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mavia-anon · 7 months

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Pandora's Key

Tommy had been having a good day.

For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.

He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.

The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--

Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.

Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.

His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--

"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"

When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.

"The blueprints." The Blade demands.

For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.

And then he realises.

Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.

He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--

And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.

Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.

Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.

It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.

But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.

There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.

There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.

And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.

#tommyinnit #technoblade #drabble #dark sbi #dreamwastaken #sbi fanfiction

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alliumdykes · 4 months

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cClingy hurt/comfort drabble

Tubbo led Tommy to one of the bathrooms, the one with the most space. The girl didn’t like taking a shower, when she tried she would be found sobbing and banging on the door to be let out. So instead she usually used the lake.

Tubbo let her in, allowing her to get undressed as he turned on the shower, putting his hand under while it was warming up before himself got undressed. When they both entered the shower he could see Tommy shaking, Tubbo held his hand out to allow her to hold.

He slowly started to wash her hair, doing his best to separate the curls and not damage them, repeating the same pattern he would do with Michaels hair. Tears started to build up in Tommy's eyes.

Tubbo finished helping her with her hair as quickly as he could before turning off the shower and throwing a towel at her, giving him a skwark in return.

#No they aren’t /r in this btw. more of in a qpr #Sailor soliloquies and stuff #clingy duo #cclingyduo #ctommy #ctubbo #tommyinnit #tubbo #dsmp #nonsexual nudity #drabble

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ax-y10 · 4 months

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masterlist

wilbur;

fics/drabbles- "happy valentines day!" "don't tell dad, please?" from the daylight (running from thedaylight) i know (we weren't perfect) step aside your habits (wreck your head) the zones of regulation fresh starts hangover cycle wilbur. blue my little zombie knock promise

headcanons- love through jumbled words fluffy musician!bur moodboard + headcanons

"dad!"

series- the summoning im not like her

part of an event- 100 follower event small break soundcheck pure love and disney sweaters are we (on the same page yet?) if you need me (i'll be in my coffin) up and over the ledge fluffy pt. 2 shut up sore loser "i'm just tired" 200 follower event mopey and majestic irritating interests timing is key

ted;

fics/drabbles- photographs

headcanons- "dad!"

series- none yet

part of an event- "imagine being young" warm and flustered

tommyinnit;

fics/drabbles- none yet

headcanons- black out love

series- none yet

part of an event- oblivious oh, tommy

others;

fics/drabbles- he loves me, he loves me not

headcanons- goofiness

series- bitter beginnings and sweet endings

part of an event- none yet

events;

100 follower event (finished) 200 follower event (finished)

#masterlist #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #ted nivison #fics #drabbles #headcanons #series #events #wilbur #tommy #ted #mcyt #chuckle sandwich

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amyelevenn · 2 years

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Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you stumble upon the minecraft household a few days before Christmas rather hurt.

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

A/N; one of my faves i've written <33 hope you enjoy as always

1.9k words - M.LIST

Running was never a fun task. Whether it was in a race or from a deadly pursuer, it was never something you seemed to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart… I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times nicking the skin. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality would’ve only been hours. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did, well, you be dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, your pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which really fucking sucks. You also had a black eye, but that hadn’t swollen up yet, so you paid it no mind.

Many – way too many – mobs were on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that piled up to your shins.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere.

Almost as if right on que, light flooded your vision. Not just any light, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by the small fires, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever carved the way, hopping that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you, but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what little energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination were from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out faint voices echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed, when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

But alas, you never would. That is, at least, not on your own.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot (and your eye beginning to swell shut), you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do, but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was an iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heartbeat, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third however, not so much. The tip managed to lodge itself in your thigh, and it went in deep. An involuntary yelp escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With the arrow head still in your leg, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way to close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the arrow head in your thigh, your mangled ankle, swollen black eye, heaving chest, pounding headache, and what feels like a broken shoulder, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

What you didn’t hear was multiple pairs of feet shuffling to your side, carrying you into the warmth of the fire lit in the cabin you had come so close to making it too.

Calloused hands lay you down on a pillow next to the raging flame whilst another pair scanned you for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Six major injuries was what the counted, with heaps more smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still alive was a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. In the end there were two people helping you out, the other two either to stubborn or plainly told to stay away.

After multiple strenuous hours of stitching, cleaning, mending and bandaging, they deemed you fit enough to be left by the comfort of the fire. Despite how shallow your breathing was, they were just happy that your chest was moving up and down at all. Whoever it was that had taken you in prayed that what they did was enough to keep you alive for now.

One stayed on the couch near you, the remaining three scurrying off to their rooms to retreat for the night.

Considering it was around midnight when you had been found, it wasn’t much of a surprise when day broke not long after the stranger sat with you had finally clasped an inkling of sleep. Although it was much to their dismay, they brushed it off to start the households usual daily routine, as if there wasn’t a broken soul curled in on themselves by the fire.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Meal after meal passed, yet you didn’t seem keen on waking any time soon. Your rescuers were worried for your health, despite the steady healing of your many war wounds. You seem to look a bit thinner than you originally had, but that could’ve been the mindless delusion.

Dusk of the third day, you stirred. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the quartet to catch it in their peripheral vision. They had been in the middle of their feed, chatting about their day when your arm curled further around your body, almost as if you were trying to hug – comfort – yourself. They each sent each other a knowing look – that it was time to wake you up. Or at least try.

The same pair of scarred and calloused hands from earlier were the ones to shake your good shoulder gently, attempting to awaken you from your slumber. They rolled you over, so you were lying on your back.

A tired yawn emitted quietly from your lips, your eyes struggling to open. The first thing you felt was a weary euphoria, the type you would feel after waking up from a much needed midday nap. However short lived the warmth is, you bask in the intoxication as it slips through your fingers and moulds into agony.

Opening your eyes, you groan as your whole body floods with aches and pains. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the four strangers awkwardly sitting by you. You don’t recognise one thing nearby and come rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before.

Maybe it was a dream, and you were really dead. Honestly, a win for everyone.

“Hey mate, how ya doin’?” the man in front of you pipes up, a kind smile wrinkling his older features. You notice that your hearing is completely gone in one ear and fuzzy in the other, but you can’t think of as to why that is. You don’t respond, unable to find your voice. “Oh-… er, do- do you speak English?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

You make no move to reply, staring at him blankly. Everything stays still and quiet for a moment, when another, taller man moves his hands. He is gazing down at you from where he is standing by a couch, appearing to be… signing to you. He falters for a second, muttering to himself and correcting his movements. He stops, looking at you expectantly.

You had learnt basic sign language when you were younger, but you couldn’t remember where or who from. Lifting your hand instinctively to reply, you wince at the stabbing pain electrifying your shoulder.

“Tommy, grab the med kit,” you hear a new voice instruct, but focus more on the fatigue now bubbling in your stomach.

What a fun way to wake up.

#sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi x reader #reader insert #oneshot #drabble #fluff #gender neutral #ameswrites #near death experience

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randomfansstuff · 2 years

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he thinks he felt it coming.

of course, he couldn't predict it word for word, the sudden absurdity of utah suddenly becoming relevant was a slight backlash, but deep down he felt it coming.

if he had to describe the feeling, it was as if he was slowly watching wilbur pack a suitcase. full of clothes and other necessities. slowly, he's watching wilbur do his preperations to leave, and then he does.

the last few months in pogtopia evoked a similar feeling. it felt slightly more grim, maybe. but the same feeling nontheless. wilburs leaving and theres nothing he can do about it.

he can't come along, he cant wretch the suitcase out of wilburs hands. he can only stand and watch it happen all over again, the sinking fear in his heart that this was the last time he'd ever lay eye on wilbur soot.

he felt it coming, the feeling was the same. the execution was not.

last time, he could only watch from a distance, scream a name he knows wont hear him.

last time he stood in front of what was left of wilbur, his face as blank as a paper, not a single shed tear making it's way through.

this time, he was right next to him. he watched him leave, he got to hear his explanation. to read his book, and to feel loved for the first time in years.

he thought maybe this, this sense of what must be closure, would make the feeling go away.

it didn't.

this time, he just stood there. and he cried.

#short drabble #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #tommyinnit #c!tommy #wilbur soot #c!wilbur soot #dsmp spoilers #dsmp drabble #please reblog

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sing-me-under · 2 years

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Fallout

#personal #dreamlessart #dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #niki nihachu #quackity #lol trying to add tags #fanart #comic #oh btw this is based on a very short drabble I wrote #from like two weeks ago #it took me two weeks to muster up the energy to draw this

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kira-anon-uwu · 9 months

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“I don’t think that’s dumb at all,”, Wilbur said, not looking at him, “I think you did what you felt you had to, and you got the fuck out when things stopped going your way.”

“I feel like a fucking coward,”, Tommy sighed.

“Cowardice would have been staying to fix someone else’s mistake, what you did was look out for yourself and figure out shit was going south before everyone else.”

“But if I stayed, if I’d fucking told them-”

“Then you would have gotten caught up in that shit as well, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Tommy’s mouth was drawn in a thin line, his hands going into fists to hide how bad they were shaking. “I feel like I should have, sometimes. I don’t feel like I should be here; I don’t deserve it.”

He looked out over the edge of the building, at the city that he wished he was millions of miles away from. At the blood on his hands that would never really leave him no matter how many times he washed them.

Wilbur eventually moved to stand next to him, shoulder against his as he set his gaze across the same skyline. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad to have you here, and I’m proud of you for what you’ve accomplished.”

“You shouldn’t be,”, he shook his head, “You really fucking shouldn’t be.”

#drabble #mcyt #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #don't ask what this is about i just shit it out on my dash

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thelittlebroccoli · 1 year

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OMG SLEEPY BOIS INC IDEA JUST DROPPED

Okay, so we have Techno, Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. And we have Supernatural.

In this, Tommy’s a spirit/demon/whatever. Phil’s a fallen Angel, and Techno and Wilbur are the ‘Sam and Dean’.

Wilbur and Techno found out about spirits demons all that jazz because their parents died in the midst of an Angel/Demon battle, where they met Phil. Wil and Techno make a vow for vengeance, yada yada yada. Phil’s their ‘guardian Angel’ but not actually, promising to watch over them, and a few years after Wil and Techno meet Phil he loses his Grace (Angel powers go bye bye).

They then have this doting father figure, ex Angel badass man with them on their ghost/demon hunting. Like I said earlier, the brothers don’t really like demons… cause one killed their parents… but they can’t seem to shake this one trickster demon that tailed them for over half a year.

Finally they trap the guy, and it’s (basically) a kid, he’s really 18 but in demon years quite a bit older. They are wary of this demon for quite some time before warming up to him. If you haven’t realized it already this demon is Tommy.

okay that’s what I have for now. Bye bye

#sbi #drabble #dream smp #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #tommyinnit #mcyt #dark sbi #kinda #supernatural… kinda #sbi au #dsmp

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bedrockbrosau · 1 year

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Techno smiled, "Theseus, I have something for you."

"Fuck-oh?" The boy's gaze was filled with a level of sheer adoring only roused by golden apples.

It was a disc. Pigstep.

"Thankyouthankyou" Tommy launched his body into the mass of pink fur that sheilded Techno.

Tommy paused as he looked through the sparse wastes that was his inventory- within it is a disc.

Pigstep it seemed.

Oh.

It was the... asshole pig's.

(He ignored any notion of longing to hear it, to keep a remnant of a time in which he had been decently happy in a world of endless snow)

He flung it from his possession, wincing as it cracked on the cobblestone, splitting perfectly in two.

Techno found it months later, navigating the forest of red vines that were now common throughout the central smp. His ax made a soft clink as it scratched the top of a shattered disc, one burried beneath the infestation Techno was doing his best to clear.

"Theseus... of course he would." Techno wouldn't say he was bitter, he wouldn't say he had any feelings about Tommy. Negative or postive.

(But he did have them- many of them)

#dreamsmp #dsmp #technoblade #tommyinnit #bedrock bros #ctechno #ctommy #drabble #writing #angst #music discs

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gayritory · 1 year

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Carnival date with CCs! (Very chaotic)

Tws: dark jokes, mild cursing, a dirty joke, mention of blood, TONS OF FLUFF BE WARNED.

I'm a new writer so please give feedback and requests! (also follow cus no one is following) </3

Quacktity (platonic)

You and your best friend decided to go on a date, since the both of you have been working hard.

The first thing that caught your eye is a duck game booth, which then led you to dragging him towards the booth.

"HEY THATS ME!"

"Wait what the fuck"

Turns out the game was where you have to shoot the floating ducks with a BB- GUN.

Before your best friend could drag you away you decided to pay the worker behind the booth.

"aye aYe AyE NO-" quackity protested while trying to take the gun out of your hands, but he fastly put his hands up in defense when you told him you would shoot him.

quackity behind you covering his eyes while you aim at the ducks. All while you hear quiet mumblings from the boy behind you about you being a disgrace to his community.

because of your godly aim and no help from boy behind you- you won.

The unfazed worker than placed a fuzzy duck like plushie in your hands which caused quackity to snatch it from you.

"YOU KILLED HIS ANCESTORS"

That's when quackity sympathetically gazed at the prize in his hands, which caused him to let out a overdramatic silly scream. He quickly gave the duck to you and went on his knees, not caring about the strange looks around him.

"LOOK WHAT YOU CAUSED!"

confusingly you looked at the duck and realized the duck had 2 Xses as eyes and a line as a mouth.

YEP THE DUCK WAS DEAD!

Let's just say whenever you guys got in arguments he always brought up the memory of you "buying a dead duck"

Nihachu

instead of being on rides you guys spent your time doing-

Other things...

It was when you guys were walking around when Niki dragged you to food stand...

"look at these cookies!"

Behind the glass display layed varies of pink and purple frosted heart shaped cookies with cringe sayings :

"be mine?"

"your the only one for me"

"your my sugar"

"i love you"

Maybe the cookies could be the way to ask Nikki out!

You were about to go up to the register and order when someone aggressively tapped your shoulder.

"the line is back here buddy"

Turns out that line was longer than my dick so you guys just started walking agian.

You were walking disappointingly, looking for something to do when Nikki ran up to claw machine, causing you to follow after her.

"AHHH LOOK AT THIS CUTE LITTLE MONSTER"

she pointed at the only pink monster out of all the car plushies.

"I'm getting this"

And that's how her quest started, which led to her trying 7 times with full hope.

But on her 8th try she let out a pout;

"I WILL GET THS STUPID LITTLE CUTE MONSTER" she yelled out, obviously severly frustrated but cute as a angry child.

"this is not funny!"

Oops..

It's been 30 minutes and shes still determined to get that little bitch.

You told her you're going to the bathroom, but in reality your not.

You suspiciously walked up to the shorter line of the cookie cart hoping Niki didn't give up on her quest and just followed after you.

Once you reached up to the front of the line, it was your turn to order. You anxiously asked if they they could do custom words, hoping you didn't wait in this line for nothing.

But to your surprise, they could!

"have a good night" you said to the worker as you took the white paper bag filled with 3 cookie.

yep- it was now night- hopefully Niki didn't just leave.

You tiredly walked over to where the claw machine was, anxiously fidgeting by swinging the bag of cookies back and forth because of whats to come.

You then saw Niki seated on a bench near the machine- swinging her feet with the pink monster plushie in her arms.

She quickly looked up at you and smiled causing you to smile back.

You excitingly jogged up to her and sat down next to her.

she than shyly put the monster in your arms, trying to hide her light blush on her cheeks.

"aw is this for me?"

she didn't reply nor nod but you knew it was for you based on how flustered she was acting.

Wanting to save her embarrassment and hopefully not cause you embarrassment, you opened the paper white bag which contained the custom cookies.

You took the first cookie out and anxiously placed it in her hands faced up;

"are you a chicken because your impeccable"

This caused her to start cackling, no matter how hard she laughs- she always seems quiet.

Feeling less confident you put the 2nd cookie in her hands, worrying about the 3rd cookie";

"your pretty and I'm cute, together we'd be pretty cute"

Before she could show any response you quickly gave her the last cookie before you changed your mind;

"Will you be mine"

and that's when she took something out from her pocket and placed it in your hands.

It was a purple frosted heart shaped cookie with one word:

"yes"

not knowing and wondering how she got that cookie but only focusing on the feeling of her lips on your cheek.

Tubbo

the one thing you love about carnival games is ski ball, which to your happiness ski ball was right in front of you.

You quickly grabbed poor tubbos hand and dragged him towards the machine, unaware of the situation that's about to happen.

"what is this?"

"you never played ski ball? TUBBO!" you playfully gasphed. Causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

You took the ball in your hands and showed TUBBO how do roll it.

But surprisingly TUBBO didn't get the memo of the rolling part, so on his turn he just roughly threw the ball on at the machine, causing the plastic top part cover of the machine to shatter and break.

That's when the machine starting loudly beeping.

Yeah you two ran out of there.

You guys ended up getting tired of running so you both came to a stop.

You were about to mention the situation when you got interrupted:

"I'm hungry" tubbo wined, acting like he didn't just cause chaos.

You couldn't complain because you were hungry as well. But sadly you both already spent all your money on games, which is impressive since y'all have only been there for 25 minutes.

You both decided to head out and on the way out they're was a "apple bobbing" game being played by a little blonde girl wearing a pink puffer jacket.

You couldn't tell her age since her face was dunked in the water, but you could tell she was no older than 10.

But tubbo being tubbo snatched an apple out of the water which to our dismay was the same apple the player had in there mouth.

That resulted in tubbo pulling a little bit to hard... causing him to pick the young girl up off the ground as pulled the apple higher.

This bitch did not let go- she's like a rabid dog.

finally the girl let go, and spit something in her hand;

"momma! My tooth!" She screamed as she cried while a little bit of blood dribbled out of her mouth.

tubbo dropped the deep teeth marked apple and started running.

Yep we ran again but further and faster this time.

We finally slowed down and i looked at tubbo in disbelief.

"tubbo. You just harrassed a little girl."

"i was hungryyyyyyyy"

Tommyinnit

"do you want to have a cliche moment and go on a Ferris wheel?"

With that you both went in a laughing fit. And started heading towards food.

yep you guys ate so much food. Too much food. It was bad.

After you guys regenerated from the food you went in bumper cars which ended up with Tommy nonstop following you and bumping into you- like a little fly that won't go away.

"FUCK OFF!"

"SHHH THEY'RES CHILDREN HERE!"

You both went up to the haunted house attraction, which was next to the house of mirrors.

And that's when Tommy dragged you to the house of mirrors because it "brings back memories"

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU" Tommy said as you heard a loud thump followed by long painful groan.

It took 30 minutes to get out of the mirror maze, but you'd still be stuck in there if Tommy didn't start yelling for "security"

"you. are .getting. sued" Tommy painful groaned with his hand on his head as he walked to the closes table.

"ahh FOCK!"

After a few long minutes of you taking care of Tommy's head, he insisted that he shows you how manly he is.

And by that he played wack-a-mole.

"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE" he kept yelling at every mole he wacked- getting terrified looks from other people.

Yeah out of context it sounds pretty bad.

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rosiehunterwolf · 11 months

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The evening air was cool, settling down into the earth with a soft sigh after a hot day. Vibrant oranges spilled across the sky like an ink bottle that a careless hand had knocked over, bleeding into deep, blushing shades of ruby. He closed his eyes, inhaling the day’s dying breath.

“Techno!” A loud shout shattered his sanctuary, and, with a last, flickering smile, he got to his feet and turned to face the boy racing- rather ungracefully- through the grass towards him, a large white dog bounding at his heels. The boy narrowly avoided tripping over a root, and when he arrived in front of Techno he was out of breath and his shock of blond hair was tousled by the wind. The dog standing next to him looked rather similar, panting with a stupid grin on his face, fur ruffled by the kid’s grubby hands no doubt. And to think he was supposed to be an attack dog. So much for the intimidation factor.

“Are you coming, dumbass? You’re gonna be late!”

“I’m comin’ Tommy, would it kill you to learn some patience?” He chuckled, shoving the blond’s head away from him. The boy spluttered indignantly. He tried to lick Techno’s hand but Techno caught it from a mile away, having seen Wilbur fall victim to the same trick one too many times, and yanked his hand away. “Nobody’s goin’ anywhere.”

“Well, they’re waiting! And you’re being slow! So come faster!”

Techno shot him a glare. “Don’t tell me what to do, child. My dog could rip your throat out at any second.”

“Apollo likes me better than you, bitch!” Tommy cackled, before turning heel and sprinting off towards the house. Apollo looked slightly conflicted as he glanced between them, but as Techno shook his head and began to follow, the dog bounded forward, baying eagerly.

His boots crunched in the dry grass as he reached the front door, running a quick hand down Carl’s nose before slipping inside, where Tommy was (loudly) recounting whatever exaggerated story he had come up with this time. Phil was his victim of choice, a slightly strained smile on his face as he distractedly listened to Tommy’s animated words while trying to frost the cake.

“It’s bad manners to be late to your own party, y’know.” Wilbur was leaning against the wall, smirking.

“Woah, woah, who said anythin’ about a party? I thought we agreed, small-gatherings-of-people-that-I-guess-I-think-are-okay only?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, trying to fight back his grin. “Yeah, sure, whatever. It’s still rude.”

“Tommy,” Phil said firmly, interrupting the boy’s ramblings.

“Tommy, leave the poor old man alone before you give him a migraine. Come over here and help your dear brother instead.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, coming over to them. “What do you want-”

“Thanks.” Techno dumped his cloak off his shoulders, onto the boy’s head, and Tommy yelped, scrambling frantically as he tried to free himself from it. Wilbur and Techno both burst into laughter, and Tommy managed to stick an arm out from under the cloak to flip them off while his face was still buried in the fluffy collar.

There was a gentle knock at the door, but before anyone could get it, it was already swinging open and Tubbo was barging in, yanking a flustered Ranboo by the wrist behind him. Niki followed them, smiling sweetly as she closed the door behind the boys. She took one glance at Phil’s cake before raising up the basket she was holding. “Don’t worry, Phil, I brought cupcakes.”

The man groaned. “It’s not that bad.”

“Sorry, Phil,” Techno shrugged, taking a cupcake from Niki’s basket and thanking her with a nod. “But Niki makes way better cakes than you do.”

Phil grinned at him. “Last time I ever try to do anything nice for your birthday, then.”

“If you’re even around for the next one,” Techno muttered around a bite of cake as Niki tried to stop the man from lunging at him.

“Happy birthday, Techno!” Tubbo cried, every bit as loud as his blond-haired counterpart, shoving a small, shoddily wrapped box into his hands. “Just don’t open it now, okay?”

“Tubbo, you better not have brought nukes into my house, young man,” Phil scolded, and Tubbo stayed suspiciously silent and he scurried off to pull the cloak off of Tommy and, subsequently, mock him for it.

“I got you something too,” Ranboo murmured, handing Techno a pink carnation. “I know it’s not much, but… it feels right for you.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” Techno smiled at him, giving the flower a gentle sniff. “I love it.”

Techno sat down on the couch, scratching the top of Apollo’s head as he gazed around the room. At Tommy and Tubbo bickering, at Wilbur trying (and failing) to steal another cupcake from Niki without receiving a slap to the back of the hand, and at Phil putting little braids in Ranboo’s hair where they chatted by the fire.

Somehow, he had a feeling that all of them were going to be alright.

“Techno?”

He started, realizing he had zoned out for a second. Phil was looking at him.

“You alright, mate?”

“…Yeah.” Techno looked down at the flower for a minute, then back up at all the people he had somehow found himself loving looking back at him. “…Yeah. I think everything’s going to be just fine.”

Happy birthday, king.

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mavia-anon · 1 year

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Blood of Our Blood

There's a man... No. A boy cowering in front of Technoblade. It's not an unusual sight, at 6'8" of pure muscle, Techno is used to people being scared of him at first glance.

And that's not even including Technos newfound title of Warlord.

Truly, had not meant to gain such a bloodthirsty reputation, but he had looked at the world and its injustices, had seen what it did to good people while the bad prospered, and he knew he had the power to do something about it.

Techno glances at Phil, but his right hand man looks just as confused as Technoblade feels. The kid in front of him hasn't said anything, he'd just been left here by a soldier saying he had a message for them.

He certainly didn't look like any of Technos' errand boys, his clothes look fancy and unfit for life at the front lines, and under them he seems much too thin. His curly brown hair looks knotted and greasy and he seems terrified.

"Can I, uh, can I help you kid?" Techno asks.

The kid flinches at the sound of his voice but answers nevertheless. "Yes, sir. I'm a messenger from Manburg, sir."

Ah. That makes sense. The siege on Manburg is imminent, Techno had tried peace talks with it's ruler, but Schlatt -- just as Techno remembered him -- is a hard man to get in contact with, and a harder man to even talk to.

Not that it matters now. Even the small part of Technos army currently camped outside it's walls easily outnumbers any Manburg military force.

"I don't suppose you're bringing their surrender?" Techno asks dryly.

"N- no, sir. The President has asked that you reconsider your assault." The kid swallows heavy and looks up to meet Technos eyes for the first time. He's trying to put on a brave face, but the fear is clear in his eyes. "And he-- he sent me as a tribute of good will."

Techno scowls. "You?" He hisses, noticing that the kid turns pale white at the word.

"What Technoblade means to say," Phil interrupts, shooting Techno a scathing look. "Is that we're just confused as to why Schlatt would send a person as tribute."

"My name is Wilbur Soot." The kid introduces, and something about his name itches at the back of Technos head.

"I'm the last surviving member of the royal family."

***

Techno knows there's an intruder in his tent before he even opens his eyes. Even without his piglin instincts, it's a sense he's developed after years on the battle fronts, and as he opens his eyes and glances around the dark of his room, his gaze meets Phil to find him equally awake and aware.

They come to a silent understanding. Someone is sneaking around, either an assassin or a spy, Techno doesn't care, he's just going to make them pay.

A shadow moves in the corner of the room, and Technos hand finds the dagger under his pillow as he shoots forward.

There's a startled cry but with little to no resistance Techno has the intruder pinned to the floor with his dagger at their throat.

His eyes adjust to the dark of night, and beneath him Techno sees a childish face staring back at him, long curled hair pulled back in a half pony tail and blue eyes that burn with no trace of fear, only pure anger.

The kid snarls at him, and Techno catches the faintest flash of tiny, runt-like tusks bearing at him.

Light flickers to life somewhere over his shoulder, and Techno feels Phil stalk closer with a lit candle in hand. In the flickering light, Techno can't help but notice how the kids hair shines a glittering gold.

The voices stir to life in the back of Technos skull.

"And who might you be mate?" Phil asks.

"Not of your fucking business!" The kid hisses, bearing his tusks again. "What the fuck did you do to Wilbur?"

Techno startles. That... Not what he expected.

"What," Techno drawls. "Don't tell me Schlatt sent some amateur to take the kid back after he gave him up as tribute."

"I don't fucking work for that bastard!" The kid snaps. "He's a bitch and a wrongun!'

"So why are you here then mate?" Phil asks, peering closer at the kid still pinned under Technos dagger.

"I'm here to save Wilbur from you!"

Techno can't help but scoff. "Very good job you're doing so far." He laughs, missing how Tommy seems utterly destroyed by that, slumping against the floor in defeat and what might be the start of tears pricking at his eyes.

Phil, however, sees the glimmer of unshed tears and croons lowly in his throat.

Techno shoots a glare at his friend. He knows that sound, he was making it at Wilbur earlier trying to get the kid to calm down. Techno will not be allowing his friend to adopt another kid so soon after he adopted the first.

"Phil." He warns lowly.

The Elytrian just rolls his eyes. "Oh come on mate, if he's Wilburs friend maybe that will help him settle in easier!"

Techno looks down at the kid, finally noticing just how... Young and tired he looks.

Gold the voices hiss. Gold. Ours. Blood. Blood of our blood. Ours. Blood for the blood god. Blood of our blood.

Defeated, Techno sighs and pulls away from the kid. "They're your responsibility." He huffs and goes right back to bed.

He has a siege in the morning.

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chartreuseorigami-fandoms · 1 year

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On every person’s eighteenth birthday they are given a choice: to remember or to forget.

Techno doesn’t want to forget.

Techno doesn’t want to forget, but he knows what Wilbur is going to choose. Techno doesn’t want to forget, but he also doesn’t want to remember a world that Wilbur doesn’t.

——

“You’re going to forget, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Technoblade froze, not knowing what to say, though it appeared his silence was answer enough.

“You’re worse than Wilbur,” Tommy whispered.

Technoblade turned around, forcing himself to face his brother who stood, arms crossed, in the doorway. He was a coward, he knew, for hoping that this conversation wasn’t going to happen. It was, though, and he needed to say something, he needed to make his brother understand. “Tommy—“

“No!” Tommy interrupted, sharp and rough. He could now see the tears falling down his face. “Don’t you dare deny it. Because at least—at least Wilbur doesn’t pretend like he might stay, at least he doesn’t make me think that I might be enough.” The words came out through a choked sob and Techno felt all the air leave his lungs. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something in response and wipe that awful look of devastation from his baby brother’s face, but Tommy cut him off. “And don’t say that I am because if I was then you wouldn’t be leaving. If I was then you wouldn’t be giving me up for someone who doesn’t even want you.”

And the thing was, Techno didn’t even flinch. He should have; the words should have felt like slaps to the face and they did in a sense—but who was he to flinch when the pain was already omnipresent? Because even if Tommy’s words rang true, he already knew. He knew that Wilbur didn’t want him, he knew that he was clinging onto a past that was already gone, and yet he couldn’t let go. It was pathetic. It wasn’t like he was ignorant to this fact or unwilling to see it, it was just that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much Wilbur wanted to leave him behind because he would still, in all of his naivety, follow a step behind.

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