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petitelepus · 1 year
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Hiii!! Requesting a TFP Normal and Humans Are Cute!AU matchup! Autobot or Decepticon is fine!
Appearance: female, short, long brown hair, green eyes, chubby, a September Virgo
Sexuality: straight, cis
Likes/Interests: history, true crime, weird medical cases, zoology, 2000’s pop, techno music, nature, thunderstorms, biology, reading, silence, writing, drawing, vintage horror movies, dry humor, antique stuff.
Personality: Very shy but once comfortable, I become more outgoing, loud, passionate and talk alot about interests but like to have days where I keep to myself. I like to keep to myself but sometimes I yearn to connect with others but I don’t know how as I’m not very good at socializing. I am timid and easy to pushover but I may argue back. Hate conflict, don’t want any. I prefer companionable silence over talking. Tend to think with my emotions but I try to think logically. I believe actions speak louder than words.
My love language is: Mainly quality time, acts of services and words of affirmation. Sometimes physical touch like hugs and resting head on them.
Dislikes/Fears: the dark, being stalked, bugs, people quick to anger, close-mindedness, people who think they know everything about something/someone but actually don't know shit. Entitlement. People who portray themselves to be good natured but are actually awful. People who preach a change but don’t bother to do anything about it. Most people in general tbh.
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I match you with Dreadwing!
This Decepticon warrior might just be the most loyal and honorable Con there actually is. He takes notice of you on the battlefield, lost and scared and not an Autobot in sight so he makes the decision to grab you and take you to Nemesis with him. At least there you would be safe until he figured out what to do with you.
…But the blue con didn't expect to fall for you. You may be a human and shy one, but you're unnaturally… Cute to him. Maybe returning you home can wait for a day or a week or two?
Dreadwing makes sure you are comfortable and gives you time if you want or need it and slowly you start to warm up to him.
He is interested in you and wants to know more about you and he doesn't miss how you smile brighter when you talk about your interests such as music, history, vintage horror, and so much more. Dreadwing doesn't know that much about Earth so he asks you to teach him, a task you accept happily.
Do you believe actions speak louder than words? That's a good saying and Dreadwing himself believes in it also. He has proven to you that he cares about you and you have shown that you aren't just an ordinary human but you can see further.
He is gentle and careful with you, never raising his voice with you around him. If you ever feel like just being with him in comfortable silence he nods and enjoys your silent company.
When the two of you take your relationship to the official level, Dreadwing makes sure to always bring you something nice when he visits the Earth and he tells you every day how he loves you and how much you mean to him.
You perfectly described Starscream when talking about your dislikes and the blue Con honestly returns the feelings. He doesn't trust Starscream one bit, but he works for Megatron, to who Dreadwing's loyalty belongs, and because of that he can't hurt Starscream.
But if that schemer ever tries anything with you, Dreadwing doesn't hold back anymore. Your safety comes before Starscream's well-being.
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Shockwave is your Owner!
At first, Shockwave paid no mind to humans. They were just pests living off as parasites on Earth, on Unicron's body.
When he first saw you, he was going to ignore you and be on his way and continue his experiments, but then he thought about it...
The Autobots seem to thrive with human pets of their own so maybe having you as Shockwave's pet would increase his work ethic and better yet produce superior results?
With that in his mind, he turned, picked you up, and took you back to Nemesis with him.
You are shy and quiet and he doesn't mind it one bit, but he soon understands that he should not underestimate you.
For a human, you are very observant of your surroundings and you can make realistic assumptions based on the information you're given.
Shockwave will give you things to keep you occupied and from growing bored or even dull. He gives you things to use like a computer but enables it so you can't request help. Pet or not, even those can bite the hand that feeds them.
Arguments don't happen between the two of you. Shockwave has made it clear to you that he is the dominant one and that you are his pet. Your job is to be there for him and in return, he takes care of you.
Despite being emotionless, there are times when the Decepticon scientist does compliment you. Like, he reads one of your stories and admires your grammar or he compliments your drawing technique.
He very rarely does this, but once in a while, he will nod at you, "You have performed well given the time you had in your arsenal. You have earned yourself a chance to request a meal and dessert of your own choice for today."
Yes, he uses compliments, stuff, and food to reward you.
Shockwave will punish you if you misbehave. He thinks that the best way for a pet, for you to learn what is right and what is wrong is by punishing you when you act badly.
He will scold you, but if you don't take a hint and apologize then he will take a more extreme approach and locks you in a dark closet until you are begging for his forgiveness.
Shockwave holds tight discipline, as his rewards and punishments are both extreme, but they do show clear results. Do as he says and play along and you will be taken good care of.
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abel-oc · 1 year
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Doing a questions post for Lyos so I can figure him out! I'll do Micah next. Who reads these I don't care this is for me ! 😈 Taken from blog jovishark
1. Are they happy with their body?
Yes! He can shape shift anyway as per standard incubus lore. But he likes how he looks how I've been drawing him most. He would give himself big boobs even though he's gay in succubus mode though
2. Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos?
Not secret but his ears and tounge are done! Maybe his belly button I'm deciding still. I am toying with the idea of womb markings but they are very stupid maybe a tramp stamp
3. Do they collect anything?
Not really as he doesn't have anywhere to put them, probably leaves knickknacks in Abel's house though ( he wouldn't like this )
4. What is their favorite music genre?
Rock / techno!
5. What music genre, if any, do they hate the most?
Pop and church choir music it's probably cringe to him
6. What is their phone background/lock screen?
No phone! But if he got one probably a selfie
7. What is their shoe size?
He can extend it if he wants .big
8. Do they have a favorite fabric or texture?
Not fussed but ended up with mainly leather
9. Do they have a favorite professional sport?
He probably gets into most of them he would watch sport on TV and get heated about it
10. How do they decorate their living space?
Male living spaces
11. Are they messy, or do they clean up?
Messy! Even without having stuff he manages
12. What’s their preferred sleeping position?
Big spoon
13. Did they have a favorite comfort item as a child?
I don't know if he ever WAS a child. Bigger question
14. Do they have a favorite period in history?
Thought humans used to dress super funny in the 1800s
15. Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to make?
Doesn't really need to but probably tries, he's ok at best. Frozen pizza
16. What food do they hate eating?
Fish he's not used to it
17. Do they have any allergies?
Maybe like. Holy water
18. What was their worst injury?
Probably bent his dick doing reverse cowgirl or something
19. What movie is most likely to make them cry?
He cries easily I think. I haven't seen many movies LOL idk titanic was popular at the time of the setting
21. Can they dance? Do they like to?
He is probably just ok like he doesn't make a fool of himself but not much further than that
22. What was their favorite birthday gift?
Whatever Abel gives him for the first one they've met for is probably the first thing he's received for it
24. What kind of cake or birthday treat would they prefer?
Ice cream cake
25. What is their favorite animal?
Dogs! Big ones
26. Do they wear perfume/cologne? What is their favorite scent?
Doesn't wear it, thinks Abel's is nice. Likes food smells like bread or beer
27. What smell do they hate the most?
Fish as well
28. What sound do they hate the most?
Nails on chalkboard type noises
29. What video game would appeal to them the best?
If he had exposure to them probably FPS. I think he would like doom
30. How would they relax on a day off/rainy day?
Post coming to human world, would probably go bother Abel with whatever he's doing, maybe he's learning guitar he might play that too
31. Are they combative? What is their fighting style?
Yes, would punch people. Short fuse
32. Would they be the one to start an argument?
Yes. Would insinuate someone was chicken
33. What is their personal style? Favorite outfit?
Kind of bdsm ish punky clothes. Likes wearing as little as possible
34. Do they have a dream job?
No way! He does not dream of labour
35. What do they do if they can’t fall asleep?
Wank !!!
36. Do they wear makeup regularly? If they don’t, would they consider wearing any?
His red eyeliner is actually permanent I'm thinking he got someone to do it in hell like they must have body artists there / some kind of magic thing. He wouldn't put it on every day. Would wear it if Abel or someone else put it on him, wears lipstick in succubus mode if he has to
37. Do they prefer to be really cold or really warm?
Warm! He hates the cold but also won't wear extra clothes to avoid it
39. Can they drive? What vehicles are they licensed to operate?
He has not learnt, probably wants to ride a motorbike
40. Do they believe in true love? Have they experienced it?
He would but only if he was in love, that would be true love. No one elses would be. Has a somewhat warped perception of love though
41. Are they married? Do they want to be?
Would want to it seems fun as long as he can still sleep around
42. If they have siblings, do they like any of them? Would they rather be an only child?
I need to come back to this if he did they would be sort of distant
43. What do they think is their worst quality? What is their actual worst quality?
I think he knows he's too quick to start a fight. He's too easy to make mad in general
44. Do they lie often? Are they good at it?
Doesn't need to often, would be fine unless he forgot some intricacies like for a convoluted plan etc
45. Are they good at keeping secrets?
Probably not!
46. How do others see them? How accurate is it to how they really are?
I think they are pretty accurate he is very much the same outwardly as he is inside
47. What kind of first impression do they usually make?
Wow this guy is loud
48. What are they most afraid of?
He doesn't want to be alone or die hungry
49. Would they ever kill anybody?
Guarantee he has done this
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misugsblog · 2 years
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Hi! This is my Personal Statement
Introduction
My name is Misug Cho. I am 23 years old, born and raised in Almaty, Kazakhstan. I am in IID and double majoring in CDM. I am pretty introverted and quiet at first, however I like meeting new people. I am from a multicultural background; my mother is Kazakh and my father is a second-generation Korean born in Kazakhstan. Ever since I was a child I enjoyed drawing and expressing myself through handmade crafts and fashion. I have tried lots of different types of art, from painting to sculpting. A few years ago I’ve decided to challenge my art skills and try myself at tattooing. For the past couple of years, tattooing has been a hobby of mine that I enjoy a lot. Another thing that I really like is music. I enjoy all kinds of different genres, from hip hop to techno. Some of my favorite music artists are Tyler, the Creator, Zoloto, Joji, and Hope Tala. I really like listening to music while I’m working on something or drawing. It helps me concentrate and inspires me.
I really enjoy hiking and being in nature. Kazakhstan has beautiful nature, especially my home town which is surrounded by mountains. Nature helps me relieve stress and recharge.
I like spending time with my friends and boyfriend, cooking and eating good food, watching Netflix shows, and drawing.
Journey in Korea/UIC
My journey in Korea started with language lessons. After that, I decided to apply to UIC. My friend recommended this university to me, and after looking at the available majors, I’ve decided that the Techno-Art Department is a good match for me. I have enjoyed my time in UIC so far, because of the IID and CDM classes and the friends I made along the way. I really like that TAD has such different courses to choose from. It allowed me to learn many new skills that I’m sure would help me in my journey in becoming a good designer.
What I want to learn from the UXRM course is to gain a deeper understanding of HCI/UX design and the processes that it includes. All fields of design are shifting towards Human Centered Design, which makes it so important to study. Although I am in my senior year, I believe that UX design is such a multi-faceted  industry and I have a lot more to learn about it.
My dreams
It’s quite tricky to specifically state what my dream is. I am an anxious person and thinking of the future worries me. However, there is one dream that I have for sure: it is to be happy and healthy. I want to be surrounded by people I love and to be at peace.
Professionally speaking, I want to become a good UX designer or the leading designer in a company. I want to eventually open my own company. The future is never certain, so I don’t know if this will come true or not. But I always want to be in a space where I am free to express myself creatively and earn good money by doing what I enjoy. To live with as few burdens as possible, to live freely, and to always keep learning.
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strandedcrow · 3 years
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hear me out, rivals but make it university
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tea-with-veth · 3 years
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Dual Blades
They are both already legends when they meet. Maybe that’s part of what pulls them together, like two magnets. In the end, it was always going to be Philza and Technoblade, the angel of death and his blood god.
Phil meets a man (not quite human) who should still be a boy, with voices in his head, and chaos in his soul, and he took him under his wings, and never let him go. And Techno finds a man (not quite human) with a blade drenched in blood and kindness in his eyes, and he vowed to offer him the world if that’s what he wanted.  
They rotate around one another, a dangerous double-sided weapon, as they conquer countries and bring kings to their knees and move on and you can only fight so many battles side by side with another person before you are more than allies. And you can only save one another’s lives so many times before you are more than friends. 
By the time the Antarctic Empire is a name that inspires terror, hatred, and awe Phil and Techno are something more indeed.
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Phil is the first person Techno tells about the voices. 
Phil finds him, late one night, when they both should be asleep, slumped against an icy corridor wall, eyes too wide, staring out into nothing, breath shallow, trembling like a leaf.
Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god----
“Techno? Mate?”
Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god----
Techno’s nails are digging into his arm, breaking skin and drawing blood as he tries to ground himself back into the present, and he can barely hear Phil’s concerned voice over the ringing chorus in his ears. It’s too much and Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god----
Gentle hands slip into his and restrain his clawing fingers, and he clutches them gratefully, tethered by the touch, gripping so tightly he feels certain he must be hurting Phil. But his friend doesn’t flinch. 
“Techno,” he says in a voice as soft and quiet as snowfall just outside, “Techno what is it?”
He crumbles, and the words come pouring out of him, telling Phil everything, about the voices, the way they scream into his ears and eat him from the inside, and how they push him and pull him, how he feels trapped in a tug of war with himself and the voices fighting control of that space between his ears, how he can’t remember what silence sounds like--
Somehow the act of saying it calms him, and he’s no longer panicked. Now he’s simply afraid, afraid of what Phil will think. He peers out from behind tangled pink hair falling over his face, trying to read his friend’s face. Phil is looking at him, into his eyes, like he’s trying to see something on the other side. 
“Phil?” 
“Hey,” the older man says, “I don’t know if you lot can hear me, but if you can, give my friend a little peace.”
Oh. 
Is it his imagination or do the voices quiet, just a bit?
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And when, a month later, Philza awakens to find Techno at his door, he recognizes that look in his eyes. 
They spend the night in silence, but he braids Technoblade’s hair, working through the tangles with a comb, and weaving it into complicated patterns, and at some point the hybrid falls asleep slumped against his shoulder, and Phil suddenly feels whole. 
************
The voices like Phil. That’s one thing they and Techno can agree on. 
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Their names echo across worlds, and if people turn to Techno’s blade in war, and Philza’s kind eyes in peace, they don’t seem to mind. 
And when Philza says “you’re like one of my sons,” Techno does not say you are a father and a brother and the only family I’ve ever had, and I would bring the world to your feet if you wanted it, and I would do anything for you because he knows Philza understands. So he just nods and they keep on walking across the barren snowy expanse, snowflakes caught in their hair, and a thousand stars spinning above them, bright as lanterns. 
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Eventually, the Empire ends. It’s not exactly planned. But Techno says one day, “I think I’m ready to keep moving,” and the next morning he’s gone.
Phil isn’t worried. He makes his arrangements and packs away the beautiful blue cloak and goes home to his sons. 
There’s a bit of emptiness there, but Phil isn’t worried. He and Techno are something more, two twin soldiers, two halves of a whole, two kings of an empire. Phil isn’t worried, because he knows he’ll see his friend again.
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The next time Techno meets Phil, at a tournament, he’s with his sons. They’re like their father, children of chaos, and Techno likes them for it. When, at the end of a long day, dizzy with the euphoria of triumphant victory, Wilbur lets slip that he thinks of Techno as another brother, he’s flattered, and his heart lights up like a smoldering ember in his chest. 
Phil didn’t quite realize how barely-more-than-a-child-he’s-Wilbur’s-age-oh-god his ally was until he sees him next to his oldest son, and they’re laughing together. Suddenly he’s thinking back to all those battles, to those torturous nights back in their frozen fortress when the voices were too much, and he resolves to be something more for this young warrior who has grown up far too fast.
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Techno likes Philza’s children, and so it’s for their sake as well as his old friend’s that he comes to their aid when the local government needs some of his signature anarchist chaos. 
(“How does one go from an Emperor to an anarchist?” Wilbur asks, late one night, as they sit around the fire in Pogtopia, eating baked potatoes)
(How does the son of an Emperor become an exiled ex-president who just wants to watch the world burn? Techno wonders) 
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He does not speak to Phil again, until that terrible, beautiful morning, the sun rising across a very different snowy plain when Phil knocks on the door of the little cabin. He looks different than Techno remembers, shattered. It’s not just the wings, feathers burned into crumbling ash by explosions, it’s the broken expression in his eyes that Techno doesn’t recognize. 
“Come in,” he says.
And Phil does not say I saw my son again today, and I didn’t know him anymore, and I killed my son, I killed my son, Wilbur is gone--
And Techno does not say They used me, they used me, I was nothing but a weapon to them all, in the end, I didn’t matter, and he doesn’t speak the bitter taste of betrayal on his tongue. 
They don’t need to say it. They know.
But Techno holds Phil tightly in his arms when his friend breaks into fractured sobs, and later that night they sit by the fire, and Phil re-braids Techno’s hair, gently smoothing about the tangles, and the voices quiet. 
And they do not point out that their tangle of allegiances means that technically they are enemies. Because, when the lines and swords are drawn, they know exactly where they stand.  
“I think I’m going to retire.” 
“I think that’s a good idea.”
They are two soldiers, twin blades, and they know they never really rest. 
But it’s nice to pretend they have a chance at peace.
Phil leaves with a compass in one pocket and an emerald in the other, and though he’s going back to L’manburg, his heart’s home is a small cottage in a snowy field.
They know where they stand. Phil and Techno will stand with one another.
After all, dual blades should be wielded together. 
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normally-alexis · 3 years
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||Choked up
Pairings - Wilbur x Reader
Warnings - Heavily implied NSFW, Gore-related topics, knife kinks, spitting kink, Pain kink.
Summary - Nights before L'manburg was destroyed and Wilbur went insane you meet up with him and stay over.
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L'manburg was pretty much peaceful even though Dream and everybody else didn't want it on the server. It wasn't really bothering anybody so far even though some people, it's mainly just a place to get out of the tough rules of the smp.
You hadn't got into much trouble since you were partially on dream smp's side even though you switch sides pretty often. Whichever side would win you would switch to that side because you didn't want to pick sides you'd be a villain in either's eyes.
Hanging out with Tommy was fun even though he was three years younger than you. It wasn't weird since you both had a strong relationship with Wilbur and Philza. Philza was a father figure to all of you even though you weren't in the slightest related.
Growing up with Wilbur and Techno as best friends was pretty amazing, they taught you a few things throughout your teenage years. Philza before adopting Tommy was nicer to the three of you manly you and Techno.
Being the only female was different, you didn't have special perks as a kid, you were treated like a boy just with fewer responsibilities. Thinking back from when you were a kid towards now it was very rare for people to have kids on the smp. People just adopted children when you think about it.
Techno wasn't really in the Dream smp anymore he was with Philza somewhere out there. Tommy and Tubbo were kids and nobody really wanted them to do anything, they were still sorta young so they just joined L'manburg.
Nothing to stress about at the moment, still being one of the youngest adults of the smp gave you very few privileges. You had to take advantage of them while they lasted at the moment. Since it wasn't safe to live in L'manburg or on the Dream smp you had a bunker underground.
Why wasn't it safe? Anybody who picks sides cannot change that side, if you were on L'manburg's side you would be a big target considering you did have a private association with Dream.
You were underground sorting out some armor and some blueprints, you always have to move a lot if anybody ever saw you so why not be prepared? You kept sketching and erasing multiple times until you age up and burnt it.
The smoke was pretty bad to inhale so you move to an area where there wasn't much smoke at. It's pretty much clouding up the bunker and you start coughing, it's not that bad so you grab a potion and throw it on the burning blueprints.
It's not clouded up anymore even though you could have let it burn out. You drop your armor and weapons on the ground because you wouldn't be needing it at the moment. making your way over to your seat you sit down and look at all the notes in your notebook.
Flipping through the pages seeing if you found any notes you probably had written but most likely forgot were noted down. You stop at a page because it wasn't remembered from last time, it's a note from an anonymous person saying to come to the back of L'manburg.
You look back to see if anybody's there even though there's clearly nobody there. It must have been written early when you had left out. You push your chair out and then stand up, You take a moment and hesitate to think if you should do it or not.
It's a win and lose situation but what's life without a few risks? You leave from the seating of the area and walk over towards the ladder. Before climbing up the ladder you turn the lights off not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.
You grab onto the ladder and push yourself up placing your legs on the ladder, you climb up the ladder. Once you reach the top you push the top open and the trap door was forced open, you place one hand on the ground and place another hand on the ground.
You push yourself up and get on the top of the surface part of the ground. You take a small breathe and close the top. You push yourself up from off of the ground, you knew where L'manburg was since it was a pretty often visit.
You move throughout all the leaves and in vines, it's pretty normal to walk through it all. A few thoughts crossed your mind thinking about it, Dream wouldn't try contacting you that way he'd just catch you in the middle of the Dream smp and pull you to the side.
Thinking about meeting in L'manburg it would only be Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Eret, Fundy, or Niki. It's not really Important who invited you but you really did want to know. You walk over to the area of the Dream smp and pass Tommy's house. It's pretty abandoned but you didn't bother starring at it too long.
You walk past it and walk towards the bridge that usually leads to L'manburg, you stop for a moment and hear a singing noise. It's not anywhere in sight per say but it's loud enough to hear. It's within the walls beside you and you put your ear on the wall.
It's more of a humming sound, you remove your ear from the wall and roam your hands along it. You hit a button along the wall not surprised but the wall opens up and the humming is more clear.
You enter inside of the cobblestone room not really expecting anything. The floor made a little sound when you entered inside of the room. You look on the ground and there's a few blood clots on the floor and some guts along with it.
You cover your mouth backing yourself backing into the corner. You sorta had a dislike of blood, not Hemophobia but it wasn't your favorite to be in a room filled with something dead. You look up and see Wilbur finishing cutting something up.
He already heard you since you had entered the room. He turns around and removes his gloves which were stained with blood. It's not a human thankfully but it's a dead animal, still very uncomfortable in this situation.
Wilbur looks up at you not very surprised  up at the moment, " What's wrong?" The whole display itself was wrong. You uncover your mouth smelling all the disgusting rotting corpses, "You're killing animals and letting them rot," How is he not disgusted? You roam around the room seeing more dead animals.
Wilbur tries explaining himself while coming towards you, but you get very distracted by all the blood splatter on the ground and much more graphic stuff. You weren't looking at him meaning that he knew your attention wasn't on his apology.
He grabs your hair and tugs on it making you shift your attention at him. Pulling and tugging on your hair really hurt because it's like being forced by Wilbur. As tough as you seemed whenever you had armor on being without armor is a completely different story.
"What's wrong tell me, you had a lot of nerve coming from somebody who would fuck literally anybody attractive enough," It's very weak of you to get degraded by somebody who doesn't even know how to defend himself.
"Or anybody who even found you attractive," You knew your worth but whenever somebody tells you something about criticizing yourself you'd just believe it and fix yourself. Was he right? You can't answer that yourself.
You had gone pretty silent and it causes Wilbur to get more aggressive with you. He knees your in your stomach not damaging your internal organs but it just made you feel weak and you tremble on your knees.
You grip onto your stomach squeezing it together, He's treating you like complete shit. He stops kneeing you and he pinches your cheek practically teasing you. You weren't even supposed to be meeting Wilbur at the moment.
Responding would get you in trouble and not responding would get you in more trouble. He's very agitated at the moment and he grabs the pocket knife from his pocket putting it towards your thigh.
"Can I Carve our Initials on your thigh," He asks you, You weren't too fond of punishment but you did like the attention being craved. You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your hair.
He grabs onto your thigh and you fall down stinging your back. He slowly starts carving your initials on your thigh, you don't make the loud noises you want to because he'll just end up cursing you out.
You wanted to curse so badly even though you liked it when he inflicted the pain, But why was it only acceptable when he did it. He was only done carving the 'W' halfway, you flinch and he messes up.
It a swerved 'W' and it looks very crossed out, He's upset with you and gets up from squatting. You try communicating with him, "Wilbur?" He's not necessarily listening to blocking out the thoughts.
He puts his foot in between your legs pushing it further near your shorts, His shoes against your clit. You can't tell what his original thoughts are, before you can even react he kicks you in your side. You fall on your face gripping onto your lower half, it's like a period without the loose blood clots.
He squats down and grabs onto your hair pulling you up making you look up at him, "Such a slut aren't you darling?" He spits on your face and it drips off of your face on the ground, is this really who you were such a despite slut that you would let a man do this to you?
Most definitely, you try smiling at him but it's a half-smile since you were in pain. "You holding up good slut?" He asks while looking you in your eyes, you nod as a response and try getting off of your sides.
You weren't damaged that badly you could always heal from it... He lets go of your hair once you were stable enough to stay on your knees. He takes his belt off and takes his pants down, he places the belt around your neck and ties it.
He takes his boxers off and grabs his dick which was already erected due to sadism. "C'mon slut, suck," He tugs on the end of the belt and you put your mouth on his dick, following rules in such a bad position in your life. Never would you have thought you would be sucking off Wilbur..
You take it slow at first not wanting to rush it since you weren't experienced as much, you mainly focus on the tip of his cock and rub your tongue over and over on his slit. Whenever he feels like he would release something he tugged on the belt making you gag on him.
It was hard to take him and focus on not being choked up by his belt, He's not the strongest of keeping his moans in. He climaxes inside of your mouth and some gets on your cheek, He wipes the semen off of your face.
"Is this okay darling?" he kisses your cheek and helps you clean yourself up, at least he did aftercare..
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im-a-lil-simp · 3 years
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everything you write abt techno is always so good aaaaaaa could i please request headcanons abt technoblade with an artist s/o :) like they do animation/character design for a living. its my dream job and i think the headcanons abt it would be neat :)) thank youuu <3
Technoblade with an Animator/Artist S/o
Ahhhhhh thank you so much for your kind words. I am also an artist. I used to want to animate but that shit's hard. I just stick to one picture but good on you. I was very excited to do this request and I might have gotten slightly carried away.
He's straight up worried about you.
Who else has the drive to work on something that elaborate for that long.
The long nights you spend just slaving over your drawing tablet make him concerned that you're up too long.
Half of the time, he'll walk over, grasp your shoulder, and ask you to come to bed.
A little bit because of your health, it's not healthy staying up that long.
Mostly because he actually wants to cuddle with you and he can't do that very easily if you aren't in bed with him.
He thinks the final product is sick though, even if he doesn't always understand what you're animating or why.
The way everything flows together just makes him proud of you and what you've been able to make with your very own hands.
Especially if you draw or animate him.
You really like to draw his minecraft persona. Especially the human one because the hair is just so fun.
You know he likes the real pig ones better, but it's a little guilty pleasure of yours.
If you draw him like he is in real life though, it's usually more in secret.
You'll sketch him while he isn't looking or work on one of him as a warm up sketch that ended up being more than a sketch.
You don't really intend on showing him those. Like, ever.
But he will find them eventually.
Sometimes he'll see it while you're in the bathroom or if you accidentally open it up while trying to show him something else.
He's always in awe of how good it is, and he is very flattered that you would draw him in the first place.
I mean, he doesn't think he's very special looking.
But to you, he will always be an inspiration for your art.
He'll support you with whatever projects you might think about doing.
But if you ever doubt yourself and your abilities, he will not be happy.
He'll lecture you like an animal who did something wrong.
It's not like he's mad or anything, he just wants you to know how good you are.
That does not keep him from sounding angry.
If you're a little more on the sensitive side, you might even start crying.
Once he realizes how harsh he's actually being, he'll calm down and try to make you feel better.
Usually by giving you a big long hug and some kisses on the top of your head.
He will always support you and what you put out there though.
Sometimes he'll flaunt it on stream even.
"My partner just made the coolest animation. I might show you guys before I end the stream."
He loves you very much and he thinks that what you do is so cool.
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anarchy-schmanarchy · 3 years
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A reveal
So @altadoodler has this lovely duck!Quackity AU that is absolutely fucking adorable, and they’ve posited several ideas for the reveal, so I wanted to add my own spin to the inevitable reveal. You can check out the rest of the AU stuff here: the fic references a lot of their art, and they’re also just super cool in general. Go follow them!
Hope you enjoy!
Fandom: DreamSMP
Characters: Quackity & Technoblade (Dreamsmp!verse)
Ships: None
CW: mention of past injuries, mentions of death
Quackity has never had as comfortable a life as these last few days (weeks, months? time feels different when you’re a duck. Everything is slower and faster all at once). 
  He hadn’t had much of a choice, at first - he’d needed to recuperate and build up his strength, and he knew he couldn’t do that as a human. Not here. Not with Techno, who carried the pickaxe that had split his head apart and two of his lives like trophies around his neck. The cracked gems sparkled in the stark arctic light and reminded Quackity that he wasn’t safe there. 
  But a duck didn’t have problems, or vendettas, or plots. And so he’d rested there, by the warmth of the fire and the softness of pelts. 
  That didn’t mean that Quackity hadn’t been scared when Techno found him for the first time after returning to the house unexpectedly. He was sure their little staring competition would end with Techno tossing him out, or worse, hurting him. 
  Instead, Techno had just sighed, muttered something about an Edward, and left him alone to get what he’d returned for and then left again. 
  So Quackity, always one to test the limits, had stayed in front of the fire until Techno had returned for real that evening. He’d pretended to be asleep, hoping that the undeniable adorableness of his duck form would sway Techno into, you know, not murdering him on the spot. 
  He’d heard Techno enter, stop, and mutter to himself once again. There were a few more minutes of shuffling as Techno got settled, and then - a large, calloused hand settling around his body, and for a second Quackity was sure he was about to die.
  Then the hand dragged softly along his feathers, repeating the motion until Quackity realized that Techno was petting him.
  The realization made him startle and flop over,quickly resettling with a discontent sound that was met by - was that a giggle? 
  “Aren’t you a cute duck,” Techno’s voice was different when he wasn’t being threatening. He sounded content and amused, resuming his petting when Quackity didn’t move. “Adorable. Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.” 
  And he could have left after that, once he’d regained the strength to. 
  But he hadn’t. 
  Well, he’d tried, once, leaving in duck form and then switching to human to get through the cold tundra. He hadn’t succeeded, and felt himself reverting back into duck form as the night fell and the snow grew thicker, too tired to maintain a human shape.
  He would have died there, he knows that with cold, horrible certainty - if it hadn’t been for Techno finding him, clutching him to his chest and returning with worried speed, muttering to himself the whole way. Hands that had once hurt clutching him close all the way home.
  Home.
  Home where Techno was… calm, where he never raised his voice and spent his time reading or crafting or sewing little hats for his duck friend.
  Where he spoke to himself, to Quackity, in a relaxed tone. Where he admitted to fear and hope and worries to the, as far as he knew, uncaring duck snuggled into his cape.
  And Quackity has always been one to test the limits, but this is one he finds himself unwilling to try. 
  Because he likes this. He likes having a home, having someone who cares about him. Quackity could not remember having anything like this: Not even back in Pogtopia, where every bit of comfort and friendship was shaded by the overhang of revolution and danger. 
  He didn’t want to change it.
  But he knows he has to.
  And after all this time of living together, of seeing the softer side of techno, Quackity grabs his courage and the only thing he's ever been good with: his words. And he writes a letter, explaining everything - how he'd ended up there, why he'd stayed at first... and then the most difficult part: 
  Why he'd stayed after that. 
  Why he was explaining this now. 
  The letter is two pages long, endless crumpled versions littering the desk, when he's finally satisfied. 
  He hesitates on how to deliver it, at first: toys with the idea of just leaving it on the table and getting out of there, staying away until Techno makes the first move. 
  But in his heart, he knows that there's only one way he can do this. So he lays the letter gently on the pile of blankets and furs by the fire, a big "to Techno" scrawled across the top. 
  He turns back into a duck, tucking into a form that has become as familiar as his human one. And he settles down on his customary pillow, just above the letter, and he wills himself to go to sleep - just as he has a million times before. And he hopes.
    I’m gonna be real with you Techno: this is mostly a plea for you not to fucking murder me. Which I know is rich, considering our history, but just hear me out, k? 
  Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a very cool and sexy and handsome prince. This prince was just minding his business, being cool, when he got injured. It doesn’t matter why, not really - but he ended up lost in the arctic wilderness, alone and dying.
  And then he found a castle. It was big and terrifying, but the prince had no other choice but to sneak inside. Once inside, they realized that someone already lived there - his enemy, a great hulking beast, who had already hurt the prince twice. A beast whom the prince had tried to slay, but who had killed him instead in his escape. One who had hurt the prince - and who the prince had hurt in return.
  Safe to say, the prince would not have been welcome.
  But the prince had a secret: Whenever he was hurt, too deeply to heal by normal means, his body would shift into that of a small, adorable animal: A duck. And it was in this form that the prince took refuge in the castle, for no matter how terrifying the beast was, the prospect of losing his last life was much worse.
  At first, the prince could stay away from the beast, for he was small and easy to hide - but he grew comfortable, and the beast found him. 
  The prince was terrified. But then the beast did something he had never expected: 
  He allowed the prince to stay. 
  Still in the form of a duck, the prince saw a side of the beast he had never seen before: One that was caring, and sweet, one who joked with his friend and cared for his animals and was deeply, unflinchingly protective of the things he loved. One who made little hats for a stray animal that had wandered into his home, one who saved it from the storms when it foolishly ventured outside. 
  The prince saw this, and the prince realized that this castle felt more like a home than his own ever had. 
  And this put the prince in a conundrum. He was sure the Beast, no, the warrior, hated him. He knew he had every reason to. And he knew that if the warrior found out that his secrets had been laid out for the prince to see, the warrior would kill him. 
  The prince did not want to die: The prince did not want to continue lying to someone he was starting to realize could be more than an enemy, more than a warrior: someone who could be a friend, if the circumstances had been different.  The prince did not want to leave: The prince could not stay.
  And the prince cared for the warrior. How could he not, after listening to his worries, after watching him fail to make a cake, after countless nights in front of the fire? And he knew that no matter what he did, he would hurt the warrior. He had made a mistake: he had made several mistakes, over long years, and there was no way to right them. There was no way forward that did not include pain.
  But the prince knew that things could not continue as they were. The warrior deserved better than that. So he decided that the best way to explain, not to defend himself, but to explain - would be through a letter.
  If you hadn’t guessed, Techno, I’m the prince. and I am so, so fucking sorry. That doesn’t even begin to cover it, but - it needs to be said. 
  I have more words, obviously I do. You know me. Never stop talking if I can. But I figured you should get this chance to, I don’t know, make the first move.
  Just. Uh. I’d like to live. 
  Signed,
  Quackity
    Techno stared at the final line for… he didn’t know how long. 
  Huh. 
  Well. He was not dealing with that right now. 
  He crumpled up the letter, tossing it into the fire. It was failing, slightly, so he stocked it with a few more logs, poking it while his mind remained very carefully blank. 
  Even the chat was quiet. 
  He turned back to the pile of furs and pillows, eyes catching and stilling on the small duck resting there. 
  No. On Quackity. 
  Drawing a deep breath and letting it out in a slow, weary sigh, Techno settled into the pillows, pulling a blanket around himself - and then, gently, as to not wake him up - he lifted the duck - Quackity - and settled him on his customary spot on his chest, right where the blanket folded.
  It didn’t feel any different than before. The rush of home, safety, comfort was just as strong - even if it was mixed with confusion and anger.
  Quackity had lied to him for months. The man that had threatened to kill him, who had come closer than anyone else, was here, had been in his house for months. Had seen Techno make a fool of himself, be vulnerable, had spied on him: had betrayed him. Just another person using him.
  But… hadn’t used him as a weapon. Hadn’t forced him to do anything, in fact. And he had stayed: Hadn’t sold Techno out. Had been a comfort, more than anyone except Philza, had wormed his way into Techno’s heart like a damn leech. Nothing had changed, except that Techno knew. 
  Had paid for his attempt at Techno’s life with his own, he realized, remembering the deep, permanent scarring on his face.
  He drew his thumb softly over the slightly broken beak and lost feathers that marred the duck form’s face. Techno had always wondered how a duck had survived an injury like that.
  Turns out he hadn’t.
  The fear in the letter had been almost palpable, but no matter how angry Techno was, he could recognise that Quackity hadn’t needed to worry.
  Nothing was going to hurt his friends. Not even himself. And if Quackity was the duck, then he - despite Techno’s better judgement - was his friend. A friend who was never going to live this down, but a friend nonetheless.
  His house was never going to be quiet again, huh?
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dr3amofagame · 3 years
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i love all your super angsty stuff, but sometimes i want to see dream go apesht and be powerful and confident and frightening again, y'know? maybe a little unhinged still but making everyone realize that THEY made this monster by putting him in the vault O_O
OH YEAH ,, unhinged c!dream my beloved (/lh) 
c!dream when he’s a hot mess, ever so slightly (or not slightly) off the rails is SO much fun to write and read ,, he’s so messed up to himself and others and makes me go like >:D the entire time 
im not sure if this is what you wanted, exactly, but boy was it fun to write. c!sam,, is not having a good day lmao 
tw: blood, violence, implied torture, offscreen murder, death threats, mental instability, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sam critical (not really? But I digress)
Ranboo is in the wrong place in the wrong time.
He thinks, halfheartedly, that that could be the name of his autobiography. What To Do If The Universe Hates You, an Advice Book By Ranboo T. Beloved doesn’t sound too shabby, all things considered - it’s applicable, at the very least. It’d been true with George’s house, true for the Butcher Army, true when he’d been the one that Techno found in search for his armor back, true now, with sirens blaring from the prison that he’s coincidentally probably the closest to out of everyone on the server. Part of him wants to just ditch the place for Snowchester, as he was originally planning to do; unfortunately, caring about pretty much everyone means caring about what’s going on with their greatest enemy, especially now that Wilbur’s been revived.
Ranboo hurries towards the prison, dunking water by his feet to activate his trident. It only takes him a few Riptides (what can he say - he did say he was close to the prison) for the beach in front of the giant, dark-walled structure to come into sight, two figures stood in front of the smaller box containing the Nether Portal. One of them, standing tall and wearing glinting purple netherite, is clearly, unmistakably Sam, which means he other stranger- well, not stranger, exactly, must be Dream.
Ranboo skids to a stop on the hillside, not wanting to jump into the fray until he knows exactly what’s happening; Techno’s voice rings in his head (the element of surprise is one of your greatest weapons in battle) then Phil’s (what he means is don’t be an idiot, mate) and he settles, silent, to observe with an enderpearl readied in his hand.
It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize Dream, at first - he looks nothing like the man that Ranboo remembers, almost doesn’t look like a person at all. His hair is long and tangled, hanging in clumps around his face. Even from the distance, he looks like a wreck, all sharp edges and skinny, shaking limbs, a heavy netherite axe hefted in one hand. Ranboo shudders at the sight of the blood already on the blade, at the various injuries painting the orange of his prison uniform more red than orange, and looks to make sure his sword is close at hand.
“Prisoner,” Sam’s voice is gravelly, tight with stress. He sounds the same way he did that one time he confronted Ranboo about the prison books he didn’t remember signing, the pages filled with strange runes that he somehow could understand- “Stand down.”
“Sam-” Dream laughs, high-pitched and grating, and Ranboo’s tail lashes anxiously. Dream’s hand raises to his face, his shoulders shaking as the other hand tightens over the handle of his axe, “Awesam. Sammy- I told you, didn’t I? I fucking told you what would happen.”
“Dream-”
“Unless you want to end up like Quackity, I suggest you stop talking, Warden.”
It’s quite a sight to see someone in fully armored netherite cower from someone completely unarmored, looking more dead than alive, but well - it is Dream, and Ranboo finds himself cringing back at the words even though he’s not even in the area. He steals a look at his communicator; the rest of the server has noticed the sirens, it seems, but nobody seems to understand what exactly is going on, much less be ready for a potential fight, and a nervous shiver runs down his spine.
“Sammy,” Dream stalks forward, his axe braced in front of him, “Look at you. You’re so goddamn pathetic-” He spits the words like venom, back hunched, center of gravity pulled close to the ground - he looks more mob than human, watches Sam with the same wild-eyed desperation that Ranboo’s seen in a starving wolf chasing down prey, “Such a fucking coward that you couldn’t do shit yourself. Well- good for Quackity, isn’t it? It sure ended up well for him.”
Ranboo shivers, looking at the blood staining the netherite blade with ice rising in his chest. No- he didn’t-
“You know how good it felt to plunge this axe into his neck?” Dream laughs, the sound raspy and unsettling, making Ranboo shrink back in his hiding spot, “You know how many times he threatened to do the same to me? You know how many times he’s used this exact fucking axe to cave my ribs in?” He hurls the blade down and Ranboo reaches out with a wordless shout, watching as the axe strikes the earth in a spray of sand, “HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, SAM?”
“Dream-”
“Don’t- You don’t get to call me that,” Dream pulls the axe back, looks up with another round of breathless laughter. “You- don’t you fucking dare.”
Sam draws back- Ranboo can’t place the expression that flashes over his face, something a little like fear, something a little like guilt. He doesn’t seem to try and say anything, a sword appearing in his hand.
“So you want to try this too,” Dream’s voice pitches low, becoming something hysterical, almost amused, “Sure! We’ll play. Try to last a little longer than Quackity, will you?”
He flashes forward, much much faster than he should with the amount of injuries that claw over his arms and legs, brings the axe down in a heavy clang that is only barely met by Sam’s sword. Ranboo looks left and right, tries to find others coming to the Warden’s aid, finds none. Dream’s pace is ruthless, bringing down the axe again and again, hardly reacting when Sam catches him by the arm on his blade. Sam hisses in alarm as the axe handle is swung into the inside of his arm, loses his grip on the sword as the back end of the axe catches it at the base. Dream heaves in shuddering breaths, axe clanging against Sam’s armor and sending the creeper hybrid toppling to the ground with a sharp exhale of breath, presses the bloody blade beneath his chin.
“You know-” He smiles, pressing the axe forward further, making Sam lift his head as he falls back against the sand, “You were kind of useful, you know? You and Quackity, I mean.” Dream hisses angrily, words pitching lower, “Do you know what’s the easiest way to make someone hurt? Do you know where to hit someone for it to cause the most pain? Do you know how it feels to break every bone in your fucking body? Quackity said he’d make every fucking day of my life a living hell.” He raises his axe, foot ground down on Sam’s arm, “How about I return the favor?”
Ranboo throws his enderpearl.
He raises his sword, braces against the vibrations running up his arms as the axe crashes down on it with a grimace as he readies himself to fight. Dream draws back for a second- “‘Boo?’
“Ranboo, run,” Sam shouts behind him, pulling his arm to his chest as he moves to stand, “Get out of here-”
“No, no, I think he can stay,” Dream’s eyes flash, harden. “Figures that he’d play the traitor once again, doesn’t it Ranboo?”
“I was never your ally-”
“You and the rest of this damned server, ‘Boo,” He laughs dangerously, draws back as Sam gets to his feet. Ranboo watches as he kicks up Sam’s sword, catching it in his left hand. “Oh well. As much as I would’ve liked to take another life-”
A flash of blue-green, and there’s someone else standing there, a crossbow loosely held in one hand, smiling lazily through his hair.
“-it looks like my ride out is here.”
“You’ve made quite  the mess,” Wilbur drawls, rolling his eyes at the man beside him, “I have to say- I’m a little impressed.”
“Wil,” Dream breathes, shoulders visibly falling, looking at the other man with a sort of soft-edged reverence that makes Ranboo shift uncomfortably at the sight. It feels off, wrong, to see him go from a raging, frothing thing to someone docile, expression filled with a mockery of adoration.
“We’ll be off then, gentlemen,” Wilbur salutes with one hand, lips quirking up. “No hard feelings, Ranboo, Sam,” he nods at each of them with their names and tosses an enderpearl into the horizon, Dream doing so at the same time, “We’ll see you around.”
Ranboo watches, lungs heaving, as they disappear.
“...you know, Sam, I think we might be in a little bit of trouble.”
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vyeoh · 3 years
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this is your chance: wax poetic about an Empires or DSMP character of your choice to a fan who is new to both. Explain why I should love them. I need guidance in this new and meme-populated land.
okok this is a lot of pressure haha. Spoilers for EmpiresSMP and DreamSMP below, obviously. I wrote a lot so prepare yourself, anon
I watch a lot of empires POVs but the ones I most anticipate every week are Scott and Sausage.
c!Scott (I'll call him Smajor for the sake of simplicity) starts off the series chilling, not really getting involved with the rest of the server, and staying aggressively neutral. After all, he's an elf. He has lived far longer than most of the other rulers already, and will most likely outlive them for many years. So, the best thing is to stick to his mountains and not get invested in the dealings of mortal affairs, maybe sometimes causing problems on purpose and dipping because what's life without a little spice right.
But then, this demon comes to the server, Xornoth. He's going around causing havoc and wants to send the world into an eternal winter, but he doesn't bother the kingdom of Rivendell much so Smajor stays tentatively cautious but ultimately unbothered. But then, the puzzle pieces start falling together. The first thing that the audience noticed was was Xornoth sounded like Smajor, but we mostly thought that this was just due to cc!Scott voicing both of them and there was nothing more to it. However, then, the people the demon starts possessing start chanting in elvish. The demon hates mortals, and the elves are conveniently one of the two confirmed not fully mortal races in Empires.
This culminates when Smajor stumbles across a cave that contains the backstory of the patron god of Rivendell, Aeor. Basically, there's two opposing forces, Aeor and Exor, and both have a champion. In a previous life, those champions were two brothers, where Aeor eventually prevailed and banished Exor. In this life though, the champions are - you guessed it - Smajor, and the demon Xornoth.
So now Smajor is like. Well fuck. It's my literal god-given destiny to be responsible for defeating this demon who is technically my brother, and if I fail the server gets plunged into an eternal winter. And I have no fucking clue what is happening because I've just been here on this mountain actively trying to stay out of the issues outside my kingdom. We watch him panic and teeter on the verge of spiraling for an entire episode, and when the followers of Xornoth go to the End to kill the dragon, releasing Xornoth's full powers, he fails to stop him. Smajor is a character who was used to being the smart one, the prepared one, the one who has the least deaths on the server. But he's also a character who runs away from his problems and ignores them. Before and during the dragon fight, we hear the desperation in his voice, as he's thrown into a situation he is wholly unprepared for, and it's bigger than him going to the Cod Empire to kill their king, or assisting in other people's plans to kill the codfather. He can't run from this. cc!Scott plays this scene so well as well, as I've said before, one of the best parts of Scott's acting is how he's never super dramatic, but he's so effective in the little things like inflection to make you feel, viscerally, the panic and dread.
So after the dragon fight, Smajor realizes, I can't do this on my own. I've tried and failed. So he gets allies. We watch him, someone who has so strongly been an isolationist, learn the benefits of allies and watch him learn to trust others and watch him learn how to get that trust in return.
My favorite thing about Smajor's characterization is that he's an incompetent protagonist, but not in the way of the "plucky young adventurer". He's capable skill-wise, and fairly jaded and very pessimistic. However, his issue is that up until recently, he did not care about the rest of the server at all, and by the time he learned to, it was way too late.
Also, in 3rd Life, cc!Scott and cc!Jimmy were canonically married and they reference it sometimes in Empires. Like, Scott goes over to the Cod Empire every so often both in and out of character to kill and/or flirt with Jimmy, the ruler of the Cod Empire, which may develop as a secondary plot into the future who knows. So ty Scott for giving the gays what they want o7
Now onto Sausage: his is a story of Icarus, his hubris and ambition being his downfall. He's one of the two followers of Xornoth, who promised him endless power in exchange for his servitude. He started the series being eccentric, but not outright unhinged, but slowly gets more and more extreme as the series progresses, as he gets brought more and more to Xornoth's side.
One of the best parts of Sausage's character, in my opinion, is how his gradual corruption affects the people around him. Initially, he got into a conflict with the Cod Empire and was allied with two other people in the Witherrose alliance. They were allies, but also close friends. The fandom liked to joke that the three had sibling energy, and I'm pretty sure the ccs played to that even more lol.
It was painful to watch the other two members, Gem and fWhip, watch Sausage get corrupted right in front of them, and see them desperately clinging on to this old idea of Sausage in their head because if they faced the truth, it would mean that their friend was gone. Eventually, they do finally cut him out of the alliance, leading him to fully commit to the side of the demon. Sausage felt very clearly betrayed by this, and declared the remaining two Witherrose alliance members to be enemies.
He gets more and more possessed, and we even see the other Empires, his enemies even, slowly realize that something is very wrong with the ruler of Mythland. He starts doing more and more evil things, like killing people more, making sacrifices to the demon, and eventually helping to kill the dragon to free Xornoth. So things are good for Sausage, for a bit. He won, and is more powerful than ever. Then he finds out: he's going to die. Xornoth's possession is slowly killing his soul, and eventually, his body going to be fully taken over and he himself is going to be trapped in the spirit realm. So how do you react to this? Over the next few episodes, we watch Sausage struggle between "the demon is literally killing me" and "the demon has given me so much, and I love it", all while Xornoth takes over more and more of him. We hear him exclaim that "don't worry!! I'm still about 15% there!" while trying to downplay every time Xornoth completely takes over his body. We watch him willingly oppose anyone who is trying to end the thing that is killing him.
My favorite thing about Sausage is that he is undoubtedly evil and proud of it, but he's also undoubtedly human. If you like to watch evil characters go absolutely feral, he's the guy for you. He makes the deal with Xornoth in the beginning, knowing and fully embracing the evilness of the demon, but at the same time he knows what he's doing is detrimental to both himself and everyone around him, but he's gotten in way too deep at this point, and to be fair the demon has held up its end fo the bargain, right?
Also, I would be damned if I don't talk about cc!Sausage's editing. Every one of his videos is like a movie. The way he does camera angles and uses music is so skillful- every lore scene feels like something out of a high fantasy action saga (think: LotR). Every big lore event I always wait in anticipation for Sausage's ep because his editing truly takes lore to another level.
I'm just generally very excited to see where this series goes. Empires is such a good mix of talented builders and good lore. Part of the reason why the series is so immersive for me, beyond any other lore smp, is that they have the settings to back it up. There is a certain charm to the DreamSMP's objectively terrible builds (with a few exceptions) but in Empires, the settings help sell the plot so much.
Another part of why I love EmpiresSMP is how much the ccs are involved with the fan community. I'm sure you've seen the memes about Scott being on tumblr, and Sausage regularly goes through the EmpiresSMP fanart tag on Twitter and likes art, even ones not related to Mythland. Most of the ccs, in fact, have brought up tumblr content on stream at some point or another. Like, several ccs have said that they read tumblr lore theories and hcs and stuff and sometimes take inspiration from them. Fun fact: Rivendell's church was inspired by my pinned drawing; confirmed by Scott Smajor himself. It's just such a good cycle of ccs and fans being excited about each other.
As for DreamSMP, I'm gonna be honest here, the only person I really am invested in in Technoblade. I started watching when he joined the server, and he's the only person whose lore I keep up to date with.
Techno's fun to watch because he's like the Deadpool of DreamSMP. Virtually unkillable, very skilled and scary, but consistently cracks jokes and breaks the 4th wall during plot. His POV is just fun. Like, he does wild plans and gives speeches and some of the stuff that happens to him should be called deus ex machine if it wasn't for the fact that Technoblade is the one who's doing it, and all the stuff is grounded in the fact that cc!Techno is just that good at the game.
However, the fact that he rarely takes anything seriously makes the few times Techno is 100% serious so much more impactful. His whole character has a basis in being perceived as inhuman and being treated as such, and therefore in return trying to hide his humanity. So, when he shows that humanity, whether that's fear, anger, or genuine love for his friends, it really makes you go "oh shit."
Techno's often said not to have character development, but I'd argue that while he remains steadfast in his moral code, he develops leaps and bounds as a person. Like, at the beginning, he's brought onto the server to help Wilbur and Tommy overthrow a government; them knowing he's 1) an anarchist and 2) very very powerful. His character was more of a plot device at that point and was treated as such in the canon. Wilbur and Tommy straight-up lie to him about their plans to establish another government after they overthrow the current one, while he was led on to believe that they were abolishing all governments in the area. But he isn't a plot device. He's a person, as much as he only shows the terrifying, blood god side of himself.
After the establishment of New Lmanburg (the new government its a long story), his friend Phil joins. And for the first time, we see him be fully human with someone and we see someone treat him like a human. Like, we saw glimpses before, with Wilbur and Tommy in Pogtopia, but Phil is the first person we noticeably see he trusts 100%. Then Doomsday happens, and Techno essentially retires to the tundra. During this time, we see Techno learn to be more human, first with Ranboo, then Niki when he establishes the Syndicate. In fact, the two of them, along with Phil, canonically throw him a birthday party, which is a far cry from his treatment in Pogtopia.
Techno's development is one of a god learning to be human, and I just think he <3
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aressss1 · 3 years
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Sweet Nothings
(God!Technoblade x Male!Reader)
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You were very content with your life in this tiny village. Business was at its peak, and you were well known amongst the people. You had your regulars that came in daily, and you even had found an apprentice to help you out around the shop. Niki, was a great apprentice, learning how to bake and tend to the bakery on her own. The eagerness in her actions made you confident that she would be just fine taking care of the place in your stead, when you needed a break once in a while.
 One early morning, when the world was still dark, you walked the cobblestone streets to your bakery. The warm glow of the over hanging lanterns washed over your form. There was a cold nip to the air as you walked. Letting your eyes wander, your eyes spot the decorations overhead. Festival decorations, for a festival made in celebration of the era of peace among your lands, and for the blood god.
Today was Niki’s first day alone in the bakery. Your job today was to set up a booth and run it for the festival. You had the perfect spot to entice travelers from across the world to eat your delicious baked goods. Town square was the perfect place, but you… had scored the place closest to the entrance of the town square to set up your booth. The area that had gotten the most foot traffic in festivals. You were excited for what could come of this. Your bakery could very well thrive off this one day alone!
 The bakery before you was already lit up. You smirked knowing that your apprentice had beaten you to the punch. You twisted the doorknob and walked in whistling a familiar tune, signifying to Niki that you weren’t some stranger just walking in.
 “Morning boss!” Niki leaned out from behind the doorway of the kitchen as she said it. “You’re looking really handsome today!” Her eyes sparkled and you smirked. The garb you had chosen for the festival cost you a pretty penny, but it was worth it.
 “Well, a man has gotta look his best for his business don’t you think?” You ran your fingers through your hair, before putting your chef’s hat on. “How many goods have you made so far this morning my dear?”
 The beginning of the morning went by smoothly. You had set up your booth while Niki had made quadruple the amount of baked goods that you normally made on a regular day. Festivals were good for business and you didn’t want to keep the people waiting. Now… You wished the middle of the day went just as smooth.
 More foot traffic meant more problems… Thieves taking from your stock, people touching everything they didn’t intend to buy, people who weren’t satisfied being rude, and so much more. You had your hands full with everything. By the end of the festival when lanterns were sent into the sky to celebrate the blood god keeping peace across the land, you were out of breath. Your booth had seen it’s last customer of the day, and your head was still reeling. But that didn’t stop you from lighting your own lantern. You let it go as you still stood next to your booth, unaware of the fact that eyes lingered over you, as you closed your eyes uttering your thanks to the very blood god who watched you with curious eyes.
 His eyes spotted your lantern ascending into the sky, he didn’t make himself known to you, He scanned over you once more before he followed the lantern’s light, awaiting the moment that it would come down. When it did, he looked at your handiwork adorning the material. Drawings and script told a story of your gratitude, that, without the peace that he had given, you would be a broken man with no passion in life. This peace gave you enough to stand on so you could pave your way into a successful business.
 A slight smile pulled at his lips, a mortal had piqued his interest, there was definitely more he wanted to know about you. He would rest now and make himself known to you later. He held onto your lantern, keeping it for himself.
 Days passed, and you struggled with the volume of customers who had come in. So each day you adjusted your inventory, to keep up with your customers. There were times when you could breath in between bursts of people. You could cry at the success from the booth just days before.
 On one of your breaks, you sat down on a stool to help ease the discomfort in your back. You had been on your feet the entire day and you needed this break. You reveled in the silence and peace, you closed your eyes, letting out a little sigh. When the door opened, and you heard the bell sound off, signifying a customer, you gave off a small, tired grunt.
 “Welcome to my bakery, how may I help you-” When you opened your eyes all the air left your lungs, and you couldn’t say any more. In front of you, stood a very tall man, with long pink hair, a golden crown that reminded you more of a circlet gilded his head. His ears were pointed and downturned, making it obvious he wasn’t human. His eyes rivalled the gold that sat atop his head. Deep purple to black armor hugged his body and a royal red cloak spilled from around his shoulders.
 His eyes studied your face, and you felt a blush redden your cheeks. He moved around your bakery in the most graceful way you had ever seen anyone move and you fought to regain your composure.
 “Make yourself at home, take a look around and if you need anything you can just ask.” You bowed your head to offer your respect to him. When his eyes searched over you once more you cleared your throat. Was this guy a soldier? A commander? His aura was one that suggested he was a man of power. Even so, this guy didn’t know what to get… His eyes wandered around looking at all the pastries and other baked goods, it was obvious he was having trouble deciding on what to get.
 “Would you like a sample?” You offered, you almost shrunk at the man’s gaze, but you didn’t let yourself falter you held out a cupcake for him to take, and when he took it, you felt your heartbeat in your ears. When he hesitantly took a bite, you visibly relaxed when he gave you a smile, crumbs falling from his lip.
 “I’ll take some more of these.” His deep voice shook you to your very core. Strangely, as much as this guy was intimidating… He was alluring, and you packaged up more cupcakes for him, giving him an extra one, because he was a first-time customer. Or… At least you told yourself that.
 “Thank you very much! Here is your order and should you come back you will be welcomed with open arms!” You told him your name as he held his hand out with his payment. When he dropped it into your hand your eyes widened and in the palm of your hand were three gold pieces. Your heart dropped and when you looked back up, he was gone. You charged mere copper for your goods, not gold??? You were dumbfounded.
 Months had passed, and the mysterious stranger came in each and every day. Ordering and trying new things from you. He had become a constant in your life, and you found yourself growing closer to him. You found out his name was Techno, and he was a war hero. You could tell he was leaving bits and pieces from you, but you figured if he wanted you to know he would tell you.
 One night you locked up your bakery, and you were just about to head home. Your steps echoing off the cobblestone path once more. You looked up to see Techno, knelt down in front of someone, holding out a loaf of bread out to a straggler down on his luck. You had sold Techno that bread earlier. You couldn’t help but feel the smile tug on your lips. Techno stood tall after the straggler thanked him profusely, his eyes finding yours. You felt your heartbeat faster, as he towered over you.
 “You have brought beauty into this world and it’s a crime not to share it.” Techno cocked his head at you, his hand resting on your cheek. “I would like to see more of the beauty you create.” He drops his hand from your face, holding it out for you to take.
 You sigh happily, intertwining your fingers with his, happy to follow him wherever he would lead you. He led you to a place where you could see every star, away from the village. Foliage surrounded you and it was a nice change of pace rather than the buildings around you.
 Techno looked at you, as you marveled at the scenery before you. He basked in your presence; you were such a breath of fresh air opposed to every other mortal around. He watched you make your way to a nearby stream, kneeling letting the cool water flow through your fingers. Techno summoned forth your lantern. When you stood and faced him again, you were shocked at the lantern in his hands.
 “How did you get that?” You felt heat rise up to your cheeks.
 “It tells a beautiful story.” He ignored your question, “Of a man, who was cast out based on his preferences… Going on a hard-earned journey to make a bakery. Determined to be successful, while hiding who you truly are, is… Tragic.” Techno cupped your cheek, his eyes boring into yours. “I do not wish to take credit for your hard work because I slaughter those who wish to upset the peace.”
 Your eyes widened; the blood god was real… And he was standing before you, gazing at you with a fond expression. This beautiful man before you stroked your cheek with his thumb, and you felt your tears coming forth. You were scared, scared to tell Niki of your preferences, in fear she would abandon you. If any of your patrons knew, your business would be ruined…
 “This world is filled with cruelty.” His words caused shivers to go up your spine. “I… want to shield you from that cruelty.” He leaned closer and closer to you, his lips just barely grazing yours. “If you’ll have me.” He barely whispered, but you heard him loud and clear. You threw your arms around his shoulders, standing on your tip toes to push your lips against his. That was when your tears spilled forth.
 The two of you, melted into each other, the moon above shone down on you. Before too long this towering blood god cradled you in his arms, your head resting on his chest plate. You thought you were content with your life before… What you had before couldn’t compare to what you had now. Technoblade the Blood God had fallen for a mortal, and no one could take you away from him.
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Uhh hello I just found your account, like, today and I’m a bit curious as to how you came up with your design for Techno. Also I love your art style it’s so cool tbh /gen
hello, hello! welcome! hm thats a good question, i dont really think about it, before i started posting my fanart for the dsmp i just lurked in the fandom so i saw a lot of techno art and drew inspiration from it
uh around that time tho it was like.. october? november? so there was A Lot of human!techno art. the first drawing i ever posted for the fandom was a comic and this is one of the first technos i ever drew -- literally my design for him has not changed a lot
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i posted this comic, i believe, after techno's livestream where he said he had a preference for pig!techno art? because i also was considering drawing human blade but look where we are now shfhshf i just Listened to him and went yes pig is the way to go
as for design choices just get inspiration from those around you, i don't give my techno intricate jewelry or anythin so my clothes for him are nothing special (im bad at designing clothes 👍)
design points-
• i wanted to give techno floppy ears because i just like em a little better than pointy ears? my dog has floppy ears idk, so ive always drawn him with them.
• i originally didn't make him very fluffy but seeing long haired technos made me want to make his pig form also have long hair without actually giving him human hair
• as for the tail i used to draw it straight instead of curly, like a cow tail, but changed it to curly because it'd be more pig-like (i think i drew inspiration for this from @/birdcanart)
• for his hands? hooves? i give him 4 "fingers" since pigs have the two large hoof parts and then the 2 small ones on the back (which is how i draw his legs)
• he has a chunk taken out of his left ear because its cool, there's probably a story behind it or somethin
• tusks 👍 they're just cool and everyone draws him with em so nothing special here
• he's gigantic because fun and also he's just canonically really strong, he's a war pig, he's large and imposing but he's also a fluffy lad
i dont have anything else to say + SORRY FOR THE LONG ANSWER JFNDFJ
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corysmiles · 3 years
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The angst idea?
:)
You know the one
:)
Stone
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Friendly Giant AU
CW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, extremely brief mentions of blood/violence, mentions of depression(Also this can be treated as canon or not, if you want to believe a different ending that’s okay! )
Notes: sorry :) Also please read the whole content warning before going on, I hope you like it!
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Dead grass crumbled under Ranboo’s feet as he walked through the forest. The leaves from the tall pines around him shuddered and whistled under the frigid wind, but his thick fur kept him warm.
He’d go into hibernation soon, most likely in a few days, so he knew he had to make the trip then. He’d been avoiding it at all costs, but he needed to see it. At least before he went to sleep.
His breath clouded up in front of his eyes as his feet led him on the small dirt path to the graveyard. He’d been to the destination many times before…As his friends, his family, passed away they held the burials in the same place. It was a beautiful clearing he had to admit. But every time he went he could feel the dread building up in his stomach. The clearing took too much from him already, and it hurt to see the graves.
Only a few minutes into his trek, small blue and purple flowers started to pop up across the dirt. He recalled that Michael had planted the blue ones a few years after Wilbur had passed.
And the purple ones…they were added after Tubbo…
“They attract pillbees,” Michael had told him, when the pain was still fresh and his tears wouldn’t stop flowing, “He loved those.”
Ranboo felt a fresh wave of guilt crash into his heart as he realized he’d have to step through the flowers. The wild buds had completely covered the area, and while it was beautiful, to get to the the graves he would have to walk over them.
He hoped Michael wouldn’t mind too much if some of the flowers were flattened.
He winced as he felt more of the soft petals crunch under his feet, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of pillbees fly past him.
“Sorry,” he whispered as the bees buzzed around his face, “I’ll be gone soon.”
He watched with amusement as one of the bugs curled up and plummeted through the air before catching itself and soaring upwards again. It’s small translucent wings glittered under the light like a tiny ball of fire.
Tubbo always loved watching them fly around.
Even near the end, when he could barely walk on his own he’d ask to see the pillbees, and Ranboo would bring him out without hesitation. Tubbo hated how helpless he felt, but Ranboo would do anything to help him.
Even as his vision failed and his memory started to falter, it always made him happy to feel their tiny bodies crawl over his hands. And he’d always smile so brightly when they fluttered around Ranboo’s face.
Ranboo wished he could see him smile like that again. Just once more, but there was nothing he could do. The closest he had to Tubbo’s face were the old chalk drawings Michael had made in the den.
And even they were starting to fade away from old age.
“Come on,” he whispered under his breath, he couldn’t put this off any more.
It wasn’t long before the graves came into view, and immediately he felt his whole body tense up. Memories of funerals and burials weighed down his heart.
The stones were all lined up in a perfect row. The farthest one on the left was already crumbling at the top, a sign of how long it had been there, while the newest one on the right sat pristine and fresh. There was still a bundle of flowers neatly tied up on top of it.
‘Probably from Michael’, his brain input.
As carefully as he could he knelt down in front of the stones and tried to keep his breathing steady. Every inhale felt like liquid fire running down his throat. And the sight of the newest grave made him feel nauseous.
He could do this. He had to.
“Hey,” he exhaled finally, “It’s been a while…”
The wind howled around his ears making them prick back from the icy cold. Tubbo always thought it was funny how his ears twitched, his mind reminded him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier. And that I missed the uh…that I missed the burial,” he choked after a few moments, “I’m so sorry Tubbo.”
Slowly, he wrapped his tail around the base of the stone- it was so so small. Even near the end Tubbo had never felt that small. He was so magnetic and larger than life, it hurt knowing he was deep under the dirt.
If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine it was still Tubbo, his husband and his best friend instead of a cold lifeless stone.
“You know Michael joined the guard,” he hummed, keeping his eyes trained down at the grave, “Sam convinced him to after you passed… He’s doing great; you’d be proud of him. But you probably already know that huh? He visits more than I do.”
Ranboo willed away the tears threatening to spill as his fingers found the human-sized ring in his pocket. It perfectly matched the ring still snug around his horn, even with it being worn down from how often Ranboo rubbed it between his fingers.
“Oh and they finally found it you know…Tommy’s badge. I know you spent a long time trying to find it,” he swallowed, “Some hunters found it in a cave. Whatever killed him must have spat it back up, and Michael has it now…It’s pretty beat up but he refuses to wear any other badge.”
The mention of Tommy’s death was like a stab to his heart. He couldn’t help it as tears slid down his face and wet the ground underneath him.
Tommy’s death was brutal…and the first time he’d felt loss. But it was also the first time he’d really seen Tubbo break.
It was a few years after Phil had already retired from the guard. It was supposed to be a normal roundtrip, the ones the guard did every night, but Tommy never came back.
Later that night Techno showed up at the walls alone and covered in blood. The entire town had watched as he fell into his father’s arms, not wanting to think about what it meant. Tubbo and Wilbur didn’t find out until later, when they got back from his den the next morning.
And Ranboo didn’t know until hours after.
That night the town held a funeral, but there was no body to bury. They’d set up his stone right next to his mother’s under the tree Phil had planted years before.
The tree Ranboo now sat in front of where one by one each of the humans he loved had been buried.
“Sam said I probably have ten more years yaknow,” Ranboo stuttered out as he grazed his claw against Tubbo’s gravestone, “I feel bad for leaving Michael but…I’m happy- I’ll get to see you all again. I miss you so much.”
“Michael isn’t in the den much anymore, and it feels so empty now that you’re not there Tubbo,” he broke, “I miss you so much. I don’t know what do with myself anymore.”
He was bordering on dangerous territory as his mind sped up. He knew he needed help, and that the way he coped wasn’t healthy but he missed Tubbo so much. Sam checked on him every few days, but often he just stared at the chalk drawings of his husband and cried until he fell back asleep.
“Most of the time I can’t even get up,” he admitted sadly, “I don’t want to move because it means you won’t be there. And I know you didn’t feel good near the end but…but I want you back so badly Tubs.”
He paused to wipe away a tear that dripped down onto Tubbo’s stone, “I know it’s selfish but I want you back so badly. I love you…You meant the world to me Tubbo. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Ranboo let his head fall forward as tears streamed down his cheeks. It was unfair. He didn’t know why everyone got to pass on except for him. He wanted them back so badly.
He missed guard practices with Phil and Techno and sitting and watching Wilbur strum on his guitar. He missed Tommy running around with Michael and joking with him as he worked.
And he missed Tubbo most of all. He missed laying down with his best friend and sleeping curled up with him at night. He missed fishing while Tubbo sat on his head and told him stories. He missed Tubbo teaching Michael how to speak and draw until Michael was taller than Tubbo himself. And he missed the soft touches he received from the boy.
He missed everything about the only human who’d ever given him a chance.
With quivering lips he bent down and pressed a kiss to the cold stone. For a moment he swore it felt warm under his touch, and he could almost convince himself Tubbo was there with him.
“I love you Tubbo,” he whispered, “I’ll be back again.”
But only the wind whispered back.
The next day Ranboo went into hibernation for the first time without Tubbo, and when Michael arrived to check on him he found his father curled up around a pair of rings and a small clump of purple flowers.
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yourmoonanon · 3 years
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chained
pairing: monster!Techno x monster hunter!reader rating: this is p*rn. straight p*rn. 18+ a/n: started this and could never find the time to finish it, so I decided to wrap it up and post it as a valentines day present!! (& perhaps write a sequel when the semester is over,,)
While the stories rang rampant in the village, songs of death and blood sung as soft lullabies to peacefully sleeping children, you never in a thousand years thought that you’d walk across him - let alone walk across him and survive.
"Fuck!" You yelped quietly, attempting to shake off the burning sensation in your hand as you closed the cell door, locking it closed. Well, you thought, at least it works. Uninjured hand on your hip, you stared proudly into the secluded cave at the unconscious body lying in the makeshift dungeon you built. Netherite bars split the dim cave in half, doused in enchantments to burn the flesh of those who dare escape. Iron used to be strong enough, yes. But not for him. Not for your next target, the one the King himself hired you to capture. The other half of the cave was dolled up: a couch sat comfortably in front of the roaring fireplace, the handstitched rug providing one of the only colors in the room, the bookcase fitting snug from floor to ceiling. Whether making your guard space visible to the prisoner was to psychologically fuck with them, or just your building style, even you didn't know. Water dripped rhythmically from the ceiling, providing a metronomic background as you cleaned, tossing any evidence of tonight’s kidnapping in the fireplace. Your mind couldn't help but drift as you worked, thinking of the next few nights to come. The next few nights you had to watch him, getting him as weak as possible before the guard force came to lead him to execution.
Ever since you were a child, you heard the stories of him. The stories of the blood monster that lived in the words. The one to be feared above all, his bouts of murder occurring haphazardly whenever he saw fit. The village you grew up in only knew of two colors – snow white and blood red. The folktales of stumbling upon him told in taverns over a round of barley, torch illuminating the protagonists' walk home barely giving a glimpse of his face before his teeth were in the poor victim’s neck, being shred to pieces. Some say he was a shapeshifter, appearing in the form of your darkest nightmares. Some say he was spawn of the devil -- perhaps even the devil himself. Some say he was an old villager gone crazy, dousing himself in the strangest potion concoctions that could only be explained as science gone wrong.
You watched him from your place on the couch, book in hand as the body in the cell stirred awake, groaning as he sat up. 
Unless your darkest nightmare was a handsome hybrid who dressed himself like royalty, you could safely reject that theory. Despite the gash at his forehead from taking your axe handle to the head, he was... pretty. He didn't look like the monster you had psyched up to chase. Fear flittered in your chest as the thought of you capturing the wrong person slipped into your mind. Shit. What was the king going to say if you captured an innocent ---
“Who are you?” 
The thought was quickly shut down as he leapt against the bars, baring his teeth and sending you a primal growl. His hands sizzled against the magic, but he didn't seem phased, adrenaline pumping and ready to kill, eyes flaring a dark black.
You remained silent, ignoring the thump of fear and your own adrenaline in your chest, eyes casting themselves back to your book.
He stood, hands unfazed to the bars magic, staring at you for hours.
Pretty, but creepy, you thought as you stood up, returning the book to the shelf once finished. 
You should have known not to turn away from him, not even for a second.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention as you felt his towering presence behind you. You were sure he could hear the hammering in your chest, fear radiating off you in waves. Just run, you idiot, why can't you run? A soft whimper slipped through your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as slow hands grabbed your wrists, bringing them behind your back. His grip was harsh as he used your arms to pull you back against his chest, muscles flexing against your touch. A shiver ran down your spine as your bodies met. He was hot. Oh so hot, heat encapsulating you like a cape.
"What do you want?" you managed to croak out, taking a shaky breath as he chuckled darkly behind you, body moving as he did.
"I could be asking you the same question, little one." His finger traced a trail down the side of your neck, smiling as your body ached to submit to him, your neck tilting to give him more access. "But I don't have to. You reek of what you want. I can practically... taste it,"
He trailed the same finger down, down, past the skin of your ribs, down and over to your thigh. You silently cursed your body as it disobeyed you, legs parting ever so slightly, practically begging for more of his sharp touch.
"I don’t think you quite understand the power I have over you," he hummed, taking in a deep breath as waves of desire ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. "I could snap your neck and be on my way back home. You don't think you’re the first hunter the king has sent after me, do you?" You remained silent. "You poor, little naïve human."
"Why don't you just do it then?" You mumbled, a small part of your mind screaming how that option would be much less humiliating then this.
"Most of my attempted assassination's haven't been lead by someone quite as... captivating as you," he mumbled, slowly bending down to run his long tongue down the side of your neck, following his finger's earlier trail. Your head fell back on his chest, letting out a soft moan as his mouth worked, his tusks a wicked intruder as they bumped against you. "I must admit, it's been rather fun sitting in that cell, watching you read as I thought about which position I would take you in first."
Your eyes shot open as you felt cold metal at your wrists, a loud click echoing off the walls as he cuff yours hands behind your back with the ones from his cell, the chains clearly snapped through at the ends. He held the heavy weight of the chains with ease in one large hand, almost like a leash, his other coming to rest at your stomach. Almost like a leash, you whimpered at the thought, visions of him forcing you to the ground flooding through your head, giving you whiplash.
"Yeah?" he mumbled, tugging on the chains lightly. "You like being chained up? Want me to take you back home and keep you like this?"
You whimpered, trying to focus on anything other than the heat of his breath on your neck, attempting to convince yourself this was just a dream. An incredibly, extremely hot dream.
His knee made it’s way in between your legs, pressing up harshly, successfully drawing out the noises you tried so hard to hold back. You couldn’t help but grind down on his thigh, his skin so warm and inviting. 
“That’s right, darling, enjoy yourself...” The cocky smirk is evident in his voice, but still you can’t stop yourself, rocking your hips down as he lifts his thigh up every time to meet them. “You’re such a good little thing, huh? Thought you’d put up more of a fight than this. Gave me one hell of one with your axe.”
“Should have fucking killed you when I had the chance,” you breathed out heavily, attempted confidence falling at the wayside.
The next two seconds felt like minutes as he pushed you over the back of the couch, a sharp claw ripping your pants in two before sliding into your already soaked heat. He moved quick, holding the chains that still bound you between his teeth for a moment just to bring a free hand down on your ass sharply, slapping in quick succession. Moan after moan was ripped from your throat as he worked, his long finger hitting so deep.
“You think you should have killed me, huh?” He gruffed teasingly, adding a second finger, scissoring you wide open. “Then why are you so fucking wet already?”
Your eyes rolled back in your head as he hit the perfect spot over and over and over, never letting up. Your thighs shook as he never let down the pace, pushing his chest against your back, the chains biting at your skin with how tight he wound them. His mouth found it’s way to your skin again, sharp teeth grazing against the skin of your ear as your vision grew blurry, hips bucking back against him as he made you cum with just two fingers. 
He let out a satisfied hum as you clenched around his hand, ears buzzing at the pretty sounds he could make you sing. Before you could even recover, he pushed you forward further, fully bending you over the couch. He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it up and propping it against the edge. You only just stopped shaking as he bent down, his tongue beginning to lap at the mess his fingers caused. You gasped as he pushed forward, tongue thrusting in and out, realizing the middle of his tongue was split. Your mind fell blank as he worked, each side of his tongue working against you so well, his name finally falling out of your mouth.
He growled heavy in response, lapping at you faster now, attempting to tattoo your taste on his tongues. “Say that again,” he demanded, running a sharp claw up your leg, just enough to leave a red mark. His name tumbled from your mouth over and over as he worked you through your second orgasm and into your third, the vibrations from his dark chuckles shaking your body, making you tear up at the overstimulation. Your legs spread further apart when he pulled away from you, hips seeking his touch, begging for him to fill you up.
A sudden set of voices emerged from the entrance of the dungeon, pulling your senses together, blood rushing hot to your cheeks. Oh, fuck. The guardsmen. 
You expected the god behind you to become angry, possessive even, leaping forward to rip their throats out, for how dare they interrupt while he claimed what was his.
Instead, he laughed. 
“Looks like we’ll have to finish this another time. You know where to find me.”
And with that, he was gone - leaving you chained and desperate.
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redorich · 3 years
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Technolore??!!!! Technobackstory! Is it related to the quip about being a child slave in that intermission post a while back?
Out of the like ten people who asked me this, you’re the only one who picked up on that little hint I dropped. Congrats!
Techno doesn’t like to talk about it much, for obvious reasons. He’s a piglin, not a human, and while most piglins aren’t much more than humanoid animals, Techno has always been different. His intelligence is what gets him noticed. There’s a lot of stuff that happened to him as a child, because he got noticed.
Gladatorial combat is cool. It’s fun. In the modern age, it’s basically an old-timey wrestling match, but with swords. You pay to see some dudes fight ‘til one of them dies, and then they respawn and shake hands and it’s all very proper. To Techno, age six, gladatorial combat means soaking your hands with the blood of other children, even when there’s not an audience. Practice makes perfect, the owner manager would say. The ones who survive long enough to graduate from fresh meat status know better. Practice breaks them in, makes them malleable. In the pit of dead humans and hybrids alike, of all ages, Techno learns not to weep. 
It stays in the pit.
He’s good at fighting, remembers what he learned from peeking over bastion walls and watching the brutes practice. He watches the older kids in the pit, forces himself not to look away. They’re human, but they’re similar enough in stature that he can mimic them.
His little hands aren’t human. They can’t hold a sword like a human would. A girl not much older than him, but much taller (enderman hybrid, people say) shows him how to adjust for the presence of claws. It’s not quite right, but it works better for his hoof-nails than the human way does. He kills her for an audience, with the same grip she taught him.
Technoblade quickly becomes a fan favorite-- less for his remarkable skill and outstanding win-loss ratio, but because he is a novelty. No one has ever seen a smart piglin like him. They examine his ears, his tusks, the curve of his knees on his digitigrade legs. (They’re unguligrade, actually, but Techno knows better than to correct them.) They hand him tiny nuggets of gold like a parent would dole out candy, because he’s a piglin and piglins like gold, right? A little treat for a rising star.
He hoards his gold preciously. Anyone who tries to steal it meets their end in the pit. Techno waits and he plans. He begins to hear the dull roar of the audience in his head, even when he’s alone. There are whispers in there, intertwined so neatly that he can only barely hear them on the periphery of his consciousness. The voices demand blood and violence-- business as usual-- but the whispers are different. They tell him a story of gods and men, of a god bestowing preternatural intelligence upon a squalling infant, so that it may become his champion.
Techno’s everyone’s champion (except his own), which means that he gets privileges that the others don’t. The others despise him for it. He must defend every scrap of favoritism he receives with his life. He never receives anything that will directly aid him in a fight; that’s too dangerous to give to anyone who exists outside of the ring. But he receives a weak healing potion, nearly expired, after a match more bloody than usual, occasionally spends time being dressed up and paraded around instead of in the pit, and-- oh. Finally. Finally.
The manager gifts him an apple. It’s a little shrivelled, likely plucked from a tree a handful of days ago. Techno knows he only received the gift because the manager has no use for it, can afford to waste food. Techno remembers, hazily, his older cousins crafting a wonderful, beautiful item that the humans stole off their corpses: a golden apple. He sequesters himself away in his room, feverishly crafts his magnum opus, and runs to the manager.
The manager’s office is simultaneously ostentatious and bare. They step out from behind their desk to greet Techno, smile strained in a way that speaks volumes. If this doesn’t go right, he’ll be spending time in the pit. He takes a bite of the golden apple, nearly chokes on it-- draws his stone sword, pockmarked with battle and not gleaming in the slightest--
Techno’s bleeding so much he can barely stand, but the manager’s head is deposed from their shoulders. The young piglin, in a fit of righteous pique, snatches the bloody golden crown from the floor, where it’s fallen off the manager’s head, and wears it for himself. It’s too big.
The floor-to-ceiling mirror to the left of the manager’s desk shows a broken, scarred child with wide eyes and a tilted crown. Techno imagines that one day, he’ll look in the mirror and see a piglin strong enough to take on the world, and big enough to wear his crown properly.
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I’m currently on a mcyt alien AU binge, so your Shooting Stars AU hits both that and my love for g/t! A few random question/ideas have popped into my head so here they are. / 1. Over the course of studying the humans did they ever notice the humans having contradicting habits from each other? / 2. Which was the first human to start warming up to an alien and which one was it? (1/3)
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These questions were great to answer, thank you!!! I've had a bit of a mental block for this au (I'm so sorry to that one shooting stars ask that's still in my box, I promise I haven't forgotten you) and the questions helped me to get the ideas flowing again!
1. Wilbur isn't expecting much diversity in the subjects. He assumes it's a very small sample of the population after all, so when the humans start displaying different behaviors he's pleasantly surprised. He doesn't notice much about Tommy and Ranboo's habits as Tubbo is usually with them, but Tubbo sometimes talks about little things he noticed about them. Tommy is much louder than Ranboo, but even Wilbur had noticed that. Whenever they got food, Tommy would take it first, look it over very carefully, before splitting it evenly between the two. Ranboo would play with his hair a lot, both would pace and Phil would not. Phil and Ranboo both talked to themselves a little, although Tubbo thought he was talking to Tommy at first and didn't realize the difference until Tommy was asleep. Tommy would try to climb things, and Phil would hum to himself. All three were very fidgety and antsy, but especially Phil. (humans don't cope well with boredom, and Phil would probably have a lot of difficulty with that, especially since he was alone.)
2. Phil and Wilbur actually bonded the quickest, starting to form some sort of connection even before they knew for certain the humans were sentient. After a dissection scare and panic attack, Wilbur played some music on a guitar-like instrument to try and calm Phil down. It worked, and while Phil was still very wary, he stopped being as outright scared of Wil. Tommy and Ranboo warmed up to Tubbo pretty quickly after the situation changed, although they're both still scared of Wilbur for a while, Ranboo especially. Techno is almost the opposite. Once he's caught, he's scared at first, but starts to get used to Wilbur fairly easily. But for some reason, he's very freaked out by Tubbo at first. He gets over the fear pretty quickly, but for a while he's still way more wary of Tubbo then Wilbur.
3. Since the ship is out in space, there isn't really a day/night cycle. The crewmates sleep in shifts altered to their specific biological needs, and the humans have a lot of trouble adjusting to a good sleep schedule. Their circadian rhythm is completely thrown off. Ranboo and Tommy both have a slight fear of the dark, but since they're in Tubbo's room, they don't really have much trouble. The room is well lit when Tubbo's awake and has dim lights on during the night. Techno isn't scared of the dark itself, but he's got a newfound fear of what's hiding in it. He's in what seems like a dangerous situation, and he has no idea what could be in the vents of the ship. He isn't scared of the dark, but he gets incredibly anxious when there might be danger and he can't see anything.
4. Since most of the earth animals are very small in comparison to the aliens, they didn't get many animal specimens. They have the three humans, a few deer, a single cat, some birds, and half of a scooped up pond that's mostly fish. Most of the specimens they brought back are plants rather than animals, which is Tubbo's specialty.
5. There wasn't really a big tipping point that made them realize the humans were sentient. Instead it was more of a build up of a lot of little things that could still be coincidence, but all together were evidence. The fact that the humans are wearing clothes is one thing. By itself it wouldn't mean anything. In the eyes of aliens, what's the difference between wearing possibly natural fabrics and a hermit crab using shells as a covering? In other words, that one thing alone isn't enough. If Wilbur had been keeping all of them together, he might've been clued in a bit quicker at the way humans interact with each other. But he only had Phil, so the only time he saw them was for brief tests. Tubbo isn't an animal specialist, so he didn't notice. The main reason they started to get suspicious was the way the humans reacted. Not just to tests but to everything around them. They seemed too intelligent, too understanding. Until Phil had a panic attack over Wilbur dissecting an off-earth specimen, the scientist was still too disbelieving that such a tiny lifeform could actually be sentient. The last straw was when Tubbo found Techno, who had been living in the vents for the last several weeks.
6. I absolutely love the humans are weird stuff, and I think if this was the only alien au that I've thought about, I probably would've been doing more of that. I actually have an au that isn't even g/t that I thought about a while ago that has more of a focus on humans are weird tropes, which is why I haven't really done any of that with this au. Idek if I'll ever post that other au, so maybe I shouldn't be so picky, but I try not to reuse too many plot points in my aus, especially since I mostly write in such a specific genre type. So... in conclusion, I definitely am fine with doing some humans are weird type stuff, but it'll probably not very much. Both since I don't want to reuse something I might do in that other au and because a lot of the draw of the humans are weird is that the humans can be the terrifying or unnerving ones, and the focus for this au is more how the aliens are the terrifying ones. I might do it with some of the more entertaining aspects of humans though haha. We'll just see how it goes.
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