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thatonecoryosimp · 2 years
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Can i request a technoblade x fem!reader nsfw (predator prey kink)
Reader was annoying techno a little to much for his liking, but before he could do anything reader bolts out the house and so begins the hunt of piglin hybrid and small human(or hybrid, you can choose what hybrid she is), techno eventually catches her and either rails her against the tree or takes her home and rails her in there
You of course dont have to do this request if you dont want to:)
Can i be 🐽 anon?
Well, hello darling. Welcome to the family dear. I'm so sorry that I haven't been active and this has been sitting so long. I hope I did your request justice. :).
4/16/22
Warnings: SMUT. Predator/prey dynamics. Bit of biting. Scary Techno. Tree sex? Slight breeding kink (like one line)
Techno had been ignoring me all day. I understand that he has important work to do, but I need him to focus on me, even if just for a little. I've been poking and prodding at him all day. And maybe that wasn't my smartest idea. Usually, he doesn't get mad. He'll just laugh it off, but today was not one of those days.
He was grumpy, and I was only poking a bear. The last straw for him was whenever we were sitting in the living room while he was brewing potions. Honestly, I just couldn't help myself. He looked so good. His hair was all tossed around, and his glasses sat low on his nose. His cape was ruffled and definitely needed to be ironed. But all of that just made him all the more real, and much more attractive.
My hands went to his shoulders and trailed down his chest. Gliding down his body to his thighs, and then he pushed them off.
"Not now, hun. I'm doing stuff."
I had sighed and sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I kept squirming. Moving around and brushing against him. He let out another irritated huff but I kept going.
He flashed me a warning look as my hand brushed over his crotch and that's when he lost it.
He leaned in and bent to my ear, "I'm gonna give you ten seconds to start running."
For the first 3, I was frozen stiff, but when he got to six I bolted up and to the door, leaving it hanging ajar. I was thankful I had my shoes on already as my feet hit against the snow. I had just gotten to the forest line when I heard him start calling my name. His voice was deep and menacing, but still monotone.
I ran as fast as I could. My arms were getting scratched by the branches of the dead trees, and my feet were getting caught on things I couldn't see in the dark. I could hear my boyfriend chasing after me which only made me run faster. I could hear the blood rushing to my head as I ducked behind a big spruce tree.
The forest was quiet other than the howl of the wind. My breathing started to regulate, and I calmed down, thinking I had outrun him. But the twig snapping to my side was my only alert before I was hoisted up and pressed against the tree.
"There you are, bunny. You're so easy to find you know, you make so much noise."
I gasped as I felt his lips on my neck. His hand had come to my pants and ripped the fabric off with little effort. I gasped as the chilled air was now pressing against my uncovered heat. His fingers dipped in and my eyes lulled back.
"You're so wet for me, bunny. Did my dirty girl like being chased? Did you get off on it?"
I whined but nodded my head. I heard him chuckle.
"I'm gonna show you what happens when a bad bunny gets caught."
Before I could say anything else he was pressed inside me. His dick filled me up to the brim and a gargled moan escaped my lips. My arms wrapped around his shoulders for some form of an anchor as he started fucking me at an unrelenting pace.
I was biting my lip trying to stay quiet before he stopped me. "Oh, c'mon, doll. Don't be quiet now, I wanna hear you."
This only seemed to spur him on to go faster. My back was being slammed into the tree with every thrust. My mind was having trouble grasping onto anything other than the feeling of him inside me.
His finger had come to my clit and started rubbing harsh circles. It didn't take long to bring me to my edge and tip me over. I let out a moan of his name as his thrusts started to become irregular.
"Gonna fill you up so good, bunny. Gonna fuck ya so full you'll be swelled up with my baby in no time."
His hips stalled as he filled me up with hot white ropes. His head went to the crook of my neck. A sharp pain registered as he bit down on my collarbone.
"Now, you're all mine. You hear me, bunny?"
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First smut I have written in months. Really hope that was okay. Anywho, stay safe lovelies. Drink water, and eat food. I love you all!
~Jules
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blackout174 · 1 year
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Disregard (part two)
Technoblade x Reader
Can be inferred as platonic or romantic
Tw: Arguing, Chase, Kidnapping, Dick kicking but he deserves it, Swearing.
Part 1
You hadn't talked with Techno for weeks.
Ignoring the buzz of your communicator, the letters that had been sent by crow, hell, even when Techno had apparently gotten Niki to come bang on your door, only to be met with a 'fuck off'.
You were just so god damn angry.
I mean, how could you not be? He never listened, and you clench your fist at all the times you'd have to talk to the others around and convince them not to go and try again to put his head on a stick. And when he commits more warcrimes it's even harder.
"Y/n? Hey it's Big Q, I wanna talk to ya."
You shoot up at the sound and the nickname. You knew to be wary of Quackity.
But he knew that after Techno threatened to take his other eye he'd...
Huh.
You had forgotten about that.
You sighed and after grabbing an axe, warily made your way to the door and cracked it open a smidge.
He leans to look at you and gives a smile.
You don't smile back.
"... What do you want, Quackity?"
He sighs and then oddly enough... chuckles.
You feel your hairs sick on end and you grip your axe harder.
"What's so funny? If you just came here to laugh at me then you can go fuck yourse-"
You cut off by a green hand yanking the door open and you feel a hard kick to your stomach.
You roll and regain your bearings quickly, just in time to fucking move.
You doge Sam and bring your axe down on this shoulder.
You see sparks and hear a hiss as you throw yourself up your stairs and towards your communicator, with Sam and Quackity right on your heels.
You clicked on Technoblades icon just as Sam made it up the stairs.
You have 23 new messages!
You roll out of the way and jump the railing back onto the stairs and you curse as you feel your ankle bend in ways it shouldn't.
You select 'New Compose'.
Y/n: trap, quackery and san dont liztem sj had hgyrsxiggd
You feel Sam jump on your back and you manage to click 'send' on your comm before you turn and flail.
He drags you up with your arms behind your back and in a last attempt to flee you raise your leg up-
-and kick him in the dick.
You feel the hold on your arms go slack as Sam yells out a 'FUCK' and you grab your comm and dip, Quackity right on your heels.
You run through the trees, a birch forest as you look at your comm once more.
You have 3 new messages!
TB: What? Whats happening?
TB: Y/n?
TB: Hang in there, Phil and I are coming.
You realize with your bad ankle that you'll never outrun Quackity.
Fuck.
Shitshitshit.
Wow.
You look at your comm once more and decide to send one more message.
Might be your last.
....
Technoblade wouldn't see that message till he got to your house with Phil.
He would shout your name and feel a sense of dread as he gets no answer back.
He looks about your house and sees things knocked down and broken, and he can just about smell Sam and Quackity it here.
He feels anger.
The voices swarm with cries of vengeance.
Find her
Gouge out his eyes
Blood for the Blood God
He finds a note with a poker chick sitting on it, and he just about snaps the chip in half.
'Meet at Pandora's Vault.'
:]
He finally, finally, checks his comm and he feels his heart drop.
You have 1 new message.
His grip tightens as he vows to get you back.
Y/n: Sorry.
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I lied.
No fluff, only cry.
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genevawren38 · 2 months
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You Were There, Impossibly Alone
✨c!Tubbo & c!Technoblade [FireworksDuo] ✨3.5kW.C. ✨c!Tubbo & c!Technoblade-centric ✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence ✨A gift for zephrains ✨Iridescent by Linkin Park
Afterwards, a debt settles in his gut he can’t shake until it's completed. Assuming Tubbo had seen his husband’s demise on his communicator, he told Phil he had to tell the blonde what happened. His crow partner knew him all too well that his mind will not silence until the task is completed, waves him off while putting away their battle gear.
Leading him here, in the borders of a country who had a tenuous alliance with the Emerald Duo at best. Taking careful steps forward he begins to look for the grieving blonde, seeing him standing before the book that held the independence of the nation.
“Tubbo?” Techno calls out hesitantly, his blue eyes glassy in the cold air as he stared off into the distance.
The piglin puts away his trident and strips out his armour, placing it safely into his inventory. Not wanting to appear a threat to the obviously distressed man, he observes the weight of the world on that youthful flesh. His shoulders dragging low, his fingers were frozen in place around the railing. Techno wonders just how often he stood here alone, feeling the decisions of a nation that aged him before their very eyes.
“Toby?” His voice is soft as he ascends the stairs leading up to his side, Tubbo’s head whipping around to glare at him.
Techno swore lightning flashed in that grieving gaze, precipitation freezing to his face while the news settled in. “What. Happened.”
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AU where Technoblade, fiercest Warrior in any Server, Potato King, Blood God's Chosen, Antactic Emperor, Tactician of the century-
-is a Piglin RUNT hybrid and is 2 feet tall.
Imagine all of his achievements, but instead of looking down on people, he looks up.
Or even better. In DSMP, when he first meets Dream, he gets annoyed that Dream is standing a block higher and places one. First to look down on him, and then decides Naaaaah. Same height.
You know who else places blocks to be taller? Wilbur. Wilbur, young and impressionable, seeing his dad's very intimidating bestie placing blocks to get the height advantage. Of course he remembered that.
Two foot tall Techno freezing in front of a wanted poster.
Two foot tall Techno putting up guard rails on Pogtopia so Wilbur won't fall, even though it means he can't see over the side as easy because guard rails too tall.
Two foot tall Technoblade having to climb on top of the soul sand to place the wither heads correctly.
The Whole "are you feeling tired, Quackity?" from two foot Technoblade.
But, of course, its you. Lets make it SAD NOW.
Runts are supposed to be cherished, but he keeps getting betrayed by people, whether actually or he perceived it as betrayal, and it makes his instincts haywire.
He puts everything he's got into things so people will value him. But as soon as his usefulness as a tool is up, they toss him aside.
He gets cold SO EASILY. He is small and does not have a ton of body heat to work with. He was mostly coat during Antactic Empire. And when they tried to execute him, they took away all his thing and forced him to walk through the snow. It went up to, like, his waist. And he had to walk back with nothing, Ranboo didn't give him his armor back until later.
Steve is his service bear because even if Technoblade is more dangerous than a bear, and completely able to defend himself, having something big and fierce that WOULD defend him by his side soothes his instincts.
He can't sleep when he is alone. It feels too unsafe. But during Pogtopia he can't really sleep at all because none of them feel safe.
Runts are not supposed to be around strangers alone. Instincts say run away. Makes being watched and peer pressured into things very confusing.
I'm just saying, I think Niki was on to something in OSMP when she begged to make Techno tiny. It is a fun thought.
Runt Technoblade is always my absolute beloved.
The comedy ones are good too, especially that railing one. That's funny. The angst potential though... Maybe that's why Techno works extra hard to prove himself. Because as a runt, he has to try twice as hard to be useful to the sounder.
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tredderwrite · 2 years
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Symphony ~ Technoblade
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Word count: 2.1k
Pairing: c!Technoblade / reader
Warnings: explosives mentioned, reader in a dress
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“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” his jaw tensed up, hiding his disgust, he had a story to sell and no plan to fail. “No,” you smirked, pushing your luck, your taunting stare burned into his eyes, “you haven’t, tell me about it.” He paused, to anyone who didn’t know any better he looked unphased, but you saw the shock in his eyes, so sharp he could kill you right there, but passed quickly, at least quicker than his following words, “ I cannot.” The room lit up, laughter flared from every corner, and every unsuspecting victim mistook his words for friendly banter, remembering his nature, keen on his deep sarcasm. 
The mission was clear, you were paired up with Technoblade, well known for his competence, and highly skilled in many things, especially assassination. He was the only one up for it, immediately jumping at the idea of putting all his enemies in their well-deserved grave, what he didn’t know was the plus one he’d have to bring when attending the function.
A soiree, dress coded strictly, putting you in a ballgown, not the most efficient attire when it came to hiding weapons, the heavy red velvet piled on top of the both of you, your flowing floor-length dress and his cape to match, the weight only added to the disadvantage. However, though far from practical, the outfits did paint the perfect picture, pushing your courted appearance above actual couples in the room. 
You shifted your weight as the laughter died down, leaning your shoulder against his, your chin resting right above your collarbones as you smiled at him, shifting your eyes toward the hall, quickly signing for a meeting. He stood up, excusing you both as he took your hand in his, walking slowly, showing no signs of his intentions, completely calm and confident in his stride. Conversation continued at the comically long dining table as you stood up and followed him, voices fading the further you strayed. 
Pulling him into a corner you sighed, the stress already shaking you up, yet he seemed to be going strong. “When do you need to go?” you asked, ready to hear the plan over one more time, making sure you aren’t capable of screwing things up. “I’ll go now, you make up something to tell them, I’ll plant the TNT, start the timer, and come back, just make sure everyone is distracted, okay?” he stated, not missing a beat, his brows furrowing the longer he waited for your response, “Alright,” you nodded, about to speak again, but he stole your words, “I know you like fighting better, but there’s no way we could show up with armor and weapons drawn here, just go along with it once.” his words were quick, eyes already shifting for the fastest route to take, you turned your head away from him, eyebrows raising momentarily, showing your concern with the whole situation, “We’ll make it out in time,” he spoke up again, already turning to leave, “don’t worry, and don’t blow our cover.” his footsteps quickly getting quieter.
Walking back you rehearsed your words, desperately searching for an excuse, but your thoughts were interrupted, questions about his sudden disappearance already thrown your way “He’s in the bathroom,” you blurted, the worst one you could’ve come up with, thankful there were multiple scattered around the property so if anyone was determined to find him they’d spend a good while searching, keeping you safe for some time. Heads nodded in understanding, and the discussion continued with no further concern for a while, about twenty minutes before you were doubted again, your heart racing as you stood up, face twisting in a fake frown, “I’ll go check up on him,” your hands came together to fidget with the top rail of your chair as you pushed it forward to the table “he should be back by now,” the statement only partially made up as he had to have something in the way to take that long. 
Walking the corridors was different when you were alone, everything suddenly seemed so dark, closing in on every corner in your vision, speeding up your pace, a final push to find him before anyone else does. The time seemed long and drawn out, a couple of minutes took hours to pass as you walked up and down every stairway, opening every door to try and see if he was around. Luck smiled your way at the end of what looked like a hidden staff tunnel, the door opened in front of you, a moment of panic taking over before you saw his famous pink hair, pieces falling on his face right above his scars, pushed in place by the crown sitting heavy on his head. The tall man jumped back, startled by you just as much as he startled you, quickly grabbing your forearm, dragging the both of you out of the forbidden ground. “Why are you here?” his voice was hushed, angry yet quiet, breath heavy as he basically ran back to safety. 
He let go of you just in time, instead stretching his hand out in front of your body, putting a finger up to his lips to stop any questions. Footsteps echoed your way, careful and quiet, yet still audibly closing in on you, he nodded at you, hoping you play along with his next move. “You didn’t have to worry baby,” his voice echoed louder than the walking as you turned the corner, you held back a scoff at his words, going with the conversation as you passed by Dream, seemingly headed for the bathroom, or at least you only guessed, no clue to where it actually was. Too scared of anyone else you kept a pleasant small talk going, no harsh remarks that could give you away but no overly informational planning either. All eyes were on you both upon your return, the short walk from the doorway to your seats excruciatingly awkward, the silence only adding to the discomfort. 
Clearing your throat you took a step toward your seat, the pink-haired male already reaching for your chair, pulling it out then going to his, all four legs scraping against the floor while he pulled it closer to yours, leaving an inch or two between them before he sat down. His arm reached for you, hovering above your thigh, heartbeat quickly ascending to the base of your throat, bringing heat to your cheeks. “Lift my sleeve.” his voice came in a whisper, directly in your ear, his breath ghosting past your neck, into your hair. You obliged, pulling it up just enough to see what he was hiding, uncovering the timer strapped to his wrist for a second, quickly pulling the fabric down, afraid someone else might see, you lifted your head back up, now looking at his smiling face, passing off the moment as a romantic gesture for the rest to digest. Straightening up, he went right back to his food, ignoring the vicious thump against his chest, unwilling to admit to his strange feelings for you, who he once called a rival, now a fake date to a team operation. 
The music changed, a fast tango urged on by the melody. He pulled up his sleeve again, eyes widening at the widget on his wrist, caught off guard by the surprisingly short amount of time you two had before you needed to make your escape, tuning it to end at least 10 seconds early giving just enough time to avoid the detonated explosives below your feet. Standing up quickly he kept a firm hand on the wrist with the time, smoothing the sleeve over before he kneeled down, extending out his palm for you to take. “Care for a dance?” his voice laced a charm too convincing, the same heat from before returning in your body. “Sure.” you returned the smooth tone, taking the opportunity to talk to him. 
Every head was turned toward you, nobody else dared to step up on the dancefloor, piling on the pressure. A firm hand was placed on your waist, pressing you close against his chest, you both leaned in close, faces lacking distance, he took the lead, taking you in circles around the space, only talking at the times you were furthest away from the table. “There’s not much time left.” he said, quickly shuffling back to where you could be heard, the silence fell again shortly. 
Once you reached the distance point again, he spoke up, “I’ll tell you when, you just run, I’ll meet you at these coordinates.” he pointed your interlocked arms down, catching a paper falling from his sleeve in your linked hold, pressing it against your palm. You pulled your fingers out the space between his, clutching the item in an closed fist, his hand enclosed over your knuckles, bringing the dance to a slow, dipping your body down, you gripped the fabric right below his collar. 
“Ready?” his voice quiet, never once wavering despite the distraction, “born,” your response was brief, the sound strained through your teeth, tightly pressed together, creating the illusion of an innocent smile, one without any hidden intentions.
“Run!” he whispered, not even a second after your response, arms immediately dropping your sides, you knew he meant every man for himself.
At least, he wanted to, his body flew forward, every step faster than the previous, but his heart was pulling him against the effort, his mind stuck on the moment you were no longer in his hold. 
You ran behind him, still following his lead despite the harsh farewell. But he saw no issues with it, barely noticing while his head clouded, the itch to put your safety first kept poking at his gut, the anxious feeling spreading up toward his chest.
While you ran down the front entrance steps the explosions began to sound off, the shockwave pushing your forward ever so slightly, speeding down the marbled surface, still chasing after your companion. Panic rose in the building once you stared running, reaction far too late to save the rest, getting no headstart to the chase. He whipped his head back in the midst of all the chaos, eyes quickly scanned the building up in smoke, searching for you, but he didn’t need to look far, your path only straying from his once you had the time to read the paper, heading for the predetermined location, you assumed he had something to take care of before joining you, setting off by yourself. His gaze followed your figure, speeding off away from him, he felt a bit relieved, glad you were at least alive, yet still pulled to chase after you and make sure you’re alright. 
Shaking the thoughts from his head he continued on, climbing on a horse he had tied up within a mile or so, speeding down the same route you had taken mere minutes ago. You ran before him, not alone for long, the harsh clack of hooves against the packed dirt below alerted you of his presence, coming in view soon after you stopped running to catch your breath. He slowed down too, jumping down he took the lead on his horse and walked beside you, his lungs still burning just as much as yours did. 
“You’re okay?” he panted, words fast and breathy. “Yeah, where were you?” you gestured to the horse, attempting to chuckle but the lack of air only brought you to a cough. In a split second he was at your side, hand on your back, soothing your outburst. After you calmed down he finally felt at ease, nerves settled at the thought of your guaranteed safety, only with you next to him he could get rid of that drowning thought you were somehow in danger when away. “Had to take this guy,” he patted the saddle on the horse, smiling gently, “I couldn’t leave it behind.” 
“Oh,” was all you said, tearing your eyes from him and instead pointing your field of view toward the sky, counting the stars above you as you kept your body close to his. 
“You know,” the numbers scattered from your head once you heard him speak again. “Hm?” turning to look at him again, you found his sight glued to the horizon, “We should do that more often, like, go on missions together and stuff-” “Oh my god?!” you gasped, pushing him aside with your elbow, “are you asking me out?” a teasing smile spread wide across your face. “HEH?” he turned to look at you, bewildered at your pride. You only laughed, mocking his reaction, everything from the look on his face to the way his neck craned forward. He scoffed playfully, mounting on the saddle again, “Whatever, I’ll see you there”. You watched as he sped off, welcoming the warmth of your fluttering heart, finally at peace with the newfound feeling.
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anonymous-dentist · 1 year
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Little fic inspired by this post by @quackityinc (hiiii delilah)
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Quackity doesn't remember when he started kidnapping Karl Jacobs. He wishes he did so he could go back in time and tell his past self to, like, not fucking do that. Because not only has it turned... problematic for multiple reasons (relation to Heatwave, increasing popularity, personal interest, etc.), but also? Karl Jacobs is annoying. That, most of all, has really turned Quackity off of the whole kidnapping thing.
"Oh, you redecorated!" Karl exclaims.
Ten minutes, Quackity thinks. Karl Jacobs has been kidnapped for ten minutes, and he's already out of the trap Quackity stuck him in. He's out of the trap, and he's wandering around Quackity's super evil lair with a smile painted on his face like he literally isn't kidnapped. He is literally kidnapped. What is wrong with him?
Quackity, for his part, just lets it happen. He sits in his chair and he watches Karl wander around his lair like it's an art museum.
Arms crossed, and scowl firmly on his face, Quackity thinks, not for the first time, that maybe this has gotten a little out of control.
"I like it!" Karl declares. He looks at Quackity, eyes wide and eager and full of enough bullshit to drown a pig in. "It's nice! Modern, I like that in an evil lair."
"I'm glad," Quackity dryly responds. His voice changer pitched his voice down to Technoblade levels of deep.
"See, but there's one thing I would change-"
Quackity sighs and fights the urge to put a bullet through Karl's pretty little skull. Here it comes...
Karl paces along the balcony above Quackity, fingers trailing along the railing as he goes. He painted his nails again, Quackity absently notices. Pink. Nice.
"-I'm not sure if the carpet up here is good for, like, stains?" Karl says, and- yeah, okay, he's got a point, but the carpet wasn't Quackity's idea. "Like- okay, shut me down here if you want, but I know you like your bloodstains, and the carpet up here is too dark for that? I think?"
"I'm not exactly torturing people up there," Quackity says. "You know where I torture people."
"Ugh, yeah, I know, but I still think that you should think about putting something lighter in if you want the stains to pop."
"Who says I want the stains to pop?"
"Don't you villain guys have that uuuuh..." Karl trails off, deep in thought. His mouth turns down into a cute little frown that a weaker Quackity would want to kiss. "...the what's-it-called. Your OSHA."
Quackity nods. "Yeah, VOSHA."
The Villainous Organization for Safety, Health, and Absolute Degeneracy. Quackity is the vice president this year, much to his annoyance. Schlatt got the presidency yet again thanks to the vote rigging. Fucking asshole.
Karl snaps his fingers. "Yeah! That! Isn't their whole thing making sure your evil lairs are, like, evil? This doesn't look evil to me."
He scuffs the toe of his shoe along the carpet. Quackity is sure he's getting mud all over it, but he doesn't really care. Again, the carpet wasn't his idea. Blame Foolish. He wanted something nice.
"I'm not getting rid of the carpet," Quackity says.
"I'm not saying you have to!" Karl objects. "I'm just saying that you've got some design flaws up here. Just saying."
In one swift motion, Karl braces himself against the railing with one hand and hops it, settling upside-down from the topmost bar. Quackity wishes he'd fall and crack his skull open, but he knows he won't, and he knows that him wishing that he would is just a desperate attempt at not caring about someone he cares entirely too much about.
"Thanks for putting the railings in, by the way," Karl says. He doesn't seem at all bothered by the fact that he's freely dangling by his feet twenty feet above a hard concrete floor. "Makes it way easier to hang, you know?"
Quackity has seen Karl's shows. He was in the audience of last week's, front row. He even got to be part of it as an audience volunteer, and he got a bouquet of plastic flowers from Karl's sleeve for his trouble. Those flowers are in a vase in his bedroom back home right next to the program.
"Yeah, no, I totally get it," Quackity says. He watches as Karl drops his arms down so they swing next to his head. "Sometimes you just gotta hang, yeah, I get it."
"You know, you're a nice guy," Karl says. He looks at Quackity like he can see through the mask. "Sometimes I wonder what you look like under there."
Absently, Quackity raises a gloved hand to press his mask closer to his face. "Nothing special. Don't worry about it."
Karl smirks at that, eyes narrowing slightly. "Somehow, I doubt that."
And, of course, that's when Heatwave chooses to enter via the window, crashing through without a care in the world.
Quackity groans. He can't afford this...
"Karl!" Heatwave shouts. He looks frantically around the room before seeing Karl hanging from the railing. At that, he looking faintly alarmed, and very amused. At least he and Quackity can agree on that. "Karl, oh my God, there you are!"
Karl smiles and waves. "Hey, baby! Me and V were just hanging out."
He giggles at the pun. Quackity wants to slit his throat. Quackity wants to kiss him. This is a problem.
Heatwave turns on his heel to glare at Quackity, who stares impassively back from behind his mask.
"Vulture," Heatwave says, voice pleasant but laced with disgust. "will you please stop kidnapping my boyfriend?"
Very few know that famed hero Heatwave has a partner. Very many people know that famed magician Karl Jacobs has a partner. He shows his boyfriend, one Sapnap Halo, off every time he does an Instagram livestream. Quackity is one of only two people on the planet that knows that Heatwave and Sapnap Halo are one in the same. This is also a problem.
"Nah," Quackity says. He glances up at Karl with a soft smile. "I'm good."
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hiiii! cld you do a yan!wilbur with (gn) reader who constantly wants to go places nd hates being in the same place for too long? /nf
have a good day/night!! :]
Hiya! Yeah I'd love to thanks for requesting!!
Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, gore and blood mention
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Over the years you'd inherited the title of The Nomad. You didn't stay in one place for long and if you did it was out of necessity. You were a traveler. An explorer of the land. Someone who didn't stick around, free of commitment.
"Thanks again for gathering this stuff for the museum." Eret smiled faintly and you returned it.
"Yeah of course. Just tell me when it opens and I'll stop by." You finished off the exchange and took your payment of diamonds off to another adventure. It was refreshing. The constant moving around.
When the whole world actually began you did have roots. Roots in the forests outside of the Greater Dream SMP...and L'manberg. Key word: had. Past tense.
Your cabin didn't exist anymore. After the L'manberg war started it got destroyed in the aftermath. That was when you had first shone your face to the world. When you got recognized.
Needless to say you didn't stick around. L'manberg was unstable and the men running it unhinged according to rumors. You had seen one of the men before. A tall brunette named Wilbur dressed in a General's suit. He held his head high and stared down the tyrant that was Dream.
You didn't pick a side but if you had to have you might've chosen Wilbur's despite the ruthlessness of Dream. Everyone knew Dream would do anything for power so when the second war came around of Manberg v.s. Pogtopia you vacated. Schlatt was stupid and Wilbur had gone off the rails completely.
"Whoa there!" You ran into something stiff and you stumbled back gaining your balance again.
"Sorry about that!" You rushed out and looked up at the one you'd accidentally ran into.
"Not a problem. You're The Nomad correct?" Before you stood Wilbur Soot, or Revivbur as everyone called him now. You'd been off adventuring the decade and a half that whole debacle went down just occasionally visiting back for deals on priceless goods you'd found on your ways.
"Revivbur." You nodded and gestured to him with a small smile. "Uhm, pleasure to meet you." You outstretched your hand and Revivbur's face flushed a shade of pink before he took your hand and bowed to kiss it.
"Wilbur please, and the pleasure is all mine. Can't say we've properly met." Revivbur straightened his spine to his full height, gently removing his hand from yours leaving a cold path behind it. He towered over you and a mischievous smile cut his face.
"No I guess we haven't. I'm Y/N." You said and swallowed as the light flashed over the reddish hues of Wilbur's eyes.
"Right of course." Wilbur chuckled and lowered his head. "Say, I know you're a busy person but might you want to have dinner with me tonight?" Wilbur smiled and it felt like the whole world could fall at his word. The honey smooth sound of his voice penetrated the stone walls you'd built around your heart to keep from it settling down more roots.
"Tonight?" You stammered and watched as his face lit up as your face flushed. "Erm, well I-I guess that would be okay. I've got to get on the road soon but an evening back can't hurt." You broke a smile at Wilbur being met with a charm that made your knees weak.
"Perfect, I'll come find you around dusk. 'Kay?" Wilbur winked and you nodded in agreement. "Don't go too far."
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And with that you somehow had a date. Somehow a single man, a man who had been the source of your home's destruction, had broken down your walls and gotten you to come eat dinner with him.
"I think I met your son today Phil." Your brow furrowed and you looked out the window of Philza's home at the snowy lands surrounding. By foot it was a several day travel to Philza and Technoblade's home in the north, by horse just hardly two, but by rail it was maybe an hour. Long ago you'd made an underground rail system to take you to the places which you frequently visited.
There was one at the Greater Dream SMP of course, one into your personal mines, and one here.
"Did you? What'd you think of Wil?" Philza sounded happy and he examined the shield set on his arm with an oily rag.
"Charming." You said simply and Philza laughed.
"Sounds about right. I'd be careful though, he used that charm to fool a lot of people back in the day." Phil warned.
"Jesus man, no wonder people call you old. Who the Hell says 'back in the day?'" You teased and Phil threw the rag at you. Someone caught it before any impact hit.
"You think I'm charming?" Wilbur Soot smirked at you deviously and heat flooded your face despite the cold chill that was everywhere, inside or out in the snowy base.
"Wil, what're you doin here?" Philza asked, his smile faltering just a little but perking up as soon as you seem to have spotted it.
"I've come to pick Y/N up for our date." Wilbur said matter of factly and ran the rag over his fingers tauntly like a bind. His fingers wove around the fabric expertly and a knot as tied somehow without you seeming to notice the exact origin.
"Date? You didn't say he asked you out on your first meeting." Philza's eyes shone with concern but the smile hid the foreboding look.
"Well I would've had he not shown up so quickly. I didn't even realize it was getting around dusk, sorry you had to come all this way to find me." You apologized and Wilbur offered his arm, tossing the rag back to Philza.
"Don't worry about it darling, I'll always know where you are." Wilbur's smirk widened and his pupils dilated. The words sent chills down you back but not necessarily bad ones. Something about someone caring enough to know where you were felt...good.
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Dinner was fantastic and you left on a travel for a few weeks promising to come back in time for another date Wilbur had planned. This was how your relationship went, he always sent a letter with you containing a poem or simply a declaration of admiration for you to read whenever you felt lonely or missed him. Wilbur was very confident you did and he was correct.
One might've called his devotion so early on creepy or uncalled for but after doing your share of research you could empathize with him. Thirteen and A half years alone in his own specially crafted limbo Hell. You shuddered now atop your horse just think about it. You were on your way back from a four week excavation for Eret's museum again. Much longer than you'd been gone from Wilbur before.
Deep down you worried he might've moved on.
"Darling you're finally back!" Wilbur greeted you almost as soon as you entered the territory of the main sector of the Greater Dream SMP.
"I had to come back sometime." You smiled and dismounted the charcoal mare you rode. Wilbur embraced you with a long and loving kiss tight to your lips. Something was off. You pulled away and sniffed.
"Wil what's that smell?" You cocked an eyebrow at him and pulled his sweater to your nose, taking in a deep breath. "Cinnamon? Wilbur you smell like cinnamon and vanilla." You stepped back a little, your fears clawing at your throat.
"Ah yeah! Its not what you think I swear! I've been making some potions lately and believe me they reeked so I tried to recreate your scent though I think I applied too much before I came here." Wilbur smiled and clutched your wrist tightly before you could jerk away. Your heart calmed as the smooth syllables of his words ran over your heart. He caressed you gently on your cheek.
"I would never cheat on you darling, but I do get so so lonely. You can't blame me for wanting something of you." Wilbur hugged you and his words tickled your ear causing a blush to rise in your face. Wilbur was not your first partner. Over your adventures you had courted many but none of them had lasted over the course of your longer journeys. All of them left eventually.
"I don't Wil, I just..." You pulled away to look at his face. His beautiful beautiful face. "I just haven't ever had someone care so much to stick around this long."
"Well all those people are fools." Wilbur growled a little and your eyebrows perked. "C'mon, lets go back to mine. I've got a surprise for you!" Wilbur smiled and took the reigns of your horse to lead you away.
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"Darling, can I ask you why you travel so much?" Wilbur said on the way.
"It's mostly just because I can't stand being in place. Probably some underlying trauma I've repressed into being a crutch of social anxiety or something." You joked and let out a chuckle. Wilbur only allowed a faint smile.
"Have you ever thought of staying?" Wilbur looked over at you but kept walking on. "In one place I mean. Putting down roots perhaps?" He pressed. Your chest tightened as the memory of L'manberg's first founding. The chaos it had wrecked on your home in the woods. His chaos.
"I did once..have roots I mean." You cracked a half-hearted smile and let your face close off.
"What happened?" Wilbur dared asked and stopped, you following suit.
'You' You wanted to say. The pain of watching your home burn in the revolution became fresh and for a split second it felt like the world was clear again and you realized just who exactly you were dating right now.
"Nothing. It just....didn't work out for me in the end." You shook your head and pushed away a comforting hand. The air shifted to something dangerous and tense as Wilbur led you on.
"Do you have any preferences for dinner?" He asked and tied up your horse to a fence post. You shook your head.
"Something warm I guess." You smiled and went inside the makeshift house. Wilbur wasn't the best builder that's for sure. His house was cluttered and half put together as if in a rush. Chests were disorganized and there was a crafting bench every few steps. It smelled of old cigarettes and burnt vanilla candles.
You settled down onto his couch and reached for a book that sat on the table beside the furniture. You saw the first few lines and knew immediately you shouted reading it.
Journal Entry 2,145: Eret's Journey
Today was hot. And I mean hot. I'm not sure why they decide to go through a desert every time they go out but I almost had to leave my coat behind just to keep following them.
I saw them stop and let their horse get a drink from the oasis. It looked like some trading went on,nothing unusual, and then they smiled. Not the smile like they got a good deal but the smile I give them. The smile that I ONLY get to give them.
I wouldn't hurt my little star but I can't trust the rest of the world. They're perfect. They're everything wonderful and I've only known people to want to destroy that. It's a struggle to allow Eret near them after everything they've done to us, to me, but a complete stranger?! I don't know their name but they're certainly chatting up my little star.
Even from behind the building I could see the blush on the villager's face. They weren't horribly looking and most Desert civilizations didn't have the normal long nosed and warting faces the plains did. And that made it all worse. The fact that there was a chance they could steal Little Star from me.
You stopped and looked up from the page. It was a struggle to not run away crying. You flipped to the last known entry to see how long ago 2,145 was.
Journal Entry: 2,227
82 days...you'd been with Wilbur almost three months and as you did the math in your head using the times you'd been gone with the days you'd been back it was equivalent to 83. You looked towards the end of the journal entry 2,145 and went still.
The villager struggled that's for sure. Definitely did not like having their hands cut off. This way they can't touch Little Star. I left them out in the desert hoping a little they would bleed out or some bird or wild animal would get to them. Little Star is mine and they will be forever. No puny trades person is going to hurt them or take them away from me.
"Y/N? Whatcha got there?" Wilbur's voice cracked your senses open and you turned around quickly. You remembered the villager from that journey. They'd been so nice and friendly, even offering a place to stay for a while. Sure romantic interest was always a possibility but no moves had been made and you weren't interested in a relationship was the last thing you said to them. They'd been missing when you came back and a patch of sand had been dried with blood and scraps of cloth was outside of town where you came in. You had assumed a llama had been separated and cornered by some coyotes or the buzzards got them.
"N-Nothing. Listen I know its soon but I've gotta run. I forgot to pick up some frog lights for Eret. I'll be gone a while and-" You started to gather up yourself and head for the door. Wilbur's eyes darted to the couch and spotted the open journal. His eyesight, although not the best, could see by the intensity of the writing you had found one of his special entries.
"Little Star, why are you trying to get away from me? Am I not good enough for you?" Wilbur grabbed your arm and stopped you. By the way you struggled he could tell you were scared. Terrified. "I would never hurt you. I love you Little Star. Please, let me love you."
"Wilbur please let me go!" You protested and pulled again at your arm. His grip tightened and his other arm whirled up to hold your chin to face him.
"Y/N. Please. I've only ever done it for you! Everything is for you. I can't be without you Little Star." Wilbur's eyes flared with a red glint that reminded you of blood. The blood in the sand. The blood of how many others that had gone missing from your journeys.
"You're a stalking monster!" You tried to move but Wilbur was too strong. His sly smile turned to one of hurt. The scar that ran down his face and left some of his right side a greenish decaying color twisted with his face into a look of despair... and rage.
"I am the best you'll ever have my dear. I'm the only one that's going to stick around for a nomad because I'm the only one willing to follow you!" Wilbur growled and pulled you closer to him. Your faces stood inches apart and his breath mingled with yours. For a second the moment was tender and soft. Someplace you might have kissed him deeply had it not been so terrifying to get here.
"I don't want anything to do with you Wilbur Soot." You whimpered. His grip loosened for a heartbeat and you took your chance. With all the force you had you hit him. The taller man stumbled back stunned and you ran, mounting your horse and practically ripping the lead off before darting away to the horizon.
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Wilbur held his face where you hit it. A smile spreading on his lips as blood seeped from his cut along the flesh. He watched you ride away. He watched you from his own mount, a chestnut with a white blaze. He followed you. Fought you. Loved you all the way. Together you saw many places. Kingdoms and villages.
No matter where you went he was close. He was getting closer every second. He hardly slept and spent most his night watching you toss and turn in the frantic nightmares. He longed to comfort you. Kiss your temple and hold you. Tell you it was alright.
One day he'd get his wish. For one day you would become tired of running from him and you'd stop. You'd let him hold you. You'd let him kiss you and love you in every way he could. One day you would do the same to him. It was just a matter of time.
He'd follow you to the ends of the Earth and you would follow him into the dark.
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latenightmining · 11 months
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(before long, the crater of l’manberg comes into view. it’s been a while since tubbo’s last visited. each time he does, it seems as though the vines grow longer and longer, and the scar in the earth grows more and more cavernous.)
(he voices neither of those thoughts as he meanders onto the bridge with ranboo.)
how much d’you even remember about doomsday, anyways?
@tubbolul
(ranboo grips the railing of the bridge as he follows tubbo. looking over the edge, he feels a twinge in his knees at just how deep the crater is.)
uhm... (he gets hit with a wave of memories of hurrying to get his cats and squeaks out before everything started and hiding them in the panic room, of hiding from the TNT falling for days, of getting his memory book back from Technoblade, of watching all of his pets and items get destroyed. he feels nauseous.) .... a lot. i remember a lot.
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hopepetal · 1 year
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I know this isn't my usual fanfiction but I'm very proud of this! I did consider changing it from Philza and Techno to two of the hermits because that's what I've really been writing for these days, but I wrote it for emduo so I will post it as emduo!
Without further ado: Phil and Techno dance
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When the idea had first been mentioned to Emperor Blade, he had scoffed. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, the piglin man had leaned back, wearing a look of contemplation. “I think,” he began, with that low, rumbling voice of his, and one could hear the smirk in his tone as he continued,  “I think that you should talk to Phil about it. Get his opinion.” He had chuckled, shuffling the papers on the desk in front of him. “I’m not the most socially attuned person there is, let alone emperor. Now shoo.” And with that he had dismissed the messenger from the room, sending them scurrying off to find the aforementioned Emperor Minecraft.
When Emperor Minecraft was found, he was perching on the railing of one of the many balconies in the palace. Emperor Blade had insisted on the outcroppings being built, knowing how much Phil loved to perch. Emperor Minecraft had been adamant that he would be absolutely fine without the builders having to go through the trouble, but they ended up being built anyway. They were all clearly well used, and the builders were compensated thoroughly for their troubles, their names etched into history books as well as the thrones of the emperors. When Emperor Minecraft heard of the idea, he flushed a bright pink, his downy feathered ears twitching. “Well, mate, I think that’s a bit much,” he admitted, “I mean, really, we’re just emperors, nothing special, I don’t see why we need a ball in our honor-”
Invitations were sent out the next week.
The ballroom was gorgeous, if Phil did say so himself. High, vaulted ceilings really tied the whole ‘royalty’ look together, and it made him much less anxious than he normally would’ve been in a room with a lower ceiling. Elytrians were flighty creatures, and Philza considered himself to be one of the flightiest. Was that even a word? Probably not, but as Techno always said, all words are fake and people are stupid. Nonetheless, Phil took note of the way those ceilings were designed for future projects. 
Look at you, planning for the future. Wasn’t too long ago when you were a hermit, wandering the lands only for your Lady. Philza shook that thought away with a shake of his head, feeling the weight of his emerald earring sway gently from the movement. His gaze returned to the ballroom, architectural mind picking apart the whole build.
It wasn’t just the ceilings that were so exquisitely designed. No, the whole ballroom had a certain… feel to it. Marbled pillars with silvery blue trimming reached high toward the ceiling, the banners of the Antarctic Empire flying on each one. Blue stained glass glowed softly, casting soft blue light across the hall. Phil hated stained glass only slightly less than clear glass- yes, he has a prejudice against glass for reasons completely unrelated to Techno’s constant reminders of that one time he tried to walk through a glass door- but the sight was enough for even him to rethink his position against the colored panes. 
He swayed gently to the music, the musicians just out of sight but the sound clear nonetheless. The whole room gave him the feel of how the Antarctic must look without all the dangers. Soft, beautiful in its simplicity. The most lavish things in the whole room might’ve been the thrones that he and Techno stood in front of, which Phil really thought were too much. It surprised him, really, how much the people adored him and Techno. 
“That’s just what happens when you treat people right,” Technoblade had pointed out, “most of those rulers who complain about their subjects bein’ ‘hard to handle’ are either taxing the air they breathe or doin’ somethin’ just as bad.”
And well, if that wasn’t food for thought, then Phil didn’t know what was!
Emperors Blade and Minecraft stood next to each other, watching on as the attendees twirled and danced in the intricate manner the both had recently attempted to grasp. Phil looked up at his fellow emperor- and Gods, he was tall, even in his more human form- a nervous laugh bubbling up in his throat. “Well… it’s certainly a ball,” he choked out, and Techno laughed at him.
“A ball indeed, old man,” Techno replied solemnly, “you look like a little shote’s doll.” As if he were one to talk. A golden crown rested upon his long pink hair, which had been intricately braided and weaved with gold. He wore a white suit, trimmed with more gold. Over the suit, he had exchanged his usual red cloak for a light blue one that was a darker shade on the inside. The matching emerald earring hung from his pointed ear, and Philza felt pride swell up in him. 
“I think I look lovely as fuck, mate. Chatters thinks so too.” Phil cooed at the crow that hopped up onto his outstretched arm, scratching its head gently. “Yes you do, yes you do! You think I look lovely, don’t you?” Chatters, in its loving way, pecked Phil on the arm and flew off to perch on the arm of his throne. “...okay, you fuck, I see how it is.”
Technoblade laughed, looking Phil over. A silver circlet embedded with emeralds lay nestled in his sun-touched hair, matching the silver cloak he wore over a light blue suit. His wings were adorned with silver thread and even more emeralds- where were they even finding all these jewels, the mines around the Antarctic Empire weren’t all that good- and he had even exchanged his usual cane for a silver one. “You look lovely,” he said in earnest, laughing when his friend flushed a bright pink. “Weren’t expectin’ that one, were you?”
“Not particularly!” Phil practically squeaked out, “but if it makes you feel better, I think you look quite dashing as well.” And after that little embarrassing lovey-dovey moment, the two emperors took a moment to calm themselves, staring straight ahead. Phil gripped his cane a little more tightly than usual, closing his eyes as he mentally cursed his social ineptitude. “So��” He cleared his throat awkwardly, shuffling back and forth. “Where’s your lady friend, mate?”
Techno immediately looked away, suddenly very interested in one of the hanging banners. “Oh, y’know…” he said vaguely, gesturing at the people dancing in front of them, “around… somewhere…” A sigh, and he dropped his head into his hands. “I forgot,” he admitted with a groan. “Whenever I tried, I couldn’t even go up to a lady… because I realized I don’t actually know any.”
Phil blinked, then started to laugh. “Mate, what? You’re literally an emperor, I’m sure the ladies would be throwing themselves at you if they had the chance.” 
“Oh yeah? Then where’s your date?” Techno quipped, smirking when he saw Phil freeze. “That’s what I thought.” A sigh escaped him as he turned to face forward once more. “Well, we can’t just not dance, Phil. It’s a ball for us. If we don’t dance, then the people are gonna get sad, and when your subjects are sad they don’t do things.” His voice grew jokingly panicked. “Phil, my property value. It’s gonna drop. You gotta help me man, I can’t let my property value go down!”
Phil chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you want me to do, dance with you?” he light-heartedly asked, before seeing the look in Techno’s eyes. Horror dawned on the elytrian man’s face. “Absolutely not. You know I’m not- do you want people to keep thinking we’re husbands? I’m married! And you know She gets jealous.” He flexed the hand that bore Death’s ring, a shining obsidian speckled with purple flecks. “Besides, you know I’m a bad dancer. What if I step on your toes?”
Technoblade snorted. “Oh, the horror. My poor, fragile toes, crushed under your incredible weight. Kill me now, for I cannot be saved.” Ignoring Phil’s distressed protesting, the emperor continued. “I have been fatally wounded by my best friend, my partner in crime, my co-emperor. Lay me down to rest in a bed of flowers and set fire to my coffin.” At Phil’s horrified squawk, he shrugged. “I heard some o’ those Northern folks were into that.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Look, Phil, I don’t care about your horrid dancin’. But this is a ball. For us. I don’t know much about social stuff but it seems like it would be a teensy tiny bit rude to not partake in the festivities.” A grin spread across his face, eyes twinkling with something akin to triumph. “Besides, you know you want to dance with me.”
Phil groaned, leaning forward and resting his head against Techno’s chest. “...yeah,” he mumbled, “yeah, I do.” He pulled away, setting aside his cane carefully before holding a hand out to his friend. “Well? May I have this dance, Emperor Blade?” 
With a laugh, Techno took the offered hand. “Why, I would be honored, Emperor Minecraft.”
The pair stepped down from the raised platform their thrones sat on, and joined the dance. 
They had danced before, the angel and his friend, but the dance of the battlefield was a stark contrast to the dance of the ballroom. Nonetheless, they were intimately familiar with how the other moved- how could they not be, when their souls sang for each other?- and found a rhythm in the music. 
An angel and a warrior dance, and the world falls away. Two stars, binary stars, orbiting around each other, and there are stars all around them whirling and glorious in their own orbits but his gaze is drawn to the star that shines brighter than the rest, the soul that is like his and yet isn’t, the soul guarded by whispers of ancient gods, dead gods- 
“Phil. Philza, you’re zonin’ out on me.” The worried voice of Techno snapped Phil back into reality, and he shook his head. “...was that another god thing?” his friend asked, low voice rumbling deep in his chest with concern. 
Phil laughed shakily. “I think- just saw a bit too much, for a moment.” His eyes met Techno’s. He doesn’t even need to concentrate on the steps now, his body moving naturally to match Techno’s. “I’m alright. Sorry about that, mate.” 
Techno chuffed. “You just thinkin’ about how distinguished I look with all these grey hairs?” he joked, an attempt at lightening the mood. “Should’ve seen the stylist’s faces when they saw my human form. You don’t really get grey hairs as a piglin, but as a human…”
Phil hesitantly reached up to brush his hand against Techno’s hair, frowning slightly. A deep dread settled in his stomach. “You don’t have grey hairs,” he muttered, trying to ignore that yes, his friend absolutely does, “you’re only, what, thirty?” A mortal man will age and die just like any other-
A soft smile. “Phil.” And something about his friend’s tone makes Phil suck in a breath, eyes wide as he waits for the soft words of some deep secret or- “Time is fake.”
“Oh my gods,” Phil whispered, grip on Techno tightening. “You can’t- can’t do that to me!” he begged plaintively, gaze distressed, “I thought you were going to-”
“What I’m going to do,” Technoblade interrupted rather rudely, “is twirl you.” 
“Oh no. Don’t you dare- TechnO-!” An emperor shrieked as he was lifted into the air and spun, his wings instinctively snapping open and thankfully hitting no one as they extended to their full length. “Techno, I swear to the gods!” Once put down, Philza bonks his head against Techno’s chest. “You-” Smack. “-son of a-” Bonk. “-Deathless-!” He stopped when he realized the rumbling he was hearing was laughter, and glared up at his friend in mock fury. “You’re laughing. You could’ve given me a heart attack, and you’re laughing.”
Techno smiled down at Phil, amusement in his gaze. “Your tiara is crooked,” he teased, reaching out to gently fix it nonetheless, once again ignoring Phil’s annoyed protests. “There. All better.” 
“It is absolutely not ‘all better’, and I am going to kick you in the shins!” Phil complained, though his sky blue eyes shone with laughter. “After this next dance,” he added quickly, “for the morale. And the property value. Really, you can’t forget about the property value, Tech’.”
And they’re swept up in the dance once more, dancing and dancing until they’re stumbling out of the ballroom to gaze up at the star studded sky, drunk on the exhilaration of the moment. It’s cold out- in the Arctic, it always is- but Philza drapes a wing around Techno’s shoulder and the air loses its chill. A glance over at his winged friend tells Techno all he needs to know- the man is lost in an inescapable grief for the stars. 
“Hey.” At that, Phil tore his gaze away from the sky and looked towards Techno. “You said brave souls get turned into stars. When I die, do you think I’ll go up there?”
A horrified expression, mixed with immeasurable grief, as Phil reached out and cupped Technoblade’s face in his hands. “For your sake, I pray not.”
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cherry-liss · 1 year
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hi~ im cherry~liss, call me cherri for short !! i like writing fanfics so if you have any requests in mind, im here to bring them to u!!
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dream SMP:
C!Tommy
C!Tubbo
CC/C!Wilbur
CC/C!Ranboo
C!Technoblade
C!Nikki
C!Eret
CC/C!Dream
CC/C!Punz
CC/C!Sapnap
CC/C!BBH
CC/C!Quackity
etc.!!! *minors are C! and 18+ members are CC!* *if you ever request on MINORS, i will only do PLATONIC relationships <3. if any content creators OR people who are uncomfortable with ANY of my fanfics, i would gladly take it down!*
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any anime/game characters from:
Genshin Impact
JJK/ Jujutsu Kaisen
Honkai: Star Rail
Honkai 3rd
BDS/ Bungou Stray Dogs
Oshi No Ko
Black Butler
Tokyo Ghoul
Death Note
Code Geass
Parasyte
Sailor Moon
Card Captor Sakura
Madoka Magica
Undertale
Chainsaw Man
MHA/ My Hero Academia
Shaman king
Demon slayer
HXH/ Hunter X Hunter
FairyTail
Lycoris Recoil
Spy X Family
Naruto
Cells At Work!
TSDS/ The Seven Deadly Sins
TPN/ The Promised Neverland
Angels of Death
AOT/ Attack on Titan
Bleach
Assassination Classroom
ATLA/ Avatar: The Last Airbender
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if you ever request on MINORS, i will only do PLATONIC relationships <3 ex. Anya Forger from SXF, i would make it as, comedic side more than the romantic side. because Anya is a minor!
If people REALLY REALLY want a minor paired up with reader/y/n, then i would age up the characters!!
for people who are uncomfortable with ANY of my fanfics, i would gladly take it down!
please specify pronouns if needed!! if you request for a specific character from a show/etc. please add pronouns if possible <3 but if you don't, it's fine as well!!
if you want a specific scenario with chosen character, please specify as well!!
**I DON'T DO SMUT/NSFW!!** i will do n/b or she/her for y/n most of the time.
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thank you for reading! have a good day/night~!
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ao3feed-crimeboys · 1 year
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Sea of Gold and Sapphire
by PyroEmpressPastel
Y'know what time it is? Little mermaid inspired AU with found family and selkie Tommy time!
 “Wilbur, be careful around the railing!”
Wilbur? Is that the human’s name? Theseus took a peek at him.
Curly brunette locks were the first things he noticed. As well as a silver crown that sat proudly on the human's head.
Is he a royal too? If Wilbur were blonde then he and Theseus would look surprisingly similar. Like brothers.
...
He shook his head. A human and a selkie look like brothers? What a funny joke.
Words: 5723, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit
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TWB Bingo: Round 4, Prompt B1: “You and me against the world.”
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“You and me against the world.”
“Always.”
Wilbur was a big fat fucking liar.
Tommy sat on the landing, face pressed up against the bars holding up the staircase railing.
He watched as Wilbur put on his shoes, his jacket, his hat, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. Tommy’s older brother opened the door. He grabbed his suitcase and stepped through the doorway. He closed the door without looking back.
He didn’t even look back to close the door.
Tommy kept waiting to hear the sound of the lock clicking shut.
It never came.
Neither did the sound of a car driving away.
Tommy padded down the stairs. He opened the front door.
No Wilbur.
He stepped back inside the house.
He closed the door.
He turned the lock.
“You and me against the world.”
“Always.”
Tommy blinked the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He leaned back against the door and slid down slowly. He curled up into a ball and buried his head in his knees.
That’s how Techno found him in the morning. “Tommy?”
He looked up with tear stained eyes. “I let him leave,” he wailed.
Techno’s eyebrows knit. “Who?”
“Who else? No one else lives here.” Tommy’s eyes turned pleading. “Wilbur! I let Wilbur leave! I just sat the landing!”
Techno’s face morphed into a scary frown. “Wilbur left?”
“And I let him!”
Techno approached the door. When Tommy hid his face rather than flinch away, Techno slid down the door next to his little brother.
Tommy slumped on to Techno’s shoulder. “I let him leave. I just sat there.”
“You and me against the world.”
“Always.”
“I let Wilbur leave. I didn’t shout. I didn’t run. I should have run after him Techno!”
Techno wrapped his arm around him. “But you didn’t. You can’t change the past Tommy.”
“He said it was going to be us against the world Techno.”
“I know. I heard.”
Tommy wept. “Why do they always leave? First Phil. Now Wilbur. Wilbur didn’t even say he was leaving. At least Phil had the decency—”
“Phil?” Techno cut in. “I thought we were calling him dad?”
“When dads leave they stop being dads,” Tommy seethed. “They can stay fathers, but most times they become Nicks or Jacks or Milos or Phils.”
Techno nodded, curling his arm tighter around Tommy.
“When older brothers leave they become Wilburs.”
“Am I going to become a Wilbur?”
“Are you going to leave?”
“No.”
“Then no.” Tommy sniffled. “Also you wouldn’t become a Wilbur, you would become a Technoblade. Using your full name.”
“Okay.”
“You and me against the world.”
“Always.”
Wilbur was a liar.
Tommy held out his pinky. “You will never leave.”
Techno chuckled. “I might leave this house.” He wrapped his pinky around Tommy’s. “But I won’t leave without you,” he promised.
Tommy wiped away his tears with his free hand. “You and me against the world, forever and always.”
“Forever and always.”
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“You and me against the world,” Wilbur whispered to a crying Tommy.
“Always,” the little boy said, curling into his older brother’s warm embrace.
When Wilbur promised it was him and Tommy against the world after Phil left he meant it.
When Tommy promised it would be like that forever Wilbur didn’t say anything.
Only a child wishes for always. An adult knows that everything must come to an end. It’s your choice weather to be the master of your own destiny, or to let the end sneak up on you.
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blackout174 · 2 years
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Disregard (part one)
Technoblade x Reader.
Can be inferred as Platonic or Romantic.
Tw!: Blood, injuries, mentions of death.
Part 2
You were lazily leaned against the wall of the EXP spider grinder when you felt your comm vibrate.
You groaned and briefly considered ignoring it because it could be calling you somewhere, as you had been waiting for nearly half an hour, but relented when it went off once more.
You flicked it out, perhaps expecting Tommy to be yelling at you to help him mine, or Skeppy asking you to help him troll.
You have 2 new messages!
TB: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭.
TB: 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘓'𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦.
...
You inwardly give a small 'fuck' as you sprint to the water elevator and regretfully send one last look to the spiders.
You shoot up, and you feel yourself getting angry.
This is the third time in the past two weeks he's needed medical. Which also means he doesn't have the potions to do it himself.
So now it's your job.
Great.
You hop on the trident platform and shoot off towards L'manhole.
You land on the closest plantform to L'manhole and start running, pulling out potions as you get closer.
You make it to the bridge and see Techno sitting on the rail, and you feel a spark of anger.
He turns towards you and you see that his hands are stained red, pressing against the injury in his lower abdomen to stop the flow of blood.
"Fuck, get over here," You grunt out and he complies as he half walks-half limps over to you and sits on the ground.
You kneel and a strained silence takes over you both as you patch up the wound.
He refuses to look at you, staring off into the distance, and you feel that spark of anger grow once more.
The words are bubbling over before you can stop them.
"Why are you so fucking reckless? Can't you see that you're about to get yourself ki-"
He cuts you off with a jerk.
"It's fine-"
"No it's not!" You burst and he finally meets your eyes, with a surprised look in his face.
"You're always doing this! And I always, fucking always, have to either come and bail you out or stop what I'm doing to come patch you up!"
You feel tears burn at the back of your eyes as he tries to brush it off with some excuse.
"Shut up."
"But-"
"Shut. Up. Shut the fuck up! You never learn! I am constantly afraid that you'll die! You may be strong, but you're not immoratal!" You yell and you dully note that you're both standing up now, and you hear him scoff.
"Well at least I'm not being so dramatic."
You pause as the words that mean nothing to him stab you like knives.
"Dramatic? Fucking dramatic!? Fine! Fucking help yourself next time you're on deaths doorstep." You yell and start storming off.
He starts after you.
"Oh c'mon-"
"No, I'm not gonna keep being your 'get out of trouble' card, fuck off." You hissed and you thank XD that it started raining as you trident away, hearing him shout after you to come back.
You won't be disregarded by him anymore.
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I swear that part 2 will be fluff.
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What would Roderick do if he wanted to take a break from being stuck with a pompous rabbit person so he went to the local Pizzaplex and was immediately met with the chaos he's accommodated to
Would it be like Technoblade sadly having to be engaged on his day off?
Or would it be like Horse running straight into the Taurnado?
I think he’d find the place pretty cool, I mean it’s super techy and that alone fills his nerd brain with delight but also I’d be lying if I’d say he’d have a GREAT time.
If he ever ended up at the daycare, I feel suns height + his habit of suddenly jumping down from high places to pick people up would result in him getting so startled that he almost falls over the lobby railing. And sun just picks him up by the armpits like a child.
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elliot-needs-sleep · 5 months
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Tommyinnit: Vigilante extraordinaire
Chapter 1: First Meetings
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Chapter 2 ->
Fandom: DSMP (but also technically not, it's a vigilante au)
Fic type: Long Form
Characters: Tommy, Technoblade
Word count: 1,037
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Tommy was NOT scared. Well, maybe he was a bit scared, not that he'd ever tell anybody that.
However, being hunted down by one of the top heroes in Europe was a tad bit terrifying, even if he knew for a fact he was going to get away.
Or, at least he hoped he was going to get away. A jail cell was not exactly where he wanted to spend his night.
He jumped to another roof, rolling and popping back up to continue running, pushing himself as fast as he could.
He didn't know that much of the hero following him, other then his hero name was 'The Blade'. He knew that his power was similar to a villain he'd once heard of, but he didn't know the specifics. He only knew that anybody who got cut by his sword ended up paralyzed for a bit. And that was NOT a fate that was gonna befall THE Tommyinnit, vigilante extraordinaire.
Or again, at least that's what he hoped.
He caught a glimpse of pink and black as he turned his head, and definitely did NOT shriek when he realized that the hero was still on his tail.
He readjusted his mask, looking desperately for another route. At this rate, if he couldn't find another way out, he WOULD be caught. And nobody wants that.
He spots a taller building not far from where he's currently running, and changes course to make the jump for it. He launches himself off the edge, hands reaching for the railing he was trying to grab. He cheers as his hands grip onto it, and doesn't notice that the railing is rolling, the loose piece of metal tilting. Tommy's grip slips.
And next thing Tommy knew, he was falling through the air, hurtling towards the ground that was previously so far away from him. So this was the end of Tommyinnit, charming and manly vigilante extraordinaire?
"Gotcha, kid." Next thing he knew, he got caught before he could hit the ground.
"Wha?" He peered up at the person who caught him, and immediately tried to struggle out of the man's grip. Out of The Blade's grip.
"Calm down, calm down, Im not taking you in. Thats too much work." The Blade chuckled, and let's Tommy down, who immediately rushes as far away from him as he can. So, to the other side of the alley, grabbing the collapsible staff that Tubbo had designed for him from his pants pocket, having lost his sweater on the run. He needed a new one anyways, but it was still a pain.
"Then... then why did you catch me?" Tommy was a little bit shaken from the fall, hands holding the staff he had in front of him for protection. He tried to pretend that his hands weren't shaking.
"Because you were gonna die or end up hurt. And that's just not fun." The Blade shrugs, leaning up against the wall of the building behind him, and Tommy just stares at him.
"Aren't you a hero? Aren't you.. ya know... supposed to arrest me?" Tommy narrows his eyes suspiciously at the man in front of him, who just shrugs again.
"Eh. Technically, yeah. But also, whats the point? You're harmless, anyways." Tommy sqwaks in indignation.
"I am not harmless! I am Tommyinnit, vigilante extraordinaire and certified crime stopper!" The Blade snorts, arms crossed over his chest as he raises an eyebrow at the teenager in front of him.
"Mhm, except for the part that you're not certified. Thats why you're a vigilante." Tommy glares at him, and wonders if he could land a hit on the man with his staff before The Blade could react.
Probably not.
"Well then am I free to go?" The Blade tilts his head to the side, seemingly pondering for a second.
"First you're gonna answer some questions. Then sure, you're free to do whatever you feel like." Tommy's eyes narrow further, studying the man in front of him. He wore a mask that only covered up to the brdige of his nose, pink hair pulled back out of his face in a ponytail, bangs almost covering his eyes. He wore all black, and his sword remained in its sheath on his hip. He sighed before collapsing the staff and putting it back into his pocket, arms crossed over his chest.
"Fine." The Blade chuckles a bit before starting his questioning.
"What's your name?" The Blade asks, and Tommy pauses, considering his options. He could give him his real name or...
"Tommyinnit." Vigilante name it is then. The Blade doesn't seem to question it, meaning that he probably expected Tommy to give him his vigilante name and not his real one.
"Why does a vigilante wear sweats and a Philza t-shirt?" Tommy scoffed, trying to ignore the flush of embarresment thats creeping up his neck.
"Well I DID have my hoodie, but unfortunately I had to ditch it when you pinned me to a wall with a knife!" He huffed, glaring at the hero who snorts at him again.
"It was a dagger, and that hoodie was garbage anyways." Tommy pauses, staring at him with a bunch of complex emotions.
"My friend made it for me! Or well, he bought it and then customized it for me!" The Blade shrugs, before asking another question.
"What's your power?" Tommy froze for a second, scared to answer. Not many people were that accepting to those who didn't have a power, especially some heroes. Tommy had his own experiences with those types of heroes, but he didn't think that The Blade was one of them.
"Don't have one." He shrugged, playing off his hesitation like he was just considering his options, and The Blade hummed, tilting his head.
"That's why you're a vigilante, then?" Tommy nods, and The Blade hums again in response.
"Well, you're free then. See you around, kid." The Blade salutes with two fingers, and in the blink of an eye, he's gone.
Tommy stares at the spot where the hero once stood, before sighing and starting the walk back to his apartment.
He had a LOT of research to do. And he needed to talk to Tubbo about this.
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duskys-dreams · 7 months
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After we managed to track down the evil queen in the school gym and defeat her, we used parallel universe magic to turn her into Lukas the fishperson. He was badly injured. I scooped him up (marvelling at how light he was) and carried him outside.
I had to set him down into a water tank so we could go past and into the building, but a giant piranha/parrot fish crossbreed charged at us (it had been a repeat antagonist in our quest to find the evil queen) and a teacher helped drag us out of the water just in time. He then continued his tour of the place with two small children, a boy and a girl. It resembled the school hallway that had Madame LeBlanc’s class.
We went to a store with my mom, dad, and brother, and we bought me some cool white fingerless gloves. Most of the place was filled with water, so Lukas was fine. A ten-foot-tall woman picked him up and carried him around for a bit, expressing that she “just had to because he was so cute.”
Some sort of technicality made Lukas my uncle, so I called him Uncle Lukas exactly once.
We went home, and I hung out with Lukas in my room. He couldn’t talk, so we figured out a communication system with three different kinds of leaves.
We went downstairs for a bit, and I saw that Lukas was uncomfortable with all the people, so I hauled the railings out of place so he could slip in. The dogs followed us. Papère gave me the railing cap so I could screw the railings back into place.
When we went back upstairs, Lukas met with a bunch of other fish-people and built a huge park out of grass blocks for them to live in. There was one of those rideable plastic horses that went back and forth, it was very amusing to watch the legless fish-people riding it. I tried to get a picture with my phone, but I had to go back into my room to find it. Lukas followed me and picked up the middle leaf, signifying that he thought something was wrong.
We went back to the park and found Technoblade, an unfamiliar fishperson, trying and failing to spawn on our park. The others had built a piston device to push him away so he would fall into the void each time. It was very funny.
The ninjas from Ninjago took me on a car ride, and I left Lukas with the other fishpeople to wait. Last time I was in a car, I rammed into someone else’s car in a gas station, and she was pissed. We had to fix the massive dent with chocolate bars (it was very important that it was a 3 by 3.) So, I wasn’t allowed to use any devices in the car at all. I grumpily sat in the passenger seat and snuck a peek at what Lukas was up to with the camera.
Technoblade has found himself a mech and was attacking all the fish people, left and right. He was winning easily, and the fishpeople would not be able to survive for much longer.
I told the ninja friends in the car that I wasn’t comfortable just sitting here while my real family was slaughtered, so I reset and teleported back home.
I landed in the midst of the battle and started using my water powers to weaken the mech. I wasn’t doing much. The only other ninja there was one with dark powers, and it was a struggle to not accidentally make him stronger with it. He could summon these eye things, but if the mech hit it with his tail, it would become stronger.
Then Kai appeared and started fighting with me, using his more effective fire powers to weaken the mech further with a spectacular display of fire jets in the ground.
More and more ninja started appearing, and we all fought as one. The fishpeople were long gone at this point, hiding in my room.
Suddenly, a huge purplish ball captured all of us. We were trapped, suspended in it. Technoblade started cackling evilly at having defeated us so easily.
I looked over at the corner and saw Lukas holding the rotten leaf, which meant he would help. He looked at me intensely, waiting for me to give him something to work with.
I told my ninja friends to start shooting their powers randomly, to show desperation, and more importantly, mask what I was about to do. They obliged, and after a moment I shot a jet of water at Lukas.
The other fishpeople appeared, and started wielding the water themselves, using it as a weapon against the mech. I shot more ammo to them.
It was working! While my friends shot magic randomly (they couldn’t see outside the ball) and occasionally hit the mech by chance, the fishpeople would send the water at him with deadly accurate aim. I just had to keep giving them water to work with.
The barrage got stronger, the entire battlefield was alight with different kinds of magic. “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO...!” Technoblade screamed as his mech started stumbling, and finally fell over the edge with him in it.
We celebrated, then I woke up.
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