next in line for the throne, your mental health was discarded. Techno couldn’t have that. He let you soak his shoulder with tears, held you when you slept and when you couldn’t sleep Techno would play the violin for you, choosing a soothing tune to lull you into a deep slumber. He was your rock and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

The guards sometimes eyed him carefully whenever he walked by, they didn’t trust him. You did. This man, with his big strong hands that could tear someone apart and wreak havoc. That’s who you trusted. You hadn’t ever felt as safe and protected as you did in his arms. The way he held you, brushing his lips across your forehead made you sigh contently.

Unknown to you, you had made Techno feel happier than he had ever been before. Slowly you were stitching that hole in his chest together. Something had always been missing and then he found you. Everything about you brought him comfort. The soft scent of flowers that flowed off of you. Your honeyed voice that he wished to listen to everyday. The way you’d brush your hand against his. He never understood love before, never understood mortals but something about you was teaching him. He was eager to learn more.

A few days after your mother’s death you’d finally opened up to him. Told him everything, he laughed with you at the funny parts, smiled at the family love and held you close at the sad ones. He knew you now.

Four years had passed and now you weren’t friends with the red cloaked man, no, you were lovers. Only a few people knew and they were the ones who’d accidentally caught you kissing eachother when you’d lost control of yourselfs in some random hallway or corner of the castle.

You eldest brother was now King and your youngest was being trained with the man you shared your bed with. You had become more sisterly with them, been nicer to them, sweeter than before. After mother’s death and father abandonment you realised how easy it was to loose someone and you wouldn’t let any bad memories exist with the person you lost next. Although you may have hardened your heart, you still left it open to your brothers and Techno.

“His Majesty has a lot of paperwork to do,” a guard voice caught your attention, you were heading to the training area when you heard it.

“If so, then His Majesty would certainly welcome my esteemed company,” Tommy had replied, giving the guard a grin and a salute as he pushed his way into Wilbur’s office. You shook your head with a small smile and continued your venture. Technoblade’s grunts you knew all to well, swirled in the air. He lunged at nothing and continued to fight the wind for practice.

“Shall I come over there and kick your ass again or will you come over here and kiss me?” You had said playfully. He let out a dry chuckle at your words, stabbing the ground with his weapon and making his way to you. He pulled you into his strong arms and kissed you passionately. It was always like that, some softness here and there, rough on the odd occasion. But always filled with passion.

“It’s not a complete ass kicking if I let you win darlin.” He grinned smugly.

“You keep telling yourself that.” You chided kissing him once more. He cupped you face with his rough, calloused hands and though his palms were littered with scars, you hummed happily at the feeling of his touch.

“Ew. If you’re going to do that, at least do it in private.” You pulled apart when Tommy had made his presence known.

“Have fun.” You whispered kissing your lover’s cheek, and ruffling Tommy’s hair as you walked away. You had felt lighter recently, like everything would be alright. It would right? Nothing bad would ever happen again. Of course not....

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[ivyglow]

More than friends | Carter Hart

A/n: Sooo, I was supposed to be done with this piece before our win last night, but my laptop keeps stopping, and the new one only arrives this week, in the meantime I’m stuck with this one and taking longer than ever to write the requests. Anyway, thank you for the patience, and if you want to support my writing, you can always like, reblog and share my posts with a friend you think might like it.

Shout out to Tori for the amazing job proofreading this piece. You’re the best, @guentzgoal​

PS. The songs mentioned in this chapter are Hozier (work song) and Ed Sheeran (friends). 

Requested: Yes

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mention of Friday’s mess aka 5-0 against the Canadiens. 

Summary: You’re the media management to the Philadelphia Flyers, and during the bubble time, you get closer to Carter being the person he runs to after the terrible game that day. You two finally realize something more developed between the friendship.

When everything started to crumble down, he wished for you. He’d imagined that you were probably in your room cuddled up with a bunch of blankets listening to your Hozier-favorites playlist while sipping cold tea. Carter occasionally even wished for everything to be a nightmare, that he was just sleeping on your couch while you watched one of your favorite horror movies, any different situation would be better than the current disaster happening. 

He couldn’t help but blame himself for every little thing. 

He was the one that let the puck reach the net four times, he thought. 

Somehow his head made him sure of this thought when he was pulled off the ice to the bench. He was angry, afflict, and all he wanted was for the team to score at least once or twice, so the loss wouldn’t be as awful as it was feeling at the time. 

But as you would sometimes say to him, “das Leben ist kein Ponyhof,” and even more than to hear your strange sayings, Carter liked to internalize them, because usually, they were great instructions for life. And to think that “life is no pony farm” was useful in times like this, it reminded him that it doesn’t matter how much he wished or worked, sometimes, it wasn’t meant to be. However, it didn’t erase your feelings, and that’s why he was fuming when he closed the door and went to the locker room. 

He tried to look unbothered enough to the media on the aftergame conversation, but on the inside, Carter was drowning in stress and guilt. During the drive back to the hotel, he thought about texting you to let you know he was crashing in your room that night, but he got carried away reading what people were thinking about his performance in the game. 

Most of them hated it.

And so did he.

Carter was thinking about how poorly he played when he knocked at your door, and you probably thought the same, but Carter wanted, no, he needed to see you and hear you, and he was sure you wouldn’t let him down. Your presence always did wonders for him and his self-esteem. He would probably hear “das Leben ist kein Ponyhof,” for the hundredth time, talk about how shitty he was feeling and let you caress his hair, and only this itself would make his day a little better. 

When the door opened to show you wearing a bathrobe, Carter lost his air for a couple of seconds. The mop of curls wet sitting on the top of your head, the dark skin, long lashes, full lips...everything about you was perfect to him, and he cheesily thought that maybe in another lifetime you were his queen and he would bow and adore you like you were the most perfect thing to walk the earth. 

“When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her” Hozier was softly playing inside your room.  

Carter thought about what to say, but nothing seemed to be enough, nothing made justice to how he was feeling on the inside, but he knew by the look in your eyes that you understood everything, every little detail, every bruise, and every deep and shaky breath. 

You took the bag from his shoulders and dropped it on the side of the door, before grabbing his hand and bringing his body closer. You watched the whole game while working on some management reports, as part of the media management team. You wished you were there. Nevertheless, just like the hockey team, everyone had a specific task, and yours today was writing and studying some more essential ideas discussed previously. You were not expecting Carter to show up at your door so soon. You knew he would eventually come around, and Carter said himself that he preferred to be close to you whenever he felt bad because you knew exactly when to ramble about yourself to take his mind off whatever was bothering him and when to listen to him and give advice. 

As soon as his scent hit your nose, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the hug. He was warm, and his hair was still wet from the shower, the fabric of his suit brought some kind of comfort when it came in contact with your skin and all you wanted to do was hold him until all his anguish was over. 

“You’re okay, we’re okay,” you whispered, peppering kisses along the exposed skin of his neck and jaw, the available surfaces when you crushed against him. 

You felt Carter nod his head, before finally putting a small space between the two of you.

“I’m sorry I forgot to text you to ask if I could just show up and…”

“Hey, it’s fine, we’re friends, no need to stress over this. And yes, you can crash here tonight as long as nobody notices, you know,” you traced his nose and the crease in his eyebrows.

And as much as you noticed every little detail of him, you were not able to see the way his face twitched when you said “friends” because as much as he loved your friendship, he got himself wishing for more in times like these. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to your forehead.

You disappeared to take off the moisturizer from your hair, and Carter took the time to make himself comfortable by taking his jacket off along with his shoes, letting the blankets on the couch engulf his body. 

“Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof,” you whispered when you came back. Now dressed in your pajamas and with your hair slightly damp, you lay beside your favorite goaltender on the couch. He dropped his head to your shoulders and made himself small, so you could take care of him the way he liked. And so with your favorite playlist playing and your fingers massaging gently at his scalp Carter fell asleep. 

He woke up with your voice distant, and a playlist still going, although it was not the Hozier one anymore. The room was darker than when he lay there, the only source of light coming from the open windows and one lamp, he noticed that you had lit a candle on the coffee table and that there was also a cup of water sitting there. 

Carter felt cared for and loved. He loved how your little details always made him feel better.

“I called room service, they’re getting our dinner here soon…” you appeared in the room again with your cellphone in your hands. “What’s up?” you asked, laying beside Carter one more time. 

The distance was little, and he thought about the way your friendship worked. It felt like more than friendship, and Carter took his time thinking about how he never sleeps with his friends like he sleeps with you. The way his friends cared about him but never the way you did. How he wanted to kiss you goodbye every time you parted ways and how he wished to just lay with you for as long as possible, just taking your scent in, enjoying your company, and your very specific playlists. 

“Hartsy?” you called again, confused with how he just zoned out. “Is everything okay? What are you thinking about?” 

He shifts on the couch, and now your faces are even closer. “Nothing...I was...this is a good song, never heard it.” 

You chuckled before directing your attention to the lyrics playing as background noise. Your heart did a little double-take, and you couldn’t help but turn your eyes to the face in front of yours.

“Friends just sleep in another bed, and friends don't treat me like you do. Well, I know that there's a limit to everything, but my friends won't love me like you. No, my friends won't love me like you.” 

You shivered when his thumb found your chin bringing your face even closer. It slipped through your face drawing little dots connecting every far end. You enjoyed the feeling, and though his hands were calloused, the pad of his fingertips felt soft and comfortable against your skin.

“Are we friends, or are we more?” his voice was so low you were sure if you weren’t staring at his lips, you would not understand. 

And when his thumb found your lips opening slightly, you closed your eyes, too overwhelmed with the new sensations to bother with an answer. You wanted him to crash the space between your lips and finally dive in, you wanted him to be more than friends, and you wanted to comfort him after everything. 

You wanted Carter and Carter only. 

You wanted to be more than friends.

Carter tested the waters by dipping his face and caressing your nose with his. He liked the way your faces seemed to fit in place, and he was determined to kiss you when the bell rang loudly in your room. 

“I have a saying for this,” you breathed out, wanting to laugh about the situation. “Aller Anfang ist schwer.” 

“And what does that mean?” 

“I’ll let you know later,” you fooled before getting up and going to answer the door.

Your legs were like jelly, and your mind was working at a fast pace, but still, you tried to keep composure.

Eating dinner after that interaction shouldn’t be easy, but it was for you and Carter, so he handled it so well it made you even more sure about how much you liked him. It wasn’t a real talkative dinner, but considering that hours prior, Carter was like a sad puppy, to see him smiling shyly at you was a victory. 

“Can I sleep here tonight?” he asked when you finished. 

“You already did,” you tried to mess with him, and Carter rolled his eyes before getting on the couch again. “Of course you can, Hartsy.” 

And so the rest of the night was just you and Carter randomly talking and listening to your playlist. He didn’t ask his question again, and neither did you, but you knew he was thinking about it when you went to bed. Especially laying there side by side. 

You were used with his naked chest and with his sleep pants, but it felt different that night, and the question keeps replaying in your head. So this time, you were the one to voice it. 

“Are we friends?” you turned to him. 

Carter sat in front of you, grabbing your hands. His fingers were cold against your palm, and you shivered one more time that day. 

“We’ve been ‘friends’ like this for more than a year, and even though I don’t know the turning point I know we are more than that and have been for a long time now,” his voice was firm like he was sure about what he was saying as he thought about it before. Your eyes dropped to your intertwined fingers, and you took a long breath before Carter started talking again. “Friends just sleep in another bed, and friends don’t treat me like you do...everything my friends do to me feels different when it comes to you.” 

It was the blink of an eye before your lips were connected, and you tried containing the growing smile between your lips. Carter’s lips were soft against yours, he felt like a summer day, one you waited a whole year for, and when it finally happened, it felt surreal. It wasn’t weird kissing him. It wasn’t odd sleep laying on top of him that night because it felt natural, it wasn’t anything new for the two of you. You were friends at the start, sure, but at some point, it turned into more, and you both handled it like it was only a friendship. You were happy to finally realize it had been more between each word, each interaction, each cheek kiss, and hug.  

Sleep came easy that night, for you and him. 

And even though his severe loss earlier, Carter felt valid.

You were there, you were his number one fan winning or losing, and he was happy he got to have a stable relationship with you. 

“Do you have a saying for that?” he asked jokingly.

“Unfortunately, no,” you held his face close, lips centimeters away. “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to spend time with sayings when I can spend time kissing you,” you confessed.

He chuckles, “Suddenly, life feels like a pony farm.” 

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[dreamerstreamer]

BELLE OH MY GOSH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT WAS WONDERFUL

every single scene that she chose to animate still carried the story perfectly without having to include every single detail, and not only that, they were so emotional

and the fighting !! THE WAY IT WAS ANIMATED

i could SEE the gravity and the way each character was moving

AND THE PORTAL AND WILBUR- it was perfect

sad-ist is hands down one of the most talented artists i have ever seen, she's so cool for making these animatics and allowing us to visualize minecraft roleplay in a more "real" sense

sorry for the rant ive just been holding it in all day T^T but i hope you've been well!! it's been a minute since i've sent anything to your inbox :D

art no you’re so right like honestly the whole video slapped?? i would write a whole 10k dissertation on it really but a) no one would read it and b) i don’t have the time but really…. sad-ist never fails to disappoint and i could go on and on and on and on!!! but i think you get the point like truly!! it was so wonderful!! and do not be sorry for the rant you are 100% correct and i’ve been … doing? i’m still alive and i call that a good baseline tbh even if i’m kind of dying ueueueeueuee i hope you’re doing well though!!

#ask #inniterhq

[theropodtheroblogs]

Sad-ist & THOSE LYRICS

I gotta talk about those lyrics okay, I gotta.

“You’re like a ghost, you’re haunting me,”

This works SO WELL IN SO MANY WAYS OKAY

Techno’s actions are haunting Tubbo to this day, beyond the animatic. The Red Festival left its mark on him, quite literally in many character designs including Sad-ist’s. It also left marks on the Cabinet of New L’Manburg and the whole country. He’s haunting them. Techno’s actions are going to haunt himself now too, because that directly leads to him being hunted down and forcibly dragged out of his self imposed retirement and put the one person he cares about, Phil, into harm’s way. 

Tubbo at this point is also haunted by what he did to Tommy, how he exiled him. He’s not yet realised that Tommy was on the verge of taking his last life because of everything he goes through, but at this point Tubbo is still being haunted by what he was forced into doing to his best friend.

And finally, Philza’s being haunted by what he did to Wilbur. He looks haggard and tired, he’s still carrying the wounds to his wings from that explosion, he’s still living with the guilt of murdering his son. Outside his house, he sees them building an execution platform for his closest friend (I almost said son, I wish they’d pick lore facts and stick with it omg) and he tries to help and Techno ends up being brought back for execution anyway while Phil’s helpless to intervene.

Oh, and let’s not forget that Wilbur’s ghost is QUITE LITEALLY HAUNTING THEM ALL. Through the animatic we only see glimpses for him, the longest being that moment right at the start and the moment Techno’s being flattened, otherwise it’s only flashes of his blue, of his hands melting in the snow, imprints of where he’s been as he follows Techno to his doom. Wilbur and his actions haunt everyone involved.

Another line? “That same old song on my mind.” Am I the only one who kept picking up hints of the prior songs from 2WEI that Sad-ist used? I swear I kept hearing bits of the Dawn of the 16th stuff in there and isn’t that so very fitting for a song about haunting? Maybe it’s a ref to My L’Manburg. Maybe it’s nothing.

Either way, this fucking animatic and this song haunt me oh my god Sad-ist <3

#dream smp #sad-ist #technoblade #tubbo_ #philza #thero blogs

[dreamhot]

I think it was because Sad-ist animations are kinda where the whole community gets together to share their love for DSMP, so it's an unspoken rule for everyone to make it a positive experience and be on their best behavior. Plus, the fact that this was about an older event that everyone has probably talked to death about probably means there was less things to say that has already been said.

I am very afraid for the state of the dash when Dream's lore video drops, however.

i mean, that's a nice sentiment and there's probably some measure of truth to it, but i do think the point about it being an older event isn't necessarily what saved us ahaha there are certain arcs that are still getting hashed and rehashed in discourse circles in spite of being long over, so the passage of time isn't gonna help us when it comes to lore analysis

not to say this is necessarily a bad thing, mind! big events obviously have lasting effects on characters, so it would stand to reason that we might go back to certain pivotal moments or storylines when it comes time for discussion. i do believe that it can wind up cyclical after a fashion - i agree that pretty much everything HAS been said - but these topics are gonna keep coming up in some capacity because they continue to be relevant to what's happening in the story currently

the response to dream's lore will be contingent on how it's played, of course. if dream frames himself as villainous? presumably there will be less of an uproar. but the thing with povs is that they carry a lot of weight when it comes to how people will respond to specific characters, and i think that they're likely to be inherently sympathetic. you're seeing things through their eyes - of course you're being made to perceive events through a different lens. hell, it's why there are so many people who bought into the propaganda of certain povs throughout the story. not everything a character says or does is true or correct, but we might have a different takeaway if we're experiencing their actions directly rather than from a third party viewpoint. that's how sympathy works, whether or not you agree with what's being done.

the lack of pov is probably in large part responsible for how scary and villainous c!dream might seem - because we're not in his head at all, and we can only make assumptions as to his thoughts and goals. there are other characters who have done less than savoury things, but because we've been able to get inside their heads, so to speak, that helps us to perhaps understand where they're coming from. we haven't had that with c!dream, so it's possible this lore video will offer us the nuanced perspective we've taken for granted with the other characters. who's to say !! all i know is that i'm very curious to see how dream handles the lore, because this could lead to some fascinating analyses ... or perhaps bloodshed

#smile.ask #anon #discourse cw #smp crit #long post

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I didn't expect to get tagged but here we are. As you all will be able to tell in a bit, I am a massive Quackity fan

Thank you for tagging me @skeetlehands!

who is your favourite member on the smp?

Look, I love them all but these have a special place in my heart.

Quackity, Slimecicle (I am fully aware he just joined but I still love him), Schlatt, Tubbo, Eret, AweSamdude, and Ponk.

They're just great in and out of character and just have comforting vibes.

when did you first start watching the smp and what made you get into it?

I gotten in during the Pogtopia era since it took me a while to get access to the streams.

I mainly gotten in with the Sad-ist War animatics along with me trying to catch up on Quackity's VODS. Just someone that I was already familiar with being an easier shift into story and learning others through him

what is your favourite part about watching the smp?

Just watching everyone interact with other and just seeing the plot progress in real time. Its literally just dnd but with extra steps but I enjoy it so much

The improv that they all do is amazing and how everyone have different approaches to their characters makes my writer's side so happy with dissecting everything.

What piece of cursed lore is your favourite

That Wilbur canonically fucked a fish and Philza canonically fucked a Samasung fridge and just seeing the fanbase try to change into something that will at least make a bit more sense.

Im included in this, I basically joined the side that has Sally being a mermaid shapeshifting pirate. Mainly because of pirate Fundy

Who is your favorite duo on the smp

Slimecicle and Ranboo: They're the same person but in different fonts, you can convince me otherwise

Schlatt and Quackity: They managed to be super funny together with all of the jokes and balanced with making a very realistic abusive relationship work. It was always fun seeing them flirt with each other for a joke then get hit with whiplash when canon comes in to remind me that this isnt healthy

Tubbo and Tommy: They're two dumbasses who share the same braincell but then they constantly lose it and Tubbo mainly has custody of it

Wilbur and Schlatt: I just enjoy seeing Schlatt messing with Wilbur and occasionally flirts with him to get Wilbur more pissed off

Who are your comfort streamers

Quackity and Slimecicle are comfort streamers

Eret, Fundy, and AweSamdude are my comfort people (meaning I dont watch them as much but I find comfort in their presence. And the other two are also under this category)

Who is your favorite character

Quackity due to how complex his character is and yet how it looks so simple

Schlatt because is just a villian who knows how to play the game without getting caught

Tubbo, watching him trying to be hopeful with everything destroy around him and he just slowly become used to everything going wrong

AweSamdude because he is just trying his best to be a father figure others and I just got family issues

Who do you think the best actor(s) on the smp

Imma skip over the ones that we all already said and get into the ones that dont get enough praise

Quackity: Just how he managed to make his character seem so basic but in reality its really complex. And just seeing the shift from him being a chaotic force of nature to being a serious character that is trying his best to reach something that has been hanging over his head is just *chefs kiss* and he always delivers amazing lines on the spot.

BadBoyHalo: He is doing great right now, even though he is a bit rusty with starting he still manages to get into character and stay in character the entire time. When slowly easing in, you can tell its a bit forced but once he finds his footing, he knows how to deliver his lines.

AweSamdude: His entire bit where he was getting rescued from the egg fucking hurt. How he sounded weak from the entire thing and tired to where he just wanted to rest was so well. And I know he can act more energetic when he was accidentally dragged into playing a cop during Quackity's and Bad's date

Fundy: You guys need to give him more praise for his acting because he is fucking amazing at it. The little touches to how he voice when speaks is so good along with his body language in game. He knows what he's fucking doing and I love him for that. And when he snapped, it made complete sense if you payed attention to his character

I didnt add Ranboo because he's automatically at the top section due to him being a dnd player. Same goes to Slimecicle even though he hasnt acted yet. I dont make the rules. You play dnd, you know how to act

What are your favorite quotes

I dont have favorite quotes, just dialog heavy scenes.

Before Doomsday, Quackity going to take his horse far away from L'Manberg, it being the one thing he cares about. It was just so good

The entire Schlatt and Quackity argument in front of the white house

The meeting between Schlatt and Quackity with Schlatt yelling out to him in a taunting way to where Tommy and Quackity are trying to figure out what happened to the tnt. I constantly rewatch it to feel the adrinaline pumping to feel something

Wilbur's slow descend into insanity and talking to Tommy. Just showing his paranoia and fears consuming him, him projecting his fears into Tommy as an attempt of manipulation, and his hero complex shift into villian one

Schlatt's winning speech of him projecting it as something that was bound to happen no matter what. The amount of charisma and confidence that was in his voice as I was watching Tommy hiding underground in fear was just a perfect scene

Tommy's argument with Dream when everyone is protecting Tommy. Its the small details of Tommy taunting Dream to kill him, knowing he wont no matter what. Him telling everyone to protect Tubbo and everyone listening without hesitation.

The debate that Quackity and Dream had for like 11 or 14 minutes. All of that was completely unprompted unscripted, it was just so satisfying seeing someone stand up against Dream for the first time and actually beating him. Sure it was in a verble conflict but it still counts as a defeat

Be honest, who do you simp for? (Ayo if anyone says Tommy or Tubbo I will🗡)

Schlatt, Quackity, and Slimecicle

Its pretty obvious, I dont really try to hide it

Whats your favorite stream

Uhhhh I dont exactly have one so none I guess

Whats your least favorite streams

Im sorry, but all of the Jackbox stream. You need a specific group of people to play together in order to actually make it funny and keeping the energy throughout the entire thing.

After a bit later, everyone has a tendency of pandering to the audience and repeat jokes. They managed to beat jokes to the ground faster than Tiktok AND Twitter.

Dont get me started with DreamTeam being in there. They're funny in thier own rights but the shipping jokes get so unfunny so quick and they dont know how bounce off of others well. The only exception to this is when Quackity, Velvet, and Ant were playing with Sapnap and Dream. And thats because they decided to mess with the straight white guys into accidently saying offensive shit and seeing those two suffer with trying tiptoe around was so amusing

Whats something about the smp fandom thay makes you sad

This doesnt get me sad, just frustrated and its mostly towards dsmptok and dsmptwt but sometimes this fandom doesnt fucking know how to analyze characters. Like when everyone jumped on Tubbo on being the bad guy when he was a kid trying to use old tatics that knows that worked before and stand up for himself

How when one person decides to do something that they believe is right, everyone just throws the term villian arc around

When one person does one good thing the suddenly everyone accepts into them being good and not ever looking into it.

For fucks sakes, I saw people keep saying that Quackity was turning into Dream or Wilbur and I just sat there being confused on how they conntected those dots that were in different books.

Its so frustrating to read through. But here on dsmpblr, you guys actually understand character analysis, are able to critique them and able to love whoever you enjoy.

Another thing is how this fanbase really puts everyone on a pedestal or objectify them. Just completely forgetting that they're human and treat the streamer as a character. Like, yeah they're playing up a persona whenever they're making content but theres a difference and you shouldn't hold them up like that.

You cant use the argument of "They're young, they dont know any better", when I first entered my first fandom (I was like 11/12), I fully understood that theres a boundary between me and the creator. What they are on screen is a persona but they're still human and I should treat them as such. Its just something that bugs me and its unnerving to see whenever people start getting wierd about it

Final bit is just how the twitch chat acts. They all force the streamer to follow the 'main' plot of it being Tommy or Techno or whoever the fandom chooses to have a favorite, completely ignoring the fact that they are their own character. No one wants to meta game because where is the fun in that but the fucking chat gets so annoying when the streamer goes against fanfavorite of the week. It drains the fun of it being multiple pov's and different characters.

When Slimecicle was barely starting stream I saw so many people spam "Go with Ranboo" and not let him even get into lore first. I hated that I knew it was coming but it was still so fucking frustrating seeing them try to boss him around. Please just let people live outside of the 'main' plot, not everything revolves around your favorites. Now shut the fuck up and let them play

What about the smp fandom that makes you happy?

The people that create art, animatics, theories, playlist, or write oneshots

All of you creators are great and deserve so much more respect then what the fandom gives you because jesus fucking christ they're all so fucking rude. You guys are the ones that are carrying this fandom on your backs and I fucking respect yall for that

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Time for da spead: @nixavia @dambette404 and @mocha-is-lost yall dont need to join.....unless😳😳😳

#this is long as hell #sorry #ALSO THANK YOU SKETTLE FOR TAGGING ME #I THOUGHT I WAS MOSTLY AN ANNOYANCE TO YOU FOR CONSTANTLY SENDING IN SOME LONG ASS ASK #dream smp #mcyt

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#230-221)

#230: Dschinghis Khan -- Dschinghis Khan (Germany 1979)

"Die Hufe ihrer Pferde, die peitschten im Sand Sie trugen Angst und Schrecken in jedes Land Und weder Blitz noch Donner hielt sie auf"

"The hoofs of their horses, they lashed in the sand They carried fear and horror in every country And neither flash nor thunder stopped them"

One of my favorite songs to jam to is Boney M's "Rasputin". A disco-influenced song about the life of "Russia's greatest love machine", it's energetic while telling that of a myth. I mention this because Dschinghis Khan is compared to this often, in all the ways.

Only this time, it's about the great conqueror Chinghis Khan, who took over the whole universe (and lasted for a very long time). From how he struck fear across the steppe to fathering seven children in one night, he is seen as the embodiment of masculinity.

While entertaining, sometimes I'm put off by the gimmickry. It can be argued that it wouldn't age that well today, because it can be seen as culturally appropriative or mocking Mongolian culture. But for what it's worth, it's enjoyable and still a classic today.

Personal and actual ranking: 4th/19 in Jerusalem

#229: Louisa Baïleche -- Monts et Merveilles (France 2003)

“Oh, mon amour Où es-tu, mon amour?” “Oh, my love Where are you, my love?”

A definite case of love at first listen for me—Monts et Merveilles is a calming ballad, albeit with sad lyrics about the end of a relationship. The instrumentation is quite nice; it reminds me of songs that stood out on the charts during that time. It also had the "ethnic style" percussion in the bridge, which made me think that France Televisions wanted to mix what worked in the last two years (ballads) with the ethnic sounds from the 1990s (as Louisa is half Kablye, an Algerian ethnic group)

Despite it, it got a pretty low result—though it may be because 2003 was a stronger year songwise compared to the two years that came before it. Or it maybe because of the hair getting into her face that took away from the experience...

Personal ranking: 5th/26 Actual ranking: 18th/26 in Riga

#228: Hakol Over Habibi -- Halayla (Israel 1981)

"הלילה, הלילה, יהיה זה הלילה נאמר דברים שלא אמרנו מעולם"

"Tonight, tonight, it will be the night We’ll say things we’ve never said before"

On a random note, whenever I would search up Idan Raichel's "Hakol Over", Hakol Over Habibi would be one of the first search items that pop up. I would completely ignore it until now, when they actually participated in Eurovision!

That said, Halayla is very groovy song which plays with the disco vibe of the 1970s and the highly energetic choreography that would define 1980s Israeli Eurovision entries. The instrumentation is quite awesome, with the mix of piano, strings, and I think accordion setting up the vibe. (And it switches well from minor to major and back again , which can go awry when done wrong).

The members seem to have a ball on stage, and Kikki looks beautiful in her dress, which was fitted that way because she was pregnant at the time!

Personal ranking: 5th/20 (though it jumps around often...) Actual ranking: 7th/20 in Dublin

#227: Wind -- Laß die Sonne in dein Herz (Germany 1987)

"Manchmal bist du traurig und weißt nicht warum Tausend kleine Kleinigkeiten machen dich ganz stumm Du hast fast vergessen wie das ist, ein Mensch zu sein Doch du bist nicht allein"

"Sometimes you feel sad and you don’t know why Thousands of little reasons are making you dumb You nearly forgot what it’s like to be a human being But you are not alone"

Wind has the interesting distinction of participating three times and coming in second twice out of those three. The first one, "Fur Alle" was seen as such as a big contender that there were bets made against it winning. And then it didn't.

Laß die Sonne in dein Herz didn't come that close to winning in 1987, but I can argue it's the better song of the the three.

It catches you right away with the reggae influences, which creates a relaxed vibe throughout the song. It builds up well with every key change--it does get repetitive at times (especially with the choruses), but never boring. And while it shares a similar theme to Fur Alle, it doesn't come off as either derivative or charitys-single like.

(That said, I did grow to like Fur Alle eventually, but this one was more instantaneous.)

Personal ranking: 7th/22 Actual ranking: 2nd/22 in Brussels

#226: Charlotte Perrelli -- Hero (Sweden 2008)

“This is a story of love and compassion Only heroes can tell.”

The better Charlotte song, in my opinion. The song she won with, “Take Me to Your Heaven” is a complete vintage track, almost influenced by ABBA-nostalgia going on at the time. “Hero” , while still on the same schlager vein, modernizes the production a little bit, to the point I imagine it would be a good pop song of that era.

Alongside that, Hero has some compelling lyrics, one which could summarize the hero's journey in general. I wouldn't be surprised if somebody were to write a Eurovision jukebox musical, they would use this in some format.

That may be the case on why l like it better, but it could also be because it should’ve done better in the contest. The fact the jury wildcard saved Charlotte is a reason why they're around, but the fact there was a wildcard which kicked out the actual tenth placer (North Macedonia's Let Me Love You) could be totally flawed too.

Personal ranking: 6th/43 Actual ranking: =18th/25 (with France) in Belgrade

#225: Carlos Paião -- Playback (Portugal 1981)

“Podes não saber cantar nem sequer assobiar, Com certeza que não vais desafinar, Em play-back, em play-back, em play-back,”

“Maybe you don't know how to sing or even how to whistle But you won't sing out of tune for sure, In playback, in playback, in playback”

This is so modern and infectious it’s unbelievable. From the introduction to Carlos’ biting lyrics to the choreography, it makes one wonder why it got neglected in the voting. 1981 was a strong year, sure, but this song is definitely one of the best of that field.

Playback, as the title suggests, is about the pervasiveness of lip-synching in the music industry. One day, nobody will have to learn how to sing because the playback will save them. They can all focus on the performance without taking note of the song.

It's eerily relevant to Eurovision today, considering we don't use live music anymore and backing vocals can be mimed. I have mixed feelings about the latter, because one side argues it allows different genres of music to appear, but the other argues it reduces artistic credibility. I prefer having live vocals; if a delegation wants to use them on the track (e.g. looping), it should be on a case-by-case basis.

Maybe that's why it somehow made the ESC250 the last two years...

Personal ranking: 4th/20 Actual ranking: =18th/20 (with Turkey) in Dublin

#224: Emma -- La mia città (Italy 2014)

“E dimmi se c’è davvero una meta O dovrò correre per la felicità”

“And tell me if there really is a destination Or I have to run for happiness”

The black sheep of Italy’s post-comeback output, and coincidentally the only song completely chosen internally. That being said, La mia citta is still a good song, and for me it’s better than some of the fan-favorites out there.

Admittedly, I prefer the punchy verses to the chorus, with the latter reminding me of something out of P!nk's discography, but I revel on Emma’s energy and her letter to the city of Rome. We have struggles about the place we are from, but still try to sing its praises when we can!

The staging was a bit tacky at times, but I did like the aesthetics of it—particularly her laurel wreath. Her costume had a good concept also, but is also overdone it in terms of the bejeweled top.

(As for the Sanremo winner that year, Contravento, it feels like a bit of a grower. The clarinet intro really takes one in, but there has to be a whimsical, sweet staging to accompany the hopeful song. Had they done so, a left-side finish would've waited for them)

Personal ranking: 6th/37 Actual ranking: 21st/26 in Copenhagen

#223: Brigitta -- Open Your Heart (Iceland 2003)

“Everything you share with me Turns a little darkness into light And that is how we’re meant to be Truth will keep the light shining brighter”

Also known as, the woman who originally came from Husavik! The difference is that Birgitta was the lead singer of the group Irafar. Open Your Heart reminds me of songs that end up on DCOM (Disney Channel Original Movie) soundtracks—it can actually work in the end, but also in the beginning to introduce the characters and/or their circumstances. The random running order really helped it with being first, haha! Beyond that, it's an optimistic song, helped with the guitar influences which ground it in the era. Plus, the production and lyrics add to this feel, encouraging even the shiest to open up their feelings. Also, I like the flowery aesthetic that Birgitta has, from one in her hair to the larger one (which I think is real?) on her microphone. Personal ranking: 4th/26 Actual ranking: 8th/26 in Riga

#222: Tomas Ledlin -- Just nu! (Sweden 1980)

“Han vill dra iväg, kanske ner till Paris Och hitta äventyret på något vis Inte sitta här på stans konditori Och låta tankarna, bara fladdra förbi” “He wants to go away, perhaps down to Paris And find adventure somehow And not just sitting here at the local café Just letting the thoughts flutter by” The 1980s saw the genre New Wave come to vogue, and Just Nu was a valiant attempt on the genre, especially considering the direction Eurovision would go later. From the opening notes, I got the punkish notes from the instrumentation, and the lyrics definitely add to the feeling of being free from societal expectations, crying out "right now"! (which is funny, because I learned Romanian at one point and nu means no in the language. So I keep thinking it's "just no!" against conformity) Tomas also shows quite the attitude on stage--he just struts into the stage with a boyish charm and kickstarts the song. With his looks and usage of the microphone stand, he portrays this rebellious character well, though the orchestration could’ve been improved with the strings and flute. Personal ranking: 2nd/19 Actual ranking: 10th/19 in Den Haag

#221: Lea Sirk -- Hvala, ne! (Slovenia 2018)

“Moje ime je Lea in/Za vas imam nov lik!” “My name is Lea/ And I have a new character for you!”

I love the opening lines for this song—it immediately sets the tone and has a strong statement alongside it. She's Lea, and she won't let anything down on She asserts that she can’t be sold out, and has a great attitude to accompany the trap beat, which reminds me of a K-pop song for some reason. The staging fits the song to a T--though it didn't need any changes from the NF, haha. As for the fake break, I don't have any strong opinions on it, but it definitely kept up interest for the song. A nicer touch was the Portuguese line in the end. Either way, it was a surprise qualifier in its semi that year, and it was one surprise that I greatly welcomed. Hvala da!

Personal ranking: 8th/43 Actual ranking: 22nd/26 GF in Lisbon

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