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shytastemakerthing · 6 months

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Well now I’m curious and I’d like a matchup too! (Romantic would be preferred but platonic is good too! Do what you’re comfortable with!)

I am an asexual person (she/they) who is very timid and honestly a bit jumpy. I can put my foot down when I feel I need to as I don’t like taking bs from people, but I’m more likely to avoid conflict than to instigate. I like to draw and while I’m a bit out of practice, I like to sing a bit too! My music taste ranges between techno pop, hard rock, soft and sweet little love songs or heartbreak songs, and touches on a lot of other genres here and there. I love me some good fantasy, whether it’s a game, anime/manga or movie. I also like sci-fi and a little bit of horror every now and then. I get tired easy and like to nap a lot, so someone I can trust to let me sleep peacefully or even join my nap would be super nice. I like hugs, like I’m a big hugger if I like you, but I won’t be overbearing if it’s something someone isn’t comfortable with. I know what it’s like to just not want to be touched and I won’t knowingly make someone that uncomfortable. Personal space and privacy are important but so is physical touch. It’s not always easy to find a middle ground… I try my best to hear out and understand people’s perspectives on things but that can also lead to me asking a lot of questions. I also really like the stars and the night sky. I could stargaze until I fall asleep if I really felt safe enough to do so.

I hope that’s not too much! Tysm! :)

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I'm finally getting these rolled out so thank you so much for your patience! I do hope that you enjoy your matchup, Anon!

CW: None

I match you with.......

Lilia Vanrouge

🦇 He knows that you're jumpy.... and he uses that to his advantage. Man is a chronic prankster, whether that's all just him personally or his fae self kicking in, we may never know (it's a heavy mix of both, he just can't help himself). He will show up at the most random of places at the most random of times just to see you jump. It makes him chuckle every single time.

🦇 The first time you put your foot down and told him off about him spooking you like thay far too many times for your liking, he was honestly and surprisingly impressed and stunned (and he honestly found it extremely attractive). Now, he is a seasoned war general who has seen many atrocities committed, some even by him. But seeing you like that, it honestly intimidated him a bit.

🦇 Man raised a chronic sleeper son (who wad also cursed with such a spell to case these bouts of sleep), so he does not mind when you need a nap, he'll even join you. After all, he needs to rest those old bones of his. He's also a snuggler and no one can change my mind. He will welcome you into his dorm room, and you can both lay in bed, all nice and cozy under the covers. He'll even tell you stories about all of his adventures if that helps you.

🦇 It is Canon that this man plays games. And if you're looking for some good fantasy, he has plenty of recommendations for you. If you want one to read, he's been around for centuries, and he can get his hands on some of the best books there are no matter the year. He once gifted you a book of such a genre (the best in his opinion), that wss well over 150 years old.

🦇 Please join him at the Light Music Club, please. Honestly they would all love to have you there. There is such a mixture of music that all your music desires are met. And if you sing for them one time, Lilia is smitten and is extra cuddly. He just loves your voice.

🦇 By extension, you get Silver, Malleus, and Sebek. Silver begins to love you like a parent and is always making sure you're alright, thank you over and over for making his father so happy just by being there. Malleus has never seen Lilia so happy when he is with you. There is a difference between the familial love that he holds for his boys and the romantic live he has for you. Sebek is fiercely protective of you, almost on the same level of Malleus, and this is only because your with Lilia. But he will admit he is fond of you over time. He just likes that Lilia is happy.

🦇 Lilia does not mind all the questions that you will ask, actually, he promotes it. He has been around for so long so he will quite possibly have a lot of answers that he will be able to give to you. He just loves to be able to tell you things. To have someone ask him all of these questions, to show such interest, it warns that old heart of his.

🦇 The bat fae has seen so many stars in his long life. He's lived under them, mapped them, traveled by them, all of it. He has even seen some come and go. That means more knowledge that he can share to you. He will bring out the old maps that he used to use and he will gladly share them with you. If it's one of those nights where you're both just laying on a blanket staring out at the stars, he will also gladly just hold you close, thanking the stars above for blessing his life with you. If you happen to fall asleep, and it stars getting just a bit too cold, he can and will pick you up and carry you back (maybe even reverting to his true form for this moment) to his dorm, tucking you in all nice and warm.

🦇 Overall, Lilia honestly feels like he has been blessed when you showed up into his life. So much of his life was filled with pain and war and death and destruction. To have you, here, alive and well with him, loving him for all of who he is, it has brought him to tears more than once. He makes sure that you never have to hurt, that you always feel loved. You get someone who is respectful of you, who respects your boundaries, and loves you as you are.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #romantic #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia x reader #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #shy answers #shy writes

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elytra404 · 1 year

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so i love coming up with au's for my fandoms that ill never actually write, so yk what? its time to make them a tumblr series!! first up?

ely's hypothetical dsmp marvel au!!!

Meet: the avengers, though their fans tend to call them the sleepy bois! (an inside joke from when the iron bird may have fallen asleep before a very important conference). The line up is as follows!

The Iron Bird! This man, also know as Phil, or Philza affectionately, got rich from a mix of inheritance and coding skills! This one man army can rival all of Nintendo! Well, a man and a robot, if you include his highly advanced digital assistant!

Wilbur! More commonly known by the superhero name, Retrocognition, Wilbur is Philza's assistant! originally created as an ai, he now has a body thanks to the infinity stone in his head! He was originally made as a replica of Philza's son, whose death pushed him to becoming a superhero, but Wilbur has grown into his own being!

This brings us to Philza and Wilbur's first real friend for years, Fire ant. Moved on from her days as a german spy, Fire Ant now works for Phil and helps him in his superhero escapades! Those close to her know her as Niki, and well her instincts are sharp and her mind suspicious, she can make a mean pastry.

And now, coming out of the ice for the first time in decades, its Captain America! She may be a tad old, and catching on lost time, but shes still as strong as ever! Her real name is Cara, but her friends call her Puffy! Why? Nobody really remembers to be honest. Shes our favorite super soldier, and a complete bad ass when shes not trying to figure out how a phone works!

Next in the line up, the great god of thunder, Tho- oh, sorry, turns out he now prefers the more 'human' 'discrete' name of Technoblade? Well, no matter the name, Techno is a wonderful god! Loyal to his hammer, the orphan obliterator! (turns out Milnor was a mistranslation? well thank god(s) for that!) A tad absentminded, and always cracking jokes about some kind of wall, he may just be the most powerful on the team.

But our team wouldn't be complete without our final three! Why, its Goop, Hawkeye, and... Fundy? Sure!

First off, the amazing Goop! Thanks to some gamma rays, great scientist Charlie Sicle became some what of a monster. He's a totally normal man with a perfectly normal bone structure, until you make him mad! Then, well you ever heard of a d&d ooze? Yea... you can have fun with that.

Then, we have Hawkeye. Also known as Jack Manifold (hes not the best at secret identities), this super powered hero is... what is he actually? Why do they keep him around? Well... anyway this family man is probably a wonderful addition to the team!

And last but certainly not least, its the wonderful Fundy! Quickly taken in by Wilbur, this 15 year old was granted out of this world powers by a space stone! And with a slightly unhealthy amount of trauma and self loathing, what teen wouldn't want to be this orange wizard!

Of course, we have other heros! From Sneegsnag the bug man, to Spidered the purple spider hero, Foolish the wizard sorcerer, to King Ponk of Wakanda (and more importantly king of his lemon orchid). Many wonderful heros to beat all the terrorists in this galaxy!

And if its more heroes in the galaxy your looking for, may I introduce the wonderful Guardians of our galaxy?

Starting with our self selected caption, Tommy Inn! Tommy was swooped up as a young boy by aliens, with only his mothers favorite music disc and a handheld player to his name. He protects those discs with his life, almost more then he protects his own life!

Then, of course, we cant talk about the legendary captain without his newly full time best friend! Tho he used to be an enemy, Tubbo is down for the ride! If not a little skeptical of his best friends planning abilities. Former son of Madre, he's ready to gaurd that galaxy!

Of course we can't talk about the guardian without discussing Ranboo! This little devil was made in a lab, and looks oddly similar to a minecraft enderman! A tad insecure, this he/they will not hesitate to bite you.

And of course, Ranboo's loyal companion, Aimsey. Aimsey's species is apparently very close to this earth cartoon Tommy keeps talking about, Adventure time. However Aimsey and their complex language of "I am Aimsey" is a much needed team member.

And now you know the heros of our tales! Fighting Madre, who dreams of creating his own universe with the infinity stones, who knows what could come next!

(partially inspired by and helped with some stuff- @mariposathebutterflyboy )

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ranboo5 · 10 months

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Ooh, you mentioned c!Techno — any c!peerpresurduo headcanons? I may or may not be a bit obsessed with them :)

REAL AND ALWAYS TBH CPEERPRESS THE WORLDDDDD when I was more I active I was fully a cpeerpress blog at heart tbh and I like to think in essence I still am... they really are all that matters. Under cut for. Oh my god I was worried I wasn't gonna be able to deliver but THEMMMM

Headcanons wise I'm not gr8 at dragging up novel stuff on the spot BUT . I do like to think wrt offscreen interactions - I laruve cRanboo litol Hypixel backstory . The fashion thing is extremely covered ground but I do thing they discuss also specifically the angle of like . OK so going off Techno's skin Ranboo's skin and hell even applying it to Squid's tuxedo I like 2 think that fictional Hypixel fashion sense/movements just kind of are like that (see: Myzzy design!!!) so I think they should trash on people's wardrobes. - Idr if I ever posted this but it's fine. Philza being the kind of guy he is definitely has some kind of preserved:tm: cellar and he among other things at one point gets into keeping a ginger bug. He produces a decent amount of pumpkin sodie using the farm and the bug and ofc his store is officially open to both of the other commune denizens, which they both do interpret as an "at all times" thing. Which it is, even if Phil didn't necessarily intend to get woken up by the world's unstealthiest insomniacs walking into his house in the dead of night in search of a carbonated drink - I don't know if they run across each other during this or if it's during an excursion of some kind but I have the image in my mind so strongly that at one point in conversation Ranboo as like a haha yeah semi-sequitur just drops an episode of The Horrors as like . It's not Quite a litmus test but it's there, both spontaneous and dragged out like pulling teeth somehow, and even someone more astute than Techno wouldn't have a clue what to do with it. Fortunately, Technoblade, being greatly socially competent at Chilling and Having Fun, takes only a second before going "oh yea. HATE it when that happens." I don't know what the Horrors being obliquely referenced in just enough graphic detail to be unsettling while also deeply useless in figuring anything out are so I also don't know if Techno knows how it feels:tm: or not odds are strong either way tbh but regardless of that he DOES say "oh yea. HATE it when that happens" - on a lighter note one day Techno gets sick for an excursion and fervently denies this, which Ranboo dutifully yes-ands while also handing Techno tissues every five minutes - Ranboo once explained the cobblestone decisions made about the sky city EXTENSIVELY to Techno, and in this explanation also never got around to mentioning what they were building or why. Techno didn't ask. - Techno successfully taught Ranboo at least one recipe that he did not know prior to teaching it as if he'd known it for years. If this happened multiple times it has a roughly 50-60% success rate wrt making things that are good - I think it does matter that during and leading up 2 Ho16 proper Ranboo was not in contact w/ people at the commune . After it respawns somewhere locally it takes off in disgust as soon as it can, makes for the mangled desert, falls asleep in an alcove of sandstone somewhere and is awoken when a wandering enderman chances upon the sand it's walled off with, and before it can say anything they ask Ranboo if it's lost. The question pulls him up short and he finds himself saying something like "a little bit, I guess," and the language isn't as clumsy in their mouth as it was last month and a nondescript memory of talking at Phil slowly clicks into focus Techno is dealing w/ his Distraction Of The Week when Ranboo walks back into the commune -- this week he's reading about bead recording and is trying to figure out if and how to apply this to Syndicate signaling. It's not going great. Anyway the snow rustles and Ranboo clambers awkwardly over the fence across the yard, and when Techno throws him the "sup" he just stops mid path to his house and walking circles into the snow explains that he is going to bed which manages to start a ten-minute conversation about nothing that lasts until Ranboo attempts to lean on a fencepost in fidgeting and nearly passes out asleep on the spot, in similar kind to when you pop into a Discord call for "just a minute before bed"

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pasteltechno · 1 year

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I’ll Stay With You Till The Break Of Dawn (angst oneshot)

⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️

Hurt/comfort, memories of religious abuse, childhood trauma, thoughts of suicide, hypnosis, nightmares, self blaming, mentions of age regression.

Ship:

Pastel Techno x Licorice

Characters:

Pastel Techno (🎤)

Licorice (💀)

Poison Mushroom (🍄)

Pomegranate (♦️)

Aunt Mahalabia

Mille-feuille

Toxipop (🍬)

Cream Unicorn (🦄)

That night, Pastel Techno Cookie came back to the dark table room feeling defeated from losing another argument with Toxipop Cookie. Since Toxipop Cookie broke out of jail, all of her friends and fans mocked Pastel Techno Cookie for being successful, then they attacked her supporters as revenge too. She sat down on her chair and looked down at the table. Eyes darkened as she thought to herself: "Maybe she's right, maybe I am just an attention seeking brat who deserved nothing." But then she heard a voice coming behind her.

♦️: "Is something troubling you?"

It was Pomegranate, only checking if she was okay. She lifted her head to look at her.

🎤: "Toxipop Cookie is back, and she's still getting on my nerves. She's corrupted my mind with these thoughts she casted, and I don't know why..."

Pastel sighed, Pomegranate knows how hurt she is. But she know what she can do to help.

♦️: "Is she really? Is she making you feel this way? ...Perhaps my mirror shall reveal what your fate shall be if the situation you're in keeps going."

Pastel nodded as she looked at Pomegranate's mirror, started to feel hypnotized. Then it magically revealed something horrifying. An image of her "hanging" in flower vines, and flowers blooming from her dough. Tears of sorrow and fear stream down from her hypnotized eyes, softly sobbing as she saw it.

♦️: "I see, so you do feel unsafe around her. These thoughts she fills you leading you to your fate as I see the tears of fear streaming down. Did you really think ending yourself would make cookies the smiles upon their faces? Hm... perhaps I can help you change your fate somehow."

Pomegranate said as she lifts Pastel's chin gently.

♦️: "Choco Berry Cookie, your love for Licorice Cookie is one the ways to help, even though it disturbs me many times. And I sense your mental health is running thin. Whatever happens to you, we cannot let you fall in the same fate like what our master did in the past. I pray for your safety as we speak. Either way, we might be able to find our way to get rid of these thoughts."

More tears streaming down, sobbing slowly gets louder.

♦️: "Hush now, Choco Berry Cookie, I shall sooth your mind with a lullaby spell."

Pomegranate said as she casted a lullaby spell on Pastel. She stopped crying as her eyelids are getting heavy.

♦️: "Rest well, Choco Berry Cookie. I'll soon get Licorice Cookie to hold you until the break of dawn."

Pastel finally starts to fall asleep, just then Poison Mushroom walked in to check on the two cookies.

🍄: "Pomegranate Cookie..? Is Pastel okay..?"

Pomegranate turns around to see Poison Mushroom being concerned.

♦️: "Oh, your dear friend is having a hard day on herself, and her rivals were so very cruel to her. So I decided to help clear her mind."

She told them as she carried Pastel to her room

🍄: "Poor Pastel Techno Cookie, I hope she gets better soon. I found lots of Raspberry shroomies from the the Hollyberry Kingdom, I'll give some to her when she wakes up."

♦️: "That's wonderful, Poison Mushroom Cookie."

She said as she puts Pastel down to bed. As the two leave the bedroom, hours past as the soothing lullaby spell starts to wear off, and Pastel Techno began to dream about the horrors of her childhood past and her fate. And the thoughts kept coming back.

Aunt Mahalabia Cookie: "Such a disrespectful child, always reject the following rules of our Monastery. If she keeps up with her unacceptable behavior, she will never see the holy light of our godly makers!"

Mille-feuille Cookie: "Maybe she still has a childish mindset. If he can refresh her mind, she'll be as kind, truthful, and obedient."

🎤: "No... stop...!"

Aunt Mahalabia Cookie: "What an excellent idea, mother. I shall bring her, and we'll clean the filth of her mindset."

🎤: "Stop...! no more..!!"

Toxipop Cookie: "Aw, what's the matter, "Princess"? Jealous of my victory over you? Ahahaha!!"

The voices of her Aunt, grandmother, and Toxipop kept spouting into her head. She stepped back in fear then bumped into something behind her. She screamed and collapse as she saw a frame of her future death. It's staring at her so soullessly with pitch black eyes. She gets up and runs away from the frame and into a pitch black room. She got tired of running, so she lays down and sobbed. Back outside her dream, her Unicorn plush doll is sitting there on her mirror dresser, and it starts glowing. In her dream, the pitch blackness starts to fade to a purple dreamy world. She stopped crying and looked around. Purple fluffy clouds are below her feet, and the sky is full of stars.

🎤: "Wh... what is this..?"

Suddenly, she heard a clip clops sounding like a horse behind her. She turns around to see a white and colorful unicorn with a sparkly cape and butterflies surrounding them. A silence between the two for a minute or two, then she sighed.

🎤: "Why would I deserve this place? All I did is to make things worse. I deserve nothing but becoming crumbs, not this. Everyone would be better off without me, Toxipop Cookie was right after all..."

She said as she sits down with tears flowing down. The unicorn sat down in front of her.

🎤: "I'm such a horrible cookie..!! I deserve to face the consequences of my existence..! Even though I wanted to go back to be young again..."

More tears keep streaming down. The Unicorn changes to their cookie form, and walked to her. Wiping her tears away and holding her hands gently.

🦄: "You don't have to feel this way, Choco Berry Cookie. And I know how you feel too."

They said in a gentle tone. She looked up to see the unicorn as their form of a cookie.

🎤: "W-what do you mean."

🦄: "You are such a wonderful cookie through the years of your hometown, the Hollyberry Kingdom. Your parents, your cousin, your fans, even you lover Licorice Cookie. They all love you, and everything you do for them. Even Licorice Cookie had the same problems like you do, and you knew how to show your love and kindness to him."

🎤: "Wait a minute... you're the plush I got from my birthday and came to life in my dreams, right?"

🦄: "Why yes, I am!"

They said as she starts to have a sudden realization.

🎤: "So you're... Cream Unicorn Cookie..!?"

🦄: "Yes, you do remember me!"

They quickly gave her a hug as she finally remembered them. She hugged back sobbing.

🦄: "Look at you, all grown up! I could've been more proud of you! The first time I saw you, I couldn't imagine how precious you were back then!"

They both break the hug holding both hands.

🦄: "Maybe someday when you start dreaming again, I'll take you to a place where you feel safe and happy, Cookieland.”

🎤: "Y-yeah, that's sounds nice."

She sniffled as they hand out her childhood blanket, and she wrapped the blanket around her body as they both lie down.

🦄: "Remember that your inner child will always love you no matter what. Don't end your life this way, and embrace the warmth and comfort of your childhood."

🎤: "Th-thank you, Cream Unicorn Cookie..."

They said as they both cuddled in each other's arms.

(Small time skip)

An hour has pasted til midnight, Pastel wake up to see Licorice Cookie waking her up all worried sick.

💀: "Pastel, w-wake up! Are you alright..?"

She can tell he's worried for her. She teared up and hugged him.

🎤: "*sniffle* L-Licorice Cookie..."

💀: "Hey, shh.. I'm here. Everything's okay now.. I'm so sorry that Toxipop Cookie made you feel this way, Pomegranate told me you've been hurt mentally."

Licorice knows what he learned from his beloved girlfriend, love and comfort. Pastel calmed down a bit.

💀: "Now, do you need anything? You've been crying so much, I could get you something to drink if you'd like."

Suddenly he noticed the unicorn plush doll sitting on her mirror dresser. He grabbed and hand it to her.

💀: "I think you need this, right."

🎤: "Mhm.."

She hugged the unicorn doll, then Licorice grabbed his baby blanket he's been keeping for some time, and wrapped it around her body. They both lay down on the bed cuddling.

💀: "I'll Stay With You Till The Break Of Dawn, okay? I love you, Pastel Techno Cookie."

🎤: "Okay, I love you too."

He kissed her forehead went to sleep with her in his arms cradling her. She thought to herself: "Cream Unicorn Cookie... I thank you for being here in my dreams with me. I never knew you were watching over me this entire time growing up. And at this age, I haven't felt so...

Little."

(P.S damn I'm getting so emotional writing this oneshot 🥹)

#cookie run #licorice cookie #cookie run oc #oc x canon #poison mushroom cookie #pomegranate cookie #angst #oneshot #mille feuille cookie #hurt comfort

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purplesurveys · 10 months

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Have you ever seen a fox in person? I have not.

Would you say you have a quiet mind or do you have a lot of thoughts? I dunno how to answer this...I feel like it’s always either one or the other. My mind can definitely race, but I can zone out quite often, too. I guess it depends on my disposition for the day. Heavier anxiety = busier thoughts.

When did you last do something brave? Earlier, I guess? I’m in Malaysia right now and I tried to venture out earlier all alone beyond the mall that we’ve been visiting the past two days...and doing that felt pretty brave. I circled back though once I realized there was nothing to discover anyway.

Have you ever seen a magician? Well, yes. Idk about other cultures but booking magicians is common in children’s birthday parties here, so I’ve seen my fair share of them.

What's something you remember from your childhood that you wish you could experience again? Falling asleep on any non-bed surface and being carried to your actual bed.

Do you believe in karma? Why or why not? I mean I don’t have a strong, spiritual dependency on it, but it’s always nice when people get their ass bitten back after they’ve been a horrible person.

Do you have a tiktok account? I do, but I rarely go on TikTok. Too Gen Z for my taste and I only keep the app for work purposes.

Do you prefer the scent or color of lavender? Scent.

Would you rather live in a castle or a cottage? I would pick the castle. I feel like previous versions of me would prefer the quietness of a cottage, but at this point in my life I feel like the silence would drive me crazy within the days.

What type of music do you listen to the least and why? Country and techno, if anything. They’re just not my type of music, especially country.

When did you last visit a library? I’m not sure. I was definitely in school, and it was before the pandemic...so anywhere around 2019 to super early 2020.

What's one of your favorite memories from staying up late? When I was active in the wrestling fandom 10 years ago, EVERYBOdy else was either from the US or UK; this meant I was the one who had to adjust for the most part to be able to keep up with the community and with news. That also meant stocking up and chugging cups of coffee from 10-11 PM to be able to be awake for my friends through the night...it was always worth it though. I was able to find an amazing group of friends at the time who waited til I got home from school (the same way I’d stay up for them) until the wrestlers that we stanned resigned/left WWE and we all kind of grew apart from there.

Have or would you ever wear a necklace with someone's initial on it? I don’t think I have, but it’s something I’m willing to do. Initials to me aren’t as bad as, like, a full name or self-portrait.

What last made you laugh out loud? I’m watching Run BTS while taking this.

Do you usually keep water by your bedside at night? I used to, but I grew out of the habit.

What's an interesting fact about yourself? I have not seen most Disney movies. Like I’m pretty sure the entirety of my Disney watch history has only been Pixar films; most else I haven’t seen.

What did you last heat up in a microwave? Some cheesy chicken dish my dad made a couple of weeks ago.

Would you consider yourself lucky? In very few aspects. It’s rarely a word I would use to describe my experiences. What kind of pizza did you eat last? The iconic cheese pizza from Habanero, which was worth every single hype post I ever saw talk about it. I still dream about that damned pizza to this day.

What kind of shampoo do you use? I use Dove usually, but currently I have a Palmolive bottle just because they have a BT21 collaboration and I wanted to try it hahahaha.

How many blue objects are in the room you're in? My luggage is blue.

Would you rather visit an art museum or an aquarium? Museum.

Do you prefer sweeter cereal over unsweetened? Sweeter.

If you could build a 5 artist/band lineup to your dream music festival.. which ones would you choose? BTS, Twice, Seventeen, Lee Youngji, Epik High. What's a habit you have broken or are currently trying to break? I’ve been trying not to stay up until 2-3 AM before a workday.

Have you ever volunteered at an animal shelter? I haven’t but that’s been on my mind for years now. I’ve just been too busy... :( Is there anything currently bothering you? Yeah...I’ve been on leave for like virtually two weeks now, and the amount of workload I’ve been leaving behind is stressful. This is on top of the fact that I have a new associate under me who’s been pretty clueless about what to do, so I’ve had to take portions of my leave to walk her hand through certain tasks; and then there’s also the anxiety of not being sure if she’s able to do the job right. Idk. It sucks. I’m in a sucky place mental-wise. I am extremely grateful for this leave and the two vacations I have taken (my first in seven years), but I also can’t wait for it to be OVER so I can finally be back on track and get rid of that exhausting catching-up feeling. How many stuffed animals do you have on your bed? Do the BT21 ones count as stuffed animals? I’ve got two - one Tata, one Koya.

How much is too much to spend on a pair of shoes? I would probably stop at anywhere over ₱30,000.

What's the strangest thing that you've ever seen someone collect? There are stranger collections I’m sure, but my mom likes to collect tissue papers from different establishments. They’re all unused ok so she’s not gross HAHA, but I think it’s both unique and endearing that she keeps a stash of tissues from like McDonald’s and Jollibee and Shakey’s and where-fucking-ever in the car.

Have you recently been to a concert? ARE YOU KIDDING. I went to see AGUST FUCKING D last Sunday in Bangkok. Bit of a nosebleed seat, but I COULD NOT CARE LESS. I was with Yoongi that night; and it was the one promise I made myself when I decided not to go the unaliving route when I discovered BTS two years ago. I sang and screamed and cheered like my life depended on it and between you and me I still feel like floating on air; I can’t believe my friends and I managed to make it happen.

Who did you last have a phone conversation with? Idk I don’t talk on the phone a lot.

What's the most dominant personality trait you have? I am sensitive.

Do you ever watch sports? Eh, just wrestling.

What's had the biggest impact on your day? The dude who hit on me while I was sitting at the park. That was a nice ego boost because nobody ever approaches me back in the Philippines LOL, but I wish it didn’t happen while I genuinely wanted to be alone. We don’t have any parks in the Philippines so I was Actually savoring my time there, so to that guy I shot down in record time, I’m sorry. Thank you for being nice about it though.

What's your least favorite cheese? I don’t think I’ve ever found a least favorite cheese. What did you last have as a snack? Some 7-Eleven sushi.

What's your favorite decoration in your place of residence? It’s more than just decoration, but seeing Kimi’s memorial box in the living room makes me smile every single day. I like that we have a way to keep him around.

Would you rather read a book or watch a movie? I’d pick the movie mostly because I am a lot pickier with books.

What's your plans for the upcoming week? Finish out my vacation here in Malaysia, then catch up on work starting Wednesday.

When did you last feel rushed? Last Sunday, after the concert. Bangkok concert culture is a bit different from Manila’s and security will clear out the inside and outside of the arena *as soon* as the artist walks off, so after Yoongi left the stage everything was pretty much a blur. We were being asked to leave every 10 seconds even though we were clearly rushing out, lol.

What was the last thing to scare you? I felt like some guy was following me earlier back at the mall, so I felt off and walked as briskly as I can.

Have you drank enough water today? Eh, probably not.

What's your top 3 favorite fruits? Avocado, and that’s it really.

What season do you think is the most comfortable? Neither.

What lie do you say the most? That I’m doing fine. It’s also the safest lie to go with so it’s whatever.

What website do you frequent often besides Bzoink? Twitter, YouTube, Facebook.

Do you have anything due soon? Nopes.

What did you last consume that you thought was nasty? I haven’t had anything bad in a while, actually!

What's a song you feel describes your mood most right now? Hectic by RM and Colde.

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burhouse · 2 years

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Fantastic thank u Gen

...BLUE!!

Cuddle ratings?

Blue: Oh this is hard >:T. I'll do my best! But chat I do have to tell you that this is just based off of what I've experienced! I can't exactly cuddle with everyone!

And I'm sure when... like when Johnathan cuddles with Milo it's different from when I have! I've also not exactly cuddled everyone, but if I haven't I'll tell you! (I'll make it a list so it's easier to read :P)

Casper - 69/10 (hehe) He's just so huggable! He fits in my arms perfectly and he is happy to hug and cuddle whenever! We cuddle in bed and in the kitchen and in the living room and when we walk around and it's so so nice :D I love him so much. <3

General - 8/10 He's like a firm pillow! Which can be both good and bad.

Ozy - 7/10 We don't get to much, I think he's too nervous! But we've had some very good affection sessions and I think he's just got to warm up to being cuddled!

Soot - 7/10 We agreed when we first arrived to be 'cool' with each other... well, after awhile. So... not often do I get to! But it's not been bad. He's always been very nice when we do get to.

Teufor - 9/10! Teufor is very sweet!! We spend a lot of time together talking and during hang outs we've often fell asleep on each other 'cause we talked all night. He can get a little stabby... luckily I can't feel it! But it can happen.

Tiptup - 10/10!! He will curl up in your lap like a cat! But he's a raccoon... oh well! It's very cute! He lets me ruffle his hair :3

God - 3/10 >:( He's taller than me. God isn't much of a cuddly guy outside of Tiptup... and maybe Edgar or Jared if they catch him on the right day. He does give decent-ish hugs.

Edgar - 2/10 To be fair I've never cuddled him but I've hugged him. I've hugged everyone at least once. He doesn't mind it much. It's like if you pet a cat too much and they get all squirmy and scratchy if you over do it. He doesn't often return it... but he tries? Sort of... Jared sleeps on him a lot so he's got to be comfortable.

Jared - 5/10 He's shown me a lot of video games and animals and movies! He wanted to show me his whole Animal Crossing island once and it was super cool and he sat in my lap while doing it! He's perfect head resting height, but we don't talk much let alone cuddle.

Pilot - 10/10! He tells stories :D. He's told me all about what Phil and Techno used to do back before I was born. Some stuff is a little upsetting, but then he talks about all the cool places he's been along with all his pet dogs and friends he's made. He got to see a dragon, how crazy is that? He says he still has the egg but he's not shown anyone. But he tells these and lets me cuddle into his side and he is very very nice!

Walter - 1/10 We've never really cuddled but he gives a good squeezing hug.

Milo - 7/10 We cuddle whenever we do arts and crafts that don't take a lot of moving or sharp things. He lets me braid his hair.

Johnathan - 1/10 We've never really cuddled but he's super duper warm! Even I can feel it. He pats my head when we hug :)

Aeronaut - 0/10 He scares me a little bit so we've never actually cuddled, and I've only been able to hug him a few times. I'm scared it'll freak him out or- or something will happen. I wish I could! And I would in a heartbeat I just don't want to upset him.

Agent - 4/10 We've cuddled once, and hugged a more. Hugging is a bit awkward 'cause of his big 'ol helmet. There's nowhere for your head to go other than bonk the helmet, but I'd never make him take it off! He likes it so much and it makes him feel so comfortable so it can stay! I think I'm indirectly responsible for it getting vandalized though...

Ishmael - 1/10 He's not the cuddling type, but if this were a rating on hugs he's 100/10. He'll hug you and lift you and they're very warm and enveloping :D Definition of bear or... dad hug? He's very nice. They last awhile too and he knows just when to give someone a hug and for me that is all the time!

Bec - 6/10 We don't cuddle too often but we watch movies together! He really likes movies and I do too and there's so many here in this world to watch :o. I've comforted him a few times. He's a really sweet guy and he's been through a lot. He doesn't like being called kid so- so I have to remind myself not to! But he reminds me a lot of Fundy... Oh, but not to end on a sad note! He gave me the biggest hug after I made this... small statue of what he described as 'the Dome', and we spent all night talking and I remember he fell asleep on my shoulder and I had to carry him to his room. He's very sweet.

Blue: Sorry this is so long chat! But I hope this suffices :D

#wilbur soot #ghostbur #sootbur #bursonas #burhouse #email incoming #long post

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fangedkate · 2 years

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This morning I just, cannot stop thinking about a dream I had over a year ago so I figure I can throw it here as maybe that will help it run it’s course, out of my skull

I was told, I’m the dream that I was dreaming. Pulled from my body, into another timeline as I slept. They said it was the “main” timeline, and I was part of an offshoot. I was one of the people who didn’t exist in the Main. My parents hadn’t ever met, so I was never born.

They had me on a space station, orbiting a big purple planet. They said it was where we lived now, didn’t give me a name but said earth had been “lost” ages ago. We were at war, with a species of aliens who could very briefly travel into the past, by minutes, rarely by hours. We had won battles, and lost many more.

They told me that I had been recruited, from another timeline. Experimental technology, and that I would use the time I spent asleep to fight for that night, to see if I was fit for the program.

They put me in a room, nicely furnished and told me I had roommates. I met all of them, although I can’t remember much about them. Probably because of how weird the room setups were. The beds were like jelly you could breathe in. Very comfortable. Shower water was bright yellow, and glowed for a second after it came out of the faucet before becoming clear.

The weirdest bit was they told me I wouldn’t need clothes, and handed me a jumpsuit. It was black, and almost like fluid in my hands. So after I took a shower, I put it on and it ended up being alive, or something similar. I remember screaming, and crying while it absorbed into my skin. It was scary, and it hurt really bad. Like it was eating me.

After a couple minutes it turned a bright, iridescent purple and it didn’t hurt anymore. I got up and went and looked in the mirror and it had replaced my skin. It had also fully transitioned me into how I had always looked in my head, and I sounded like I sound in my head. I could still feel things physically, and I still smelled like me. It just, I had glowing purple skin up to my neck now. It didn’t even look weird, just iridescent purple fabric.

They told me it was really well suited for me, and that everyone’s was a different color. Trans folk often were transitioned to what would be most comfortable for them, insecurities of cis folk would melt away into the suit, a lot of physical problems, disabilities and open wounds would heal, be cured, or have some sort of augment to negate them. The reasoning was “a happy soldier fights the hardest.”

Eventually I ended up meeting with the scientist who created the timeline yoinking technology, she called herself a shaman and she lived in the cafeteria, hovering in the center in a giant glass dome full of trees and plants, in her tree house. Thatch roof and everything.

She told me that I had been accepted into the program due to how fast my suit took hold, and that they were sure I’d be able to fight well. She told me they had decided to let me wake up, and go about my life to mature a bit mentally and that they would keep my body on ice once it reached peak physical form.

They said once they needed me that I’d lay down, fall asleep and wake up fully integrated into that reality, ready to go train, and fight their war for them. They said any family or pets, husband or wife would be brought with me, but they would not be required to fight. They were welcome to, but not forced.

So I think about it a lot, as stupid as it is. I’ve always liked to think of dreams as windows into other realities, as unlikely as that is. Interesting to think my time in this one, could be ticking down. To fight a war in a living techno-parasitic suit that made me hot as fuck.

It’s just, on my mind a lot. An incredibly interesting concept, and the experience itself stays in my head, kinda impossible to forget. I’ve fallen asleep many nights wondering if “tonight will be the night” as ridiculous as that is.

That’s all, o/

#dream #dreams #weird #parasitesuit #scifi

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cata-strophes · 3 years

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what do u mean theres no 4/4 content, its right there

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Hi! Could you do a request if the DSMP members and their pets meeting reader's husky-pit mix named Machina?

P.S.

Your writing is amazing! Keep it up!

Hallo, thank you for requesting!

The dog is pretty specific but I love husky's and mixed husky's so I'll do it u.u

Hope you enjoy <3

DSMP & pets reacting to your husky-pit mix, Machina

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle

Click here before requesting, please <3

❝ Dream ❞

I feel like Dream would befriend your dog pretty instantly

He has that kind of friendly nature, so Machina likes him

Patches on the other hand takes a while, cause she's a cat

But after some time she gets comfortable enough to fall asleep on Machina, which you and Dream found adorable

*insert many photo clicking noises*

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

George had a dog, and a cat, so he knows how to play with them

But for some reason I feel like Machina would just want to jump on George, for funzies

So big cuddling pile on the floor between you three

So the british man is crushed underneath your dog, but has no intention of getting up cause he's comfy and loves the warmth

❝ Sapnap ❞

Machina is not your dog anymore, it's now Sapnap's

He will hug the husky-pit mix and never let it go, his life depends on them now

Don't even try to pull Sapnap away, he will get pounty and sad

"Sap let go of my dog"

"OUR dog"

He's the type to get offended if the dog moves away lol

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

You and Bad are parents of two now :D

Machina and Rat started getting along pretty quickly

And you two love every little interaction they have, from barks to nose boops

Sometime you'll both switch dogs so you get to hang out with Rat while he gets Machina

❝ Skeppy ❞

You cannot tell me that Skeppy wouldn't go all "Oh but MY dog is better"

Which would start a whole debate between you two lol

In the mean time your dogs are playing in the backyard, while having the time oft hwir lives

Then when you go find them, they're just sleep-cuddling, and you put a truce to the "who's dog is better" thing

❝ Quackity ❞

I 100% think that Machina would be scared of Tiger. 100%.

Like they'd bark at the cat and the cats would retaliate and all of a sudden you have a dog hiding between your legs

Quackity has apologised many times for the things Tiger does to your dog

But after a few weeks they started to get comfortable with eachother

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

Karl would squish the shiz out of Machina

Man loves any kind of animal, so he would coo at your dog everytime he sees him

Machina steals your place in cuddling, cause Karl loves the warmth of the husky-pit mix

You fake being offended but join them anyway u.u

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

For some reason I see Wilbur being more of a cat person

But he doesn't mind Machina, cause they're pretty and adorable

Wilbur, for some reason, likes to play with the dogs ear. He just flaps them up and down for his own entertainment

❝ C!Philza ❞

Phil loves animals, any kind

So the second he sees your dog he's on his knees to give it all the love it deserves

You're just laughing on the side as the dog gets interested in Phil 's wings and starts to sniff and play with them

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

Man has a whole army of wolfs, so he knows how to treat Machina

Your dog also seems pretty fond of the piglin, they're always nuzzling their snout into Techno's hand

Machina also has fun playing with the other wolfs, who don't dare hurt your dog because of Techno

Steve and Carl are also very fascinated my Machina and love to play with them from time to time

❝ Nihachu ❞

Zuko seems like a pretty chill cat

So he wouldn't react a lot to Machina, but does enjoy the warm cuddles

Nihachu also likes your dog a lot and has fun playing with them whenever she visits you

❝ Eret ❞

Machina is very energetic around Goose, but the cat tries to play with them whenever it feels like it

Eret thinks that your dog is too energetic for his own good, but enjoys their company anyway

So while Machina is tackling Eret to the ground, you're in your little corner cuddling Goose

❝ Punz ❞

I feel like Punz would love to play with your dog

He plays a little rough with them, but Machina enjoys it anyway

Also you have found them cuddling on the couch many times

And Machina loves to steal Punz food, which is hilarious for you hehe

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

I feel like Machina and Athena would get along pretty well, they are of the same breed after all

They do get pretty loud tho

Bentley also joins from time to time in the chaos, but stays reserved most of the time

Foolish absolutely loves to be drowned with the three dogs and you enjoy seeing the man giggling away happily

❝ Awesamdude ❞

Sam would get along pretty well with Machina

Loves to pat them, cause their soft and warm

And Machina loves to lay themself on Sam's lap whenever he's sitting lol

❝ C!Slimecicle ❞

He at first doesn't understand what kind of creatures it is

But he likes to play with Machina

Even if the dog licks him

So technically he's licking slime...?

Idk how it would work :'D

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winged-deity · 3 years

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Hi, hope you're doing well! I loved reading your stories and imagines! The parents of the SMP one was my favorite. If you're accepting requests, I've had this idea where a visibly sleep-deprived reader starts to develop crazy eyebags and they're asked when was the last time they've slept, to which Y/N shrugs and says "Wednesday?" not even realizing it's already Monday and haven't slept in 5 days. I can imagine Phil saying "You little shit. Bed. Now" but I'd love to see how you'd interpret how the other parents would react if you're able to 🥰❤

Thank you for your request, and sorry for the wait!

Go the F**k to sleep!

Parental DSMP x Reader (platonic)

Technoblade

He would be coming home from either a training trip (or the prison, who knows), and after leaving you with our lovely forgetful grandpa aka Ph1lza f*cking Minecraft, he would very much find you doing through an allnighter for the fifth day in a row.

He would physically drag your ass to bed and force you to lay there and listen to him read about mythology until you'd finally fall asleep.

The next morning you'd wake up to the smell of tea and filling breakfast, at the dinner table you'd hear a lecture from Techno, stating how sleep is important and how you need to take better care of yourself.

"You better get the rest needed if you want to fight alongside me, kid"

Revivebur

As much as he seems like he doesn't give two shits about anything, but when he finds you almost falling asleep standing while cuddling his old sweater. He stops everything he's doing, doesn't matter if he's with Tommy, Ranboo, Quackity- you're his priority at that moment.

He will wrap his arms around you and make you look up at him, that's when he notices the dark bags under your eyes and finally ask the question "when was the last time you slept, kid?" and upon hearing your answer, he'll drag you all the way back to Pogtopia where you would have a quiet and peaceful time to rest.

He will lay your head on his lap and sing you songs (the l'manburg anthem as well if you're lucky) until you eventually fall asleep.

"You need to take better care of yourself, even if I'm back- i won't always be here to take care of you"

Awesamdude

he would honestly be struggling with sleep just as much as you since he'd spend most of his time at the prison meaning he didn't have much time to take care of himself, never mind you.

But one day when he finally got home earlier, a day off in mind. He would find you downing your god knows how many eth cup of coffee, dark circles finding their home under your eyes.

"I'm home-.." he would have announced tiredly, but upon seeing your even worse state, he would be right by your side in the blink of an eye. Ushering you to bed, reading to you just like he used to when you were younger.

"Guess we need to look out for each other, My little buttercup"

Jschlatt

During the Manburg era, your father was obviously very busy, being the president and all, you were mostly taken care of by Quackity.

But the one time he retreats from his office early, he'll finally notice how sleep-deprived you look, sitting you down and surprisingly enough having an actual talk with you.

"Hey kiddo, haven't you been sleeping?" he then gets to hear all about your all-nighters and overall lack of rest.

He then drags you to his kingsized bed, laying you down and slowly humming to you while filling out paperwork until you fall asleep, he would continue to do so every night until he's sure you're taking better care of yourself.

"You don't need to keep yourself from resting, pops is here to look over you"

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Hopefully, this is to your liking! I had to ask help from my beloved since I was completely head empty no thoughts upon starting to write this lol.

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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mother, father, and everything else ↠

↠ platonic!c!tommyinnit x older sister!reader ; fluff , angst

↠ masterlist

↠ a companion piece to a sister’s sacrifice inspired by this tiktok

“Tommy, come on,” you call.

You pull your youngest brother’s attention away from the strings of the apron he got distracted by. He toddles over to you as quickly as he can, reaching up and asking to be picked up silently. He started walking early and go the hang of it quite quickly. However, in talking he’s a bit of a late bloomer, nearing fifteen months but yet to say his first words.

You lift Tommy up into your arms, carrying him out the back door and into the backyard. You set him down to play in the grass where you can keep an eye on him then walk over to the array of clotheslines strung up across the yard, beginning to hang up laundry.

Wilbur is off playing with Niki as usual. He’ll likely return covered in dirt and grass stains, maybe with a captured insect or stories of a new, made up kingdom he’d been ruler of that day. Phil is still out with Techno; they’ve been gone for a while now, but that’s nothing new.

You’ve hung up a pair of Wilbur’s pants and two of Tommy’s shirts when you notice Tommy crouched beside the basket full of wet clothes. He reaches inside and pulls out a sock, squeezing it curiously.

“Do you want to help, Tommy?”

Tommy looks up at you, blue eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He nods his head once.

You giggle and ruffle his hair, “Alright, c’mere.”

You lift Tommy up again, resting him on your hip as you grab a clothespin with your free hand. You slip it over the clothesline.

“Put the top of the sock in the pin,” you tell him.

He struggles a bit, little hands still uncoordinated at his young age. He does eventually position the sock where you can close the pin on it and leave it to hang.

“Wow, good job, buddy!” you say.

You wrap him in a hug and spin around, shrieking laughter falling from his mouth at both your actions and your praise. You set him down and kneel down to be at eye level with him.

“You’re my official laundry assistant,” you say seriously. “Can you hand me clothes to hang up?”

Tommy nods eagerly and toddles over to the basket of wet clothes, grabbing a shirt from the top of the pile. He holds it above his head as he runs back over to you, holding it out.

“Good job, Tommy! We’re quite the team, you and I.”

Together, you and Tommy slowly hang the rest of the clothes up. Tommy eventually gets bored and goes off to pick dandelions and pull off their petals, leaving you to finish the chore, not that you mind. When you’re finished, you call Tommy over to get in the basket, carrying him and the leftover clothespin back inside.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name pulls you to a stop, turning to see who yelled for you. Tommy grabs onto your pant leg for balance, stopping as well. You find Puffy waving at you, hurrying over to you with her little boy Dream at her side.

“Hi, Puffy,” you say. “Hi, Dream.”

“Hi,” Dream says in a small voice.

“Tommy, can you say hi?” you ask the young boy clinging to your hand.

He’s chewing on his thumbnail, looking up at Puffy warily before hiding his face in your leg.

“Guess not,” you laugh.

“How are you, Y/N? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Puffy says.

“I’m good,” you answer. “Just getting some dinner for tonight.”

“Still the household cook, I see.”

“And just about everything else.”

You laugh and Puffy joins you, but you can tell that wasn’t a joke that went over her head. It’s no joke that you are mother and father to your younger siblings, as well as everything else. Your dad is gone too often; Wilbur doesn’t even call your father “dad,” he calls him Phil.

“Where’s your dad?” Puffy asks.

You shrug, “Around.”

“When’s the last time you saw him?”

You hesitate for too long, distracted as you attempt to remember the last time Phil came home.

“That hardly matters,” you brush off, “He’s busy doing important stuff and I can look after Wilbur and Tommy myself anyway.”

The look of concern on Puffy’s face is not missed by you. You do, however, elect to ignore it.

Dream tugs on Puffy’s sleeve, “Mom.”

“Yeah, buddy?” Puffy asks, leaning down.

Dream points into the market, where you see Sapnap with his father and his friend George.

“Go say hi, but don’t wander too far,” Puffy tells Dream.

When she turns back to you, keeping one eye on her son, you say, “I’ve gotta head home. Need to make dinner and all that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Puffy says. “I’m here if you ever need help. Or someone to talk to. Or... anything really.”

“Thanks, Puffy.”

You don’t notice at your side, Tommy trying to form the word that Dream used that so quickly got his mother’s attention.

“Look after yourself, Y/N.”

“I am.” You always have.

With a wave, you turn and head back home, Tommy walking slowly beside you. The walk from the market to your house takes about fifteen minutes and you end up carrying Tommy for most of it to speed things up.

When you arrive home, you find Wilbur and Niki sat in the front yard playing a hand clapping game. They stop when they spot you, jumping up and running to come meet you as you walk up the front path.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Wilbur shouts your names repeatedly.

“Will! Will! Will!” you mimic.

“Can I spend the night at Niki’s?” Wilbur asks.

You like Niki. She’s sweet and a good influence for Wilbur.

“Uhm, as long as her parents are alright with it,” you say, doing your best to sound like a grown up despite only being sixteen.

“We’ve already talked to them,” Niki tells you.

“Alright, then,” you concede. “Behave while you’re there.”

“I will, Y/N!” Wilbur says, running off with Niki.

You watch them go for a few moments until you’re reminded of the toddler sitting on your hip. Tommy squirms around, wanting down. You set him on the ground and walk with him inside.

You set him up with some paper and crayons at the kitchen table. You sit across from him, watching as he carefully looks over his color options before choosing the red crayon.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, bud,” you muse.

You pet Tommy’s hair before you stand, moving to start on dinner. You season meat and chop potatoes, humming to yourself and keeping an eye on Tommy. Thankfully, your youngest brother isn’t a picky eater, which makes meals a lot easier than they could be, especially since he’s been in the solid foods stage for a while now.

The rest of the night is fairly quiet. You and Tommy eat dinner then you do the dishes while he waddles around the living room and plays with some of his toys. You can hear him experimenting with running, his footfalls surprisingly loud for such a small human. You hear him fall, as well, but without any crying then the return of his heavy footsteps, you don’t go to check on him.

You start composing your next shopping list and check the calendar for any upcoming events. There’s a festival next week that you’re meant to chaperone Wilbur and his friends at. Maybe you can team up with Puffy so Tommy can play with Tubbo, and Dream can join Wilbur. You’ll ask her tomorrow.

You hear Tommy enter the kitchen. He waddles over to where you sit at the table and crawls into your lap. He grabs your free hand and starts playing with your fingers as you continue writing down what you’ll need for your bigger grocery run in a few days.

“Mom.”

You freeze.

What?

“Mom.”

You look down at Tommy.

He looks up at you, “Mom.”

“N-No...,” you say weakly.

“Mom.”

“No, I’m not your mom.”

“Mom.”

“No...”

“Mom!” Tommy says happily. “Mom mom mom!”

“Okay, okay,” you say shakily, putting a hand gently over your little brother’s mouth to get him to stop. “Okay, good job.”

Your vision’s blurry. You want to cry. Your chest hurts. But right now, Tommy’s said his first word.

“Good job,” you repeat.

You pull Tommy into a hug and wipe at your eyes behind his back.

Tommy rests his little cheek on your shoulder, already tired but quickly drifting off to sleep in your warm embrace, “Mom...”

“Shhh,” you say, voice weak.

Tommy goes limp, asleep in your arms. As your tears begin to fall, you make sure not to let your sobs move you. How has this happened? Mom. No. You’re not a mother. Except you are. In every way that matters, you are Tommy’s mother. You’ve raised him ever since Phil brought him home that day.

You wish your family was normal. As normal as a family of four adopted children, a single father, and a non-biological uncle could be. You wish your dad was home more. You wish you didn’t have to be the only parental figure Tommy has ever known. It’s to the point he calls you mom. How could Phil let it get to this? How could he care so little?

You just want to have a normal family with parents who are adults and kids who are allowed to be children. You did not get to be a child, but Wilbur and Tommy will. You will always be there for them. You promise. You will give them what you had taken from you. Hatred for your father burns in your chest but it’s quickly snuffed out, doused by nostalgia that longs for a childhood you never had.

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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THE FUCKIN YANDERE GODS OMFG AWOOGA YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE FIC IS GOOD AS HELL!!!!

Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered

Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please.

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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random technoblade dating hcs

+ reminder! you might not at all have the same interests as the ‘y/n’ in this hc, but this is just based off the type of person I imagine techno would have really good chemistry with. interests, actions, outlook on life etc.

song recommendation: sparks - coldplay

he loooves recommending books to you

especially the ones that mean the most to him

like, ones from his childhood that he still reads to this day

you reccommed books to each other literally all the time

and when you read them, you ‘go your separate ways’

like, sitting in your own corner of the couch

note: I also headcannon techno with a small man bun and glasses sitting under a blanket- it’s just too perfect

and when you’re done you cuddle up together

and then talk for hours about every thought you had about the books you read

you two also drink a looot of tea

I’m surprised you don't have to pee every 2 minutes

techno is really really good at feedback

he might've dropped out of college, but he was still an english major

it’s just in his nature to criticise something he’s suggested to you and likes himself

this might come as a little bit of a surprise, but techno loves it when you cook together

I could imagine that he’s the type to say “I’m really not that good at cooking” but then is actually extremely good at it

to him cooking is just a stress reliever - something to get his mind off of things

and then when it’s with you, it’s even better

you could definitely plead him into wearing a “kiss the chef” apron

and even if he groans about hating it, he secretly has a soft spot for how giggly you get when you see him giving in to wearing it

he adores forehead kisses

there’s just something about your forehead that makes him wanna kiss it

even if you're literally doing nothing

zoning out mid-conversation with someone else? forehead kiss

so focused on doing something to a perfect extent? forehead kiss

so tired that you can barely even keep your eyes open, actual drool falling from your mouth? forehead kiss

let’s just say; if he’s not kissing your forehead within 2 hours of being with you, something’s wrong

speaking of kisses; he enjoys them more when they’re not on your lips

it’s an underrated preference of his, but it really shows in the way he shows affection

he’s always kissing your hand, shoulder, cheek, forehead - anywhere where there’s access to your skin tbh

and does it with such tenderness and so much softness

he also tends to slowly caress your arm or leg while cuddling

sometimes without even noticing

he’d be teasing you so often

but the things he teases you about are actually the things he find so special about you and really likes about you

he really likes learning new things from you

and then picking up on some of your habits

it’s just another thing to remind him of how head over heels for you he actually is

when he really needs comfort, holding his hand or engulfing him in your arms is the way to go

doesn't matter it you're silent or not while doing it - it helps him feel so so much better either way

and he does the exact same with you

maybe even brushing his hand though your hair while gently hushing you

and reminds you that you don't have to talk if you don't want to and is just super sweet

he’s a lot better at handling other people’s emotions than he thinks

and gives really good advice afterwards

he really appreciates it when you take care of him

like bringing him food while he’s busy with something else because it’s getting late and you just know he’ll forget

or when you remind him that everything doesn't have to be perfect and done all at once

and when you silently sling a scarf around his neck because it’s, like, one degree colder than yesterday

and he can never forget the countless of times where you give him that smile

the one that makes him forget about all of his problems and only think about you, you, you

the one that reminds him that you love him and are always there for him

you two have started an ongoing thing without even noticing, which is sharing a glass of wine together over a nice homemade dinner on a friday evening, binge-watching movies that you both find nostalgic or memorable in some way and just enjoying each other’s company

and it’s really nice ;(

you force him out of the house when it’s been literal weeks since he’s seen the sun shine

and go for short walks to random places

I feel like he’d really enjoy showing you the places he used to roam

his old college for example

even though he dropped out - he still has a lot of memories from there that he’d love to tell you about

he’s kind of like your local tour guide - though he’s only telling you stories about himself

which just makes it even better

when in crowded places, he always has a protective hand on your back

it’s just a natural reflex at this point

if he knows you’ll be walking alone in the dark, he makes sure you always call him

so you won't be completely “alone”

or he’ll just pick you up himself if you're far away from home

techno spoils you so much, too

and even when you tell him to stop, it’s hard for him to

he just wants to do anything to make you happy

you’d book a cabin once in a while

for just the two of you

for occasions where everything around you can seem a little too loud

and it’s always suuuper cozy

you guys always help each other fall asleep

you basically just talk until you're both too tired to do it anymore

and he’ll always make sure you're snuggled up nicely in his arms before dozing off :)

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strawberry-fields-things · 2 years

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▸ SIMPLER SOLUTIONS

pairing: platonic!htmf!techno x fem!reader ; platonic!htmf!tommy x fem! reader

series masterlist | event guidelines | event masterlist

PROMPT: #5: letting them braid your hair.

TIMELINE: set somewhere between the events of chapter 1 and chapter 2

WORD COUNT: i’ll add it tomorrow though it’s probably 2k-ish

NOTE: this one goes to you 🌟 anon <3

Your phone strikes eleven when you wake up.

The blue light makes you narrow your eyes, e/c still tired with the sands of sleep. Some might say eleven pm is a strange time to be waking up at— and, sure, you agree. Except today you had collapsed onto your bed at five in the afternoon, so having a full six hours of sleep is the most you’ve gotten all week.

Yeah, you’ve got an unhealthy sleep schedule, sue me. It’s one of the consequences of being a part-time college student and a part-time vigilante.

You find it odd that neither of your siblings had chosen to wake you up for patrol— or just, y’know, wake you up by accident. After all, it’s a Friday, you would’ve expected them to—

Oh.

You stare at your screen with furrowed brows.

Not Friday. Saturday.

You straighten, now sitting with crisscrossed legs. You rub your eyes awake with the palm of your hand, sight still bleary.

Just how long have you been asleep?

You blink once. Twice. Your limbs still feel sore, your eyes hurt, your mouth feels dry, and your body feels —to put it simply— overall uncomfortable.

This is why you don’t take naps to begin with.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the mixed sensation of hot and cold from your body— to no avail. With an exhale, you move aside your covers and stand up, stretching your limbs.

You’re not gonna be able to fall asleep now that you’re awake. Might as well do something, right?

You open your door, careful not to wake Wilbur, who is known to be a light sleeper — and that also happens to share a wall with you.

( If he even is in his room right now— which odds are that he isn’t. )

Your hand is reaching for the railing, already heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water when you catch a glimpse of a shifting shadow.

It’s minuscule, barely even noticeable, but it’s enough to make you do a double take. As it happens, there is no shadow— rather, a bathroom light that someone forgot to turn off.

You exhale tiredly— after all, you’ve had the same conversation with Tommy one too many times. ‘Cause the kid doesn’t seem to grasp the concept that, yes, he can turn on a lightbulb with his powers, but the electric company will still charge them if he doesn’t turn it off.

Your steps are clumsy when you reach the bathroom, hand already on the light switch, when your e/c eyes are met with a pair of brown.

You furrow your brows. “Techno?” You begin as soon as his presence registers in your weary mind. “What’re you doing—” Your eyes flick down to his hands, to his gaze, and then back to his hands. “…With a knife. In our bathroom. In the middle of the night?”

You can tell he only recently got out of his gear, meaning he has yet to go to sleep for the night. You lean against the door frame, watching as he bites down a comb while bringing one of his blades closer to a handful of pink hair.

He meets your gaze evenly before he goes back to staring at the mirror. “I’m cuttin’ my hair.”

Those four mumbled words are enough to wake you up, and it even takes you a few minutes to figure out if he’s being serious. “You know we own scissors.” You state, watching as he adjust his grip on his dagger. He merely raises an unimpressed brow. “Or you could wait until tomorrow? Y’know, when you’re not tired and making impulsive decisions you’ll regret in the morning?”

He shakes his head, comb still between his teeth. “I can’t stand it.”

“Stand what?”

He sets the comb down on the sink. “My hair.” Techno states, jaw ticking. “It’s always gettin’ on my face and it’s past the point of being a mild annoyance.”

Your eyes subconsciously drift to his pink hair. It is long— for his standards, at least. You bite the inside of your cheek, pursing your lips. “But I like your hair.” A humorless scoff escapes Techno’s lips. “Alright, how about—” your eyes flick down to his hand. “how about you put the knife down and I give you a hand?”

Techno rolls his eyes, turning back to the mirror. “I’m chopping it off whether you like it or not.” A light ‘tch’ leaves his throat. He offers you a glance. “I don’t know how you deal with it.”

You fold your arms over your chest. Leaning your head against the doorframe, the corner of your lip twitches upward into an easy smile. “It’s ‘cause I’ve adapted. Evolved, some might say.” You pause, considering it for a moment. “And I’ve got more than just one old hair tie.” Techno shoots you a look, to which you tilt your head towards the living room. “C’mon.”

Reluctantly, ( dragging a kid to the dentist type reluctance ) Techno follows your steps, slumping onto the couch with a huff. You can see the lack of sleep in his expression, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a twinge of guilt at the sight. Evidently, he hasn’t been getting as much sleep as the rest of you have. It’s ‘cause I got better stamina, he’ll say, like a liar. Because you all know just how far he’s always pushing himself. Acting like he’s got something to make up for— even when you’ve all told him he doesn’t.

“Okay, what?” Your brother asks, exasperated. You blink a few times to snap you out of your daze before offering a smile.

“Sit here.” You palm his shoulders. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

Techno raises his brow at you, watching as you head back to your room. The man exhales loudly, slumping against the couch as he pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s on him, he guesses. He could’ve been more silent and avoid waking you up altogether. Maybe then he would’ve already cut his hair off and headed to the basement to train.

“Techno?”

The man in question raises his head, only to be met by Tommy’s oddly awake frame. He stands awkwardly in the hallway, wearing a blue pajamas and a bowl of popcorn cradled between his hands. The curly haired blond reaches to take off one of his earbuds before quirking a brow. “What’re you doing here?”

Techno lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Waiting.”

Tommy frowns. “For what?”

“Alright.” You finally come back, before turning to see yet another member of the family who should be sleeping. “Oh, hi Tommy.”

Tommy looks down to see hair ties and hairbrushes lying inside a dimly glowing shield between your arms. His eyes flick back up to meet your gaze. “…hi.” He clears his throat. “Uh, what’s going on?”

The shield —now functioning as more of a bowl— glides over to the couch, landing besides Techno. You turn to Tommy, and offering a close-lipped smile, you say, “I’m braiding Techno’s hair.”

Techno straightens at that, lips twisting to complain. “Like hell—”

“You are?” Tommy asks, voice oddly light— without that mischievous edge it always seems to carry. “Can I join?”

Techno shakes his head with a scoff. “Absolutely not.”

You wave him off, handing Tommy a few hair ties and gesturing the couch. “Take a seat.”

Techno sinks deeper into the cushions as Tommy takes a seat by the floor. How is it that one goes from a feared and respected vigilante to playing hair salon with your siblings?

My, my, someone’s fallen off, huh? A voice mocks inside his head, making him sink back down. He’s slacking when he should be training. After all, Blaze nearly caught up with him today. Blaze, of all people. He needs to go back to training, to make sure he doesn’t—

“Could you relax a little?” He hears you chastise, and only now registers that you’ve sat crisscrossed next to him. It should be a red flag, considering he’s got enhanced hearing, but he —surprisingly— doesn’t dwell on it. You roll your eyes, reaching for one of the brushes while gently holding a handful of Techno’s hair. “I’m not gonna try and stab you.”

Techno remains unmoving, back as stiff as wire waiting for you to start, before he hears you sigh. “Can you turn?” He raises a brow. “What? I don’t want to pull your hair.”

“Hey, um,” Tommy starts, popcorn bowl tucked between his legs as he mimics your stance. “Can I braid your hair?” He licks his lips, leaning against his palm. “Y’know, in the meantime?”

As you turn your head to look at Tommy, you notice that —much like Techno— his hair is also overgrown. Curls atop curls, most of which tend to cover his eyesight if he doesn’t brush them back. It makes sense— you think, and like a lightbulb being flicked on, you realize. Of course they have long hair— after all, they were never the ones to cut it.

A fleeting yet acrid feeling curls around your throat. You suppose Phil is in no condition to cut their hair now, is he?

From where Techno sits, he only hears a moment of silence before you answer,

“I don’t see why not.” It’s the hazy state you’re in, he thinks, because there’s no way in a million years you would let Tommy play with your hair. Not after what happened when you were younger.

Techno rolls his shoulders, before gruffly adding. “I can think of a reason. Or three.”

Tommy shakes his head, clambering onto the sofa with a matching scoff. “Quit whining.” He mutters.

He hears you stifle a laugh at that, making him straighten. You look like a child, that same voice mocks in his mind. He grumbles in response, but can’t bring himself to deny it.

Techno feels as you once again reach for a handful of his hair, hairbrush in hand, and all he can think is let this be over quickly. His whole body halts for a second —despite him trying to downplay it as disinterest— awaiting the moment when you start pulling at his hair until his scalp feels sore. He feels as you start running your hairbrush down his pink hair, and instead finds himself feeling… relaxed.

Techno furrows his brows, feeling as you gently run the hairbrush down his long hair, making sure not to pull when you encounter a few knots. It’s… soothing, in a way. Oddly easing. The stiffness of his back slowly starts to lessen, head almost leaning closer to the hairbrush.

He relishes in the silence for a few moments, feeling as his eyelids slowly start to become heavier. It feels good— not that he’d ever say it to either of you. And so he remains, still sitting straight but with his shoulders dropped and his eyes closed. He even feels his thoughts start to grow slower, less agitated, less frustrated.

“Aand we’re done.” You murmur with a soft smile, using one of your hair ties to finish the braid.

Techno would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed.

You flick the pink braid over his shoulder. “It’s easier to handle your hair when it’s braided, you know.” You say, watching as he turns to face both you and Tommy. You offer a shrug. “Feels like less to deal with.”

Techno’s fingers reach upward to retrace the pattern in his hair, before quickly letting it go. Your e/c meet with his brown, and he clears his throat.

“Thanks.” He mumbles gruffly. Then, his gaze drifts over to the blond, who just so happens to have finished braiding your hair. Techno quirks a brow. “Since when do you know how to braid?”

Tommy raises an unimpressed brow, earbud still hanging from his ear. “I picked it up. Somewhere.” Tommy stammers, not so discretely trying to hide from his older brother’s gaze behind your frame.

Techno tilts his head ever so slightly. “Right.” He waits a beat. Two. Three. Then, he shoots a quick glance to the now only closed door in their second floor. “…So is Wilbur the only one actually sleeping in this house?”

You frown for a moment, before clicking your tongue with a shrug. “Yeah, looks like it.”

“Huh.”

ADDITIONAL NOTES: finally!!! htmf!techno content!!! i’ve been rereading the chapters i’ve posted so far and i was surprised to see the lack of brother techno content :/ so!!! here it is!!!

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ignoring is bliss 〚technoblade〛

in which [reader] struggles with her lover's inconsequent affection, and a good talk is unfortunately inevitable; the silent treatment has never worked well with techno.

"I don't know what you want me to say." His back had still been turned towards me at this point, the rake heavy in my hands as I tried using it to steady myself in the muddy stable. He kept loading dirty plucks of hay onto his pitchfork, the thinly lined buttoned shirt he was wearing easily letting his back muscles shine through.

I stood silently behind him, deliberating my words thoroughly. I hated when he acted like this, I absolutely despised him. He was one of the smartest men I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, however, the second things went sideways conversation-wise he always played it painfully personally. He would start correcting my grammar or suggest synonyms for otherwise satisfactory sentences. "I don't either."

"I guess that marks the end of this conversation." He turned around to dump his gathered muck in the makeshift wheelbarrow Phil had built us. His face was hard, his brows furrowed and his features lax. He seemed indifferent, his attitude scaring me to pieces.

"Tech, please." I tried, putting one of my hands up to gesture for him to stop walking. He was now barely lifting the barrow from the ground, ready to head off to the dump. He huffed, his eyes meeting the floor as he put the wagon down. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"I'm sorry," I muttered softly.

He ducked to grip his hands around the handles again, lifting it from the ground. His knuckles were white where they held onto the leather-covered grips. "Speak up."

"I want to have a conversation with you, okay? Stop acting so fucking stuck up and talk to me." His shoulder brushed past mine as he exited the stables, my voice was high in emotions, definitely on the verge of breaking with desperation.

He snorted. "I'll listen to whatever you have to say when you've calmed down."

"He won't talk to me, Phil." I groaned almost obnoxiously loud, taking a sip of water to wash down both my dinner and my agitation. "You know how he gets."

"All pissy? Tell me about it." He chuckled softly, his forearm shielding his bowl from my sight. He shoveled another spoonful of beef stew into his mouth. Phil and I had never been extraordinarily close, he reckoned Techno and me to be undeserving of each other. A terrible pair. And perhaps we were, at times like this I couldn't help but doubt whether or not we truly were the destined lovers we often thought ourselves to be. "I'll bring him some food later."

I laughed at him, a father at heart. A father to anyone but his actual sons, really. A playful grin on my lips, "You're an enabler, Phil."

That night I crawled into an empty bed. One I hadn't even doubted would be just that; empty. He was weak like that, he'd do anything to avoid conflict. Whether that was because he was afraid of what his blinding rage fits would conjure, or whether he was just an impotent coward. Someone who didn't know how to act around uncertainty and immorality and thus resorted to blaming everything on his treacherous temper.

The sheets still smelled of him, I held them to my nose.

There was no reason for us to fight, I hadn't meant to start one. I simply wanted him to realize how different he acted towards me when surrounded by any crowd. He acted so distant it made me doubt not only us, but myself. My heart ached anytime he pulled his hand away from where I tried leaving him a subtle touch. My skin crawled when he no longer referred to me by the mild, but unmissably warm names he had for me.

However, nothing would ever hurt me as much as meeting his eyes in a room of our friends and seeing the love seep from his irises. Physically witnessing his affection turn into nothing short of mere acquaintance.

Everyone knew us. There was no reason for him to act so cold, so distant. Though, I also recognized that perhaps there was an underlying reason. One I simply hadn't thought of, or perhaps one that I couldn't ever imagine. One that he had retained from his troublesome past.

The thing is, it hurt me to think he didn't trust me enough with his reasoning. That he didn't want to tell me about his thoughts. I'd been extremely careful and meticulous with any information he'd granted me, I was sure to never let what he told me change my opinion of him. I vowed to never look at him any different.

So, why could he not promise me the same?

There was no point in pushing myself from my sheets the next morning. I knew how long his episodes usually lasted, I wouldn't even have to try talking to him for at least two more days. Normally, I'd try, though. I'd sit in the grass right next to where he was working outside, just talking to him about anything and everything I could think of. Back then I thought for his silence to mean confusion, I thought his swirling mind simply needed a break. That a distraction would do him good.

I sat in the barely-molten grass for hours, never getting a reply.

His smell was constricting my airways slowly, every inhale making it harder and harder to breathe. What if Phil was right, what if he truly didn't love me, or not anymore at least? What if it was all an act to have a warm body to fall asleep next to, to have an extra set of hands around the cottage.

I kicked at the sheets, desperate to get them away from me, to get them from clinging to my sweaty body. I only tangled my legs further into the mess. The bed creaked loudly against the wooden floor of the attic, a gust of wind running through a small gap in the roof.

I shot up, finally being able to rid my body of the sheets. I huffed a few times, the annoyance getting the better of me. I slung my legs over the side of the bed, now just sitting on the wooden frame, letting my eyes wander over the walls. The pictures of us that were tightly tacked to the planks, photos of our favorite pets and our best of friends. Photos of us with Phil and Tommy, and even a stray photo of me and Wilbur, back when we were kids.

My gaze found its way towards the singular window behind our bed, the only one of two walls that weren't entirely slanted. His red robe stood out like a sore thumb in the feeble blanket of slushy snow that had been slowly accumulating over the course of the night. Summer was officially over once again, and the cold would soon make it so we could no longer afford to sleep alone.

He rarely wore his robe outside of special occasions, he usually would simply opt for one of his brown ones. One was trimmed with a thick deer fur, the leather on it sure to keep all frost out. The other one was his summer one, the more dirty one of the two. It was always stained with blood, since it would also be the one he went hunting with. He disliked hunting in the winter, the harsh winds and easily discernible prints made it no fun, according to him. He stacked up during the summer, drying his meats to allow them to be kept safe for months, if not years.

But now he was wearing his red robe, lined with the finest of polar bear fur. The one that had the special compartments for his potions, and the one I had sown a totem into. For good luck. He rarely wore it for any occasion but war.

He pushed himself from the ground, turning around swiftly; the velocity making his cape whisk dramatically up in the wind. His eyes seemed fixated on the ground until they unwarrantedly shot up to the window I was sitting at. Any other day, I would've averted my gaze. Not now. He knew I was staring, and he was allowed to know so. I held my eyes on him until his feet carried him out of sight, into the house. I sighed softly, I felt entirely forlorn without him, without his caring hands and loving eyes. I let myself fall back into the bed, cuddling the sheets once again as I curled away from the entrance. I reckoned he would have to change out of his robe soon, and I didn't want to face him when he did.

I heard the front door slam, and as predicted the rungs of the many ladders soon creaked in his hold. The worn, practically ancient, trapdoor was pushed ajar behind me. I couldn't be bothered to turn to meet his eyes. However, instead of quietly changing out of his clothes, I felt the bed dip. He sat on the side of it, much alike to how I had found myself just minutes before.

"I don't like feeling weak." His voice was rougher than usual, it kept its usual monotone aura, but for some reason, it felt more emotional than ever before. He cleared his throat as if to try and mask it, to no avail, "I don't love you any less."

I shifted in the bed, though, he quickly stopped me, "Don't look at me, that just makes it harder."

I obliged. He let out a trembling sigh, taking his sweet time to deliberate his next words, "Sometimes we are outside together and I'm afraid that when they see how much I care about you, they will realize that you make me weak." I stared at the wall, still curled into the blankets. I wanted nothing more than to hold his face, look at him as he spoke. Instead, I had to make do with the pictures of his face plastered on the wood. His pointy, flappy ears and peaked nose. The two sharp-looking fangs set in the corners of his lips, ones that seemed to disappear when he smiled. He didn't like smiling for pictures, I didn't have a single one of the two of us together where he smiled. The only ones that showed his beautiful pearly whites were the ones that had me behind the camera, something I only then realized might've not been a coincidence.

"It scares me to think they could hurt you for loving me, that's why I don't like holding your hand in town." I shot a quick look over my shoulder, his back was slouched over, his head in his hands with his elbows propped on his knees. He wasn't crying, he simply seemed lost."I never realized that what scares me even more is the idea of you not loving me at all."

I slowly crept from under the sheets as his words fell silent. I crawled over towards where he was sat, near the foot-end of the bed. I took one of his hands from where he had rested his face on it and pulled it out of the way.

I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling my body into his. I draped my legs over his lap as I held him. His built arms felt tender against my exposed back, however, he held me tight. He squeezed softly as another quivering breath escaped his lips. We sat in embrace for a while.

"That's all I asked for, Tech." I smiled into his neck. "I just wanted to talk, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"Shut up." He playfully tried pushing me away from his torso, underestimating the power of my cling. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

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and i'd give up forever to touch you

chapter sixteen. a haze, a brief moment of clarity

Summary: Will goes into the office for some work done and you know, when Tommy is being a little shit, what can you do except for home?

ao3 link. ~3k words. masterlist.

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it's ten minutes into the weekend morning, and he can hear tommy shouting obscenities at his television. it’s then the shouting got closer, and his mind rushed to his computer which had dangerously turned on and his luck turned for the worse.

you're changing in front of the camera, so close the image is clear and you're not hurrying the fuck up. you're taking your sweet time- and the door swings up, the image of your naked torso burned into his retinas he finds himself staring at his younger brother with his computer held tight to his chest.

such a questionable sight and it’s no wonder his brother is screaming, slamming the door behind him. he sighs, head leaning back into his pillows and body sinking back into the mattress.

“if you’re done masturbating yet, i’m starving!” that’s all will needs to launch himself out of bed on a murder mission. he did not need this on a saturday morning. he follows the sound of tommy’s footsteps and echoing cackles, and finds himself bare-chested and shivering in his kitchen while tommy is casually plating eggs and taking two pieces of toasts and just-

he made breakfast.

his shoulders sag as tommy hands him a plate, a smile full of energy and probably two cans of monsters. he stands in the kitchen for a moment before following him to the couch, watching a cooking show as they compete or something like that, he wasn’t too sure.

stabbing some eggs with his spoon, not his choice by the way, he side-glances at his brother, focusing back on his plate before speaking, “you’re not trying to get me to come back home, are you?” tommy just scoffs at him, a mouth full of toast and eggs and tempted to talk with it open before he gives him a look.

fucker swallowed before he spoke, thankfully.

“even if i was, you don’t have any proof and you still have another semester after this one.” he nodded, agreeing with him, before his brother spoke again. “but you wouldn’t mind coming home for the holidays, right? it’s just been so boring with only phil and techno, and you know techno, he is a wrongen’, a fellow man who just doesn’t understand my sorrows!”

he goes on to rant but he doesn’t mind, smiles a little as he bit into his toast, listening to him complain how he needs his best mate to back him up in some of his schemes, not that he’s doing anything wrong in any of his plans, why would he ever get up to trouble on purpose?

he doesn’t speak until his plate is clean, holding his hand out for his brother’s plate and heading to the kitchen, chooses to ignore the way his sink full of dishes have become.. just a sink. washing, rinsing, and drying them gives him a nice feeling, even as he turns around to face his brother who just stands in the middle of the doorway, just like he had not just twenty minutes ago.

“go get dressed, i have to go into the office for a little bit,” he says after a pause, and he just nods, his blonde hair bouncing, (it really has been too long since he’s seen him,) but he calls for him. his little brother turns at the bottom of his heels, peeking back into the kitchen. he breathes in before smiling, “i’ll go home for the holidays. promise.”

with tommy happy enough to wear clothes other than the ones he fell asleep in last night, they head into the office, passing by some of the others, he nods at them the way he always did before unlocking his personal office, herding his brother in before locking it behind them. sometimes, people will have an ounce of audacity and would come in without knocking.

and let tommy know he really doesn’t have that many friends? fuck that.

boring as it is, he lets tommy mess with the tiny speaker he forgot he had and play some music, you know, as long as he is quiet. (when tommy claimed the computer was messing up, leaving him right next to the speakers, his ears nearly bleed with how loud his animal crossing music blares.)

after settling into a little routine, spending twenty minutes to look over spreadsheets and emails, he finally looks over to his dramatically-sighing-brother. he’ll complain but once wilbur gives him express permission he’s more than welcome to go call his dad up and go back to the apartment, he settles down again. that is after he asks about you and quackity for the hundredth time again.

the cycle repeats a third time before he all but throws his phone at tommy, saying if he’s so curious to know about the in’s and out’s of your extravagant life, he’s happy to find out for himself.

it’s not that he didn’t expect tommy to do something but it’s that he didn’t expect him to actually call you.

“will, what are you doing up so early? i just woke up,” he hears your voice crack and he checks the time before he stops altogether, turning his eyes unto tommy.

and he talks to you-

“hello person who wilbur put in his favorites’ in the contacts app, we met yesterday, do you remember me?” he definitely screams into the microphone, either he screams or will is definitely losing it from the normal amount of sleep he got last night.

the sleep aids him with the ability to think past strangling tommy with his bare hands, thinking past the cain instinct, he knows he technically gave tommy permission to call you. it’s also technically his fault for believing tommy would just lie down and behave like a dog when he was so very much a feral raccoon.

wilbur sits with his face in his hands for three minutes, listening to you talk to tommy before tommy kicks his shin, and he figures he kicked him first he should be able to at least choke him out and shoots out of his chair and finds tommy wheezing in his chair with the phone pointed towards him as your face filled the screen, and even though you have bags under your eyes, you laughed like you’ve been awake for the past few days.

“oh- uh-, hey, what are you doing up? don’t you like to sleep in on saturdays?” he remembered one of your first conversations; you made an effort to make sure he knew you wanted to be on friendly terms, and overshared by accident.

you nodded but you tell him that rosie needed help and dragged her out of bed but in the end, she enlisted jared and another athlete to help her. which led you back to your bed, where you’re still lying on by the way, taking as much sleep as rosie had stolen away. when tommy called you, when you thought will was calling him.

he’ll think about that later but he first had to deal with this not-as-bad-as-his-mind-made-it-to-be-mess. he reaches for his phone but tommy holds it out of his reach, an offended expression overtaking his grin, “you said i could call them, and i called them, is that a crime, mister police officer?”

wilbur had sputtered out words, few made sense but still his mouth opened and attempts to speak, once again trying to reach for his phone. “give it back, i didn’t think you’d actually call them but come on, they’re tired let them rest.” tommy shook his head with an annoying grin and jumped out of his chair, leaning away and bending as if he had no spine, somehow missing all of will’s advances.

wilbur manages to get his phone back. only after he locks tommy in a choke-hold and peels it out of his hands, profusely apologizing to his friend before hanging the call up. and when wilbur turned to his brother, tommy just stares at him like, “what?” as if everything that just happened was none of his doing.

he shakes his head before returning to his work, “don’t call them again,” he glanced at his brother as he left his phone unattended by his keyboard, returning his eyes to glue their gaze into the screen. losing himself in the easy, boring, repetitive work. and when he passed a few hours after their arrival, wilbur finally indulges tommy and clocks in his work.

gathers his things and listens to tommy whoop and holler right as they take their leave. tommy would quickly leave him without a job if he had joked any louder about staying with wilbur until the end of his college year.

on the drive home, wilbur doesn’t realize he is about to face a suffocating force that rivals even tommy, not just phil but his brother, technoblade.

standing outside while he smokes his cigarette and nods at something their shared father said. probably something poetic or dumb as anything, thats how they mostly talked in. tongues or in shit puns.

god why is he so pathetic?

it was no brainer why they were closer than any of them was to phil, and maybe that's why the words tasted bitter on his tongue when they fizzled into a quiet mumble, finding it hard to properly greet him at the door after tommy had run out of the still, albeit slow, moving car to rush the two.

he faces techno, and finds it a little hard to initiate the hug, as his brother never seemed to care about physical affection. but if there’s anything he knew, it's that it's been too damn long since he’s seen his brother.

techno reaches out with a hand, reaching around him to pat him on the back harshly before pulling him down a little to meet his height, chest to chest, hugging as tight as his arms could allow him to. “missed you, will,” techno mumbles and wil repeats the words, or at least he thinks he does before he gets a whack in the back side of his head, “and don’t skip the summer visits, dumbass.” reeling away, techno has a small smile resting on his face, finding it easy to be around him again. finding it easy to copy him, finding it hard to face the truth of his buried feelings.

not until phil opens his mouth and gestures for them all to go in, and wilbur tries to leave it be, tries to leave his jealousy issues at the door. tries to be happy as they all begin to talk, but he can’t help the way his eyes hone in at the guiding hand on techno’s shoulders. can't help the way his father looked at techno whenever he laughed, the way he seemed to ask his brother on anything tommy had said and it would be deemed too ill-natured for the teenager. but he insists, he insists on keeping the peace. he will not ruin this visit. even if he never said it was okay.

never said it was okay to come a day early, to bring his brother into a city only he resided in. bring his brother and have him rub it in his face that he was clearly loved more than he was. his hair pulled back into a familiar ponytail with the fraying strands framing his face and yet it’s pink hue would defy it. it would be the indicator that he wasn’t entirely phil’s. not that the entirely different facial structure wouldn’t give it away. it just seemed so obvious. seemed so obvious that he belonged to phil, just by how much he’s loved by him.

phil favored techno more than he did for will, loved and doted on his more successful son.

of course phil loved techno more than him, the well off son. the son who wasn’t at all unfit for society. who could barely make friends without it being part of a deal. he couldn’t make friends unless they wanted something from him-

why couldn’t he be more like techno, beloved without making an effort, people smile at him without him ever needing to curl a lip upwards. why did he have it so easy?

“will, you good there?” techno nudges him, and he returns to the conversation, phil and tommy locked in a deep argument about whatever it was this time, but techno is looking at him, leaning against the same counter as he was. shoulder against his shoulder.

bile rises up his throat as he chokes back some tears.

he misses the times when it wasn’t like this. jealous of his brother, jealous of the way his brothers were loved in a way he wasn’t. jealous of how they could navigate life as if they were spreading butter on hot toast, as if they were playing chess, and here, he was still learning tic-tac-toe.

the words are heavy on his mouth, but they leave, and techno just nods. he reaches with a muscular and tattooed arm, pulls him close. “i know, but it's okay, we’re back together again.”

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phil and techno leave to go antique-shopping, a very old habit to have, tommy had snickered to will as they waved them off from on the top of the stairs. “only old people go looking for old things, like soulmates, you know?” will only shoved at his head, walking back inside as his younger brother squeaks at the way he could so easily move on.

“you know i could have you tried in court for that, you bastard?” he follows him to the couch where will turns on a space documentary, “for emotional damages.”

“distress,” he turns his head to make eye contact for a moment, tommy’s bright blue eyes scaring him from the intense stare, he turns his head back, “it’s emotional distress.”

“even if you were right, you wouldn’t win, not with my lawyer.” tommy puffed his chest out, like he was gloating at having the best lawyer he could have, in this make-believe situation. and though wilbur would love nothing more but retreat into a documentary with tommy making small comments, he just had to know.

“oh yeah? what lawyer?”

it’s twenty minutes later he finds himself trying to make a case against tommy, with quackity, who’s watched one too many judge judy episodes, and you at his side, as his legal guidance.

“your honor,” the judge being a print out of judge judy’s face taped to the tv, “my client has been in disarray since the time of the incident, and according to both eye witnesses, you’d be inclined to notice the eyebags under his eyes,” quackity holds tommy’s head in between his two hands, gesturing to the slight drag of skin, “and if the defendant cannot prove he’s been perfectly okay since, i rest my case.”

you concede for one reason or another, claiming quackity ‘had a point.’

wilbur is to pay tommy in vacation time, spent with him and the rest of the family, back in their hometown. he has to, this is a legally binding court of law, an official one, could even say it was held in the supreme court.

and as tommy gives you and quackity the longest house tour ever, will cleans up the poorly printed papers and manila folders, stacking them and settling them on the dining table.

he hears your footsteps before he sees you turn the corner and smile at him. “tommy’s a great kid, your younger brother by how many?” and at your nod, he answers.

“about five years, but his birthday is coming soon, so, won’t be five much longer.” you nod again and just stand next to him, not saying anything.

“five years is a long time, think he’ll be just like you by then?” you ask, turning around to lean against the edge of the table, smiling at him from the edge of your vision.

he smiles back.

“if he’s lucky, he’ll end up nothing like me.” how true his words ring.

and they’ll ring like church bells until the end of time. with what he’s done, tommy has to be better, has to be better and uphold phil’s name. who knows what’ll become of will? if tommy is lucky, if he is smart, he’ll stick to the path that comes with being phil’s son. he’ll become something bigger than himself.

but as you said, five years is a long time.

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compared to five years, the next day and morning pass as if they were mere seconds. unfair, tommy had cried, he had school from the moment the sun rose to the moment the sun set and wilbur would still be here, and not with them.

phil coaxed him into the car, reminding him the holidays wouldn’t take long and that he’d be home before he knows it. of course, knowing tommy, he’d count every second.

with the car driving away, tommy’s snot-face covering the back window, he waves them away. waves until they disappear around the corner. his arm aches as it pauses up in the air, lowering itself after they’ve been gone for a minute. standing against the railing as he takes in the silence. the silence is unkind.

the silence rings and echoes inside of his apartment, it singes the judge judy paper tommy taped to the fridge. it burns the food tucked away inside the fridge.

it even smears the ink on the cheque phil had written.

though, he’d been used to it, will hated this part. the emptiness that eats away at him, that chips away at his bones and leaves him to lie in his bed, unable to leave it. he thinks about you, thinks about opening his computer and maybe seeing you in your bed as you took notes or maybe watched twilight for the second time that night, or even your vacant bed, with sheets colder than his own.

then he thinks of your conversation from yesterday, how you laughed his reply off, thinking it was just the classic thinking that your younger brother is so full of potential and how he is a piece of shit.

not the unusual path, the way he could be arrested at any moment if you happened to look at the cameras the moment he opened the programs connected to it, the way tommy would never do this to anyone he ever cared about.

even if it was an accident.

if he’d been in his shoes, tommy would’ve taken those cameras away.

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