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NEW FIC ALERT! it’s a oneshot—in fact, my first one on ao3!
is it food for not main fic posting in over a month? NOOO-
“a juniper’s will”
Word Count: 5603
Audience: Teens+
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Flashbacks, Mafia Violence, Weapons
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Technoblade walked up to the gold doors of the palace. Blood followed where he walked, sword dragging around with an ear-bursting sound. The orchards, once bustling with the frantic voices of guards and servants, became as dead as a graveyard. Dark clouds loomed overhead in warning patterns.
He took a breath. Then two. Then a shuddering gasp.
He didn’t have to do this. Niki had told him so. That he could walk away and let the vengeance fade out. Let Dream and his fuckhead allies die to rebellion. Let time run its course.
But he knew one thing about himself. One thing that was certain.
He wouldn’t let his family die in vain. He wouldn’t let the name that tasted like ichor on loyal tongues fade in the ink of history books. No, he was much more than that. Much more than a quitter.
This was for his mother. The beautiful, wild, free woman who graced the lands with kindness. Who fed the hungry, who cared for the weak. Who defended her family till their last breath, dark dress stained with righteous blood.
This was for his father. The selfless, sharp, heroic king who brought their nation to victories. Who led with the valor of a thousand knights. Who, with the force of a raven, swore death on the man who ruined them.
This was for his twin. Arguably the better of the two, with his unmistakable charm and wit. The one who brought magical song to their people, so magical that sirens would pale at his voice. Who fought with ambition until he sang his last tune.
This was for his youngest brother. The light of their empire, the sun in the sky. Who ran around, bringing joy with energy and unwavering love. Who was optimistic till the end, until the day a boy died too young, too violently.
This was for them. And all the people lost to the temper of a tyrant.
Technoblade took one last breath as he pushed the doors open wide.
“Ah, Technoblade. Crown Prince of the Antarctic Empire.” The voice was foolish. Stupid. Naïve. “I knew you’d come, sooner or la-“
He didn’t give Dream a chance to finish. Not with the arrow in his shoulder.
The false king gasped as the tip impaled bone. A strangled groan echoed through the room, shuddering the curtains.
He walked down the red—bloody—carpet. Nobody stopped him. No guard moved.
Loyal tongues.
He stopped at the steps of the throne. Dream still wheezed, blood leaking out of his shoulder.
“What- what are you doing?” he asked with horrified eyes.
“You aren’t fit to be a ruler. Nobody but my family were.”
Dream flinched, pressing himself to the back of the throne. “No. Your family was weak. They died.”
Technoblade hummed. He raised his sword high. His grip didn’t waver. “Not all of them.”
He swung down.
The scream of the false ruler died in his throat. Green eyes went glassy, figure limp. Another ruler dead to another.
Technoblade leaned down towards his ear. Blood dripped on his shoes, the carpet turning somehow redder in the vengeful sunlight. With a bitter venom, he smiled.
“Sic semper tyrannis.”
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Okay, but can we talk about how OSMP coded "Hot Wings (I Wanna Party" is?
Like. LIKE. AH. AHHHH-
The original song from Rio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjjaD_FMKiU
And here's my interpretation, BEAR WITH ME-
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The entire song is just o!Tommy hyping everyone up in the Pube because they're all boring and mid and taking L's.
In short, I orchestrated an entire animatic in my head while in a car ride.
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The chirps are the Avians (Tommy and Beau) while the caws are Elytrians (Phil).
Party in Ipanema, baby!
I want to party
I want to samba
I want to party
I want to samba
I want to party
And live my life (live my life)
I want to party (party)
And fly
This entire bit is the intro. Tommy walks into the Pube and sees everyone just... sad and boring and not all over the place. He decides to change that and just starts hyping up the place.
Imma fly, fly just like a bird
Tommy, being Tommy, starting to be fucking energetic.
(But you are a bird! )
Wilbur being a smartass, raising an eyebrow as he reads a book.
Oh yeah, you're right,
So let me fly just like a rocket, then (okay)
Scott and Sparklez, being the Starborne, just being like "Yeah sure."
Fly so high where I need to come down for oxygen
Cause once we start it, baby, ain't no ain't no stoppin' then
Tubbo's flying in the air and Tommy does some acrobatics thing and drags him down, much to the former's annoyance.
'Cause I just want to live my life, and party
All I want is to be free, and rock my body
Tommy drags Ranboo into his whole mess and does some funky moves like a funky boy. Ranboo, though skeptical, can in fact bust it down and is actually a really fucking good dancer.
Ain't nowhere around the world that I want to live my life
In Rio
'Cause in Rio
In Rio, I realize
I want to party (party)
I want to samba (party)
I want to party (party)
And fly
Everyone's starting to get Tommy's antics, and everyone starts to dance. Maybe Phil flying through the Pube (despite his genetics), Wilbur dragging Techno into the mix, and Jack letting lose. Just... happy chaos.
I'm that samba, samba
Master, master, master
Master, master
Cue Sneeg and Charlie having a dance off. A full on, little man dance off.
Who shouts out?
Imma get your blaster, blaster,
Blaster, blaster, blaster
You dance fast,
But I dance faster, faster, faster
Faster, faster
You're too slow
You need to catch up
You can dance, and dance, but I
Perhaps some light smack talk about each other's dancing? Just dancing? FUCKING HAPPY THINGS MAN.
I want to party (party)
I want to samba (party)
I want to party (party)
I want to samba (party)
I want to party (party)
And live my life (live my life)
I want to party (party)
And fly
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
More dancing! Singing! Happy chirps from Tommy!
Laya
Laya
Laya
Laya
Hey
Laya
Laya
Laya
Laya
Laya
Laya
Laya
Laya
THIS ENTIRE BIT. Is just Niki singing. Just that. The "laya"? Niki singing. I rest my case.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Party bitches! Happy things! I love this so much.
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If someone makes this an animatic istg I will love you forever (/lh)
For all the people that stuck around and read the entire thing, thank you c:
BUT PLEASE CAN SOMEONE SEE THIS
#origins smp#o!scott#o!tubbo#o!tommy#o!phil#osmp#animatic idea#interpretation#o!wilbur#o!ranboo#o!niki
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Chosen God Au?
Nor for any fandom in particular, just an AU. Also slightly inspired from the song "Just A Man" from Epic: The Musical. Literally just taht one line.
An AU in which gods aren't born, they are chosen by the universe itself. Handpicked from the billions of humans on Earth, the universe goes "Yeah, this one will make a good celestial being", and steals them from their normal lives. This process usually goes well. Y'know, until there's that rebellious soul that doesn't want to be an immortal all-powerful thing and wants to return to their normal life.
With that being said, here's a hypothetical argument I created between [Protagonist A], the pissy human protégé unwillingly dragged from Earth, and [Protagonist B], the god/goddess mentor who's actually pretty miserable.
(Note: PA is a guy human while PB is a goddess in this scene.)
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"I'm sick and tired of doing this! Following your bidding, carrying out your tasks, it's too much. I cannot handle this amount of work! Nobody can! Literally no human being is capable of doing what the gods ask of us. It's almost like you're having a laugh out of it! Well guess what, we're just people. I am just a man!"
"And I was once just a woman!" she cries.
Something breaks in her voice. It makes [Protagonist A] shiver.
"What..?"
"I was once a woman! But one day, fate chose me. I had the literal weight of the world thrown upon my shoulders! Without warning, I was forced into a world of chaos and war. I was left bruised and bloodied on battlefields because I was still a woman! Still human, flesh and blood. I endured the gods' antics because if I didn't, I'd die! So scream and shout at me all you want, but I will not refuse to help you from meeting the same fate as I!"
Her eyes glisten, but her anger remains steadfast.
"I'm sorry for laying this on you. I'm sorry for taking you in as an unwilling protégé, shoved into this universe. But I am not sorry for giving you a chance I never had."
She meets his eyes, strength and determination shining.
"If you succeed, you can live again. Just live."
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HERE ME OUT HERE
osmp but with dsmp motives/emotions
the song “castle of glass” by linkin park
some lines describe the members (ex. “fly me up on a silver wing” refers to phil)
the “castle of glass” is just a giant villain scheme in which everyone’s plotting against each other BUT phil and sneeg are controlling everyone subtly
and when they’re “just a crack”, they’re just a part of an evil operation that helps one party and one party only
MAKE IT MANIPULATIVE MAFIA OSMP
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AHHHHH
It's been a full year. A FULL FUCKING YEAR
folks, it's the one year anniversary of my fic Kings of Echoes.
holy shit. HOLY SHIT- im proud of myself :D
here's the damn thing
WOOOO
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writing for "Who The Ever-loving F*** Made Me A Prince?"
this piece is based off of "Who The Ever-loving F*** Made Me A Prince?" by sherashalala on AO3. if you've read it, then you probably know how Tommy became a prince. here ya go!
Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33602176/chapters/83498806
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"I've killed people before," blurted Technoblade.
Tommy looked at him, scanning his face. It remained as stoic as ever, void of all thoughts.
Damn Prince of Blood.
Tommy turned back to the lake. He nonchalantly sipped his tea, shrugging.
"Eh."
It was the Imperial Prince's turn to stare. He turned to Tommy, eyebrows raised.
"'Eh'? That's all you have to say?"
Tommy shrugged again.
"Do you understand the weight of what I'm telling you, Theseus? I'm telling you that I've killed. Slaughtered. Are you not afraid of death? So much so that you will not respond to the mention of it?"
Tommy stiffened. His old life flashed through his head in painful memories.
He turned to Technoblade. His eyes reflected the same emotions as him: empty and unloving.
"Your Imperial Majesty, if I were afraid of death, I wouldn't be here."
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it's short and sweet but it holds a lot of trauma for our little prince here
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my heart 😭
i saw a couple in starbuck’s building batman legos together
maybe love isnt dead
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Exhaustion.
Another reflective piece. Is this more like a poem? Dunno, but enjoy c:
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"And it's suffocating, and I'm longing to breathe again...We both know that you can't light a fire that's already burnt out."
"Burnt Out" ~ Leanna Firestone
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Who knew staring could be so tiring?
Those messages I let fill up the void. A ping for every sentence sent.
It felt draining, moving my fingers along that flat keyboard.
A sigh and a scowl being me for the next ten minutes. Staring.
Apologies that meant nothing. Explanations thrown into the dark. Forgiveness that felt like slow time. Wrong.
A string cut between two, severing each other forever. One hundred miles apart became the distance of their emotions.
And would it be bad if I said "Good"?
Exhaustion came from running laps and lifting weights. It came from anxiety and overworking.
Exhaustion came from talking.
It is a suffocating wall, because nobody can ever. Stop. Talking.
Suffocate me, exhaustion, and drag me under the waves, for I am in bed with burdens and unsanctioned conversations.
Staring was tiring. Typing was tiring. Talking was tiring, sighing was tiring, forgiving was tiring.
Leave me be with my exhaustion.
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Thirteen.
A little reflection piece I did for my studying break. It's more poem-like than story, but it works out. Enjoy c:
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"An embryonic love; the first time that it scarred. Embarrass yourself for someone; crying like a child."
"Seventeen Going Under" ~ Sam Fender
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Thirteen is an unlucky number.
Thirteen makes me want to punch the walls until my arm falls off. Thirteen has me crying in bed at 1 AM, trying to match my breaths with the hums of the heater. Thirteen drove me to palpitations whenever I sat down in history class.
The screaming couldn't be tuned out by music. The glares couldn't be deflected with shields. The whispers couldn't be ignored with grace.
Thirteen is when my pillars fell. Thirteen is when the foundation crumbled. Thirteen is when I gave up, collapsing.
Thirteen is an unlucky number.
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Sneak peek of an upcoming fic
An upcoming DSMP fic called The Empire’s Revenge. SBI+friends pirate au c:
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“He reeks of upper class.”
It took Tommy his all to expose his eyes to the blinding sun. He blinked, the taste of saltwater vivid on his tongue. He could feel splinters and rope around his wrists and palms, but could barely try to remove them as he tried to process his surroundings.
“What the fuck?” he managed to stammer.
Suddenly the blinding light was blocked as a shadow fell over him. Or rather, three shadows.
“Good morning, mate. Have a nice rest?” a voice asked, the slightest hint of condescension lining it.
“What am I doing here? Who the fuck are you people?” he struggled to say. His vocal chords protested at every sound made.
A third voice scoffed. “We’re the greatest people you’ll ever have the fortune of getting captured by.” Tommy blinked as a blurry figure kneeled next to him. His breath was cold as he whispered into his ear.
“Welcome, dear friend, to the Empire’s Revenge.”
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help i just started an argument with a transphobe on twitter T-T
what to do?
dont know
but okay :D
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i wanna reach a point where people make edits of me. i think my mirror is getting tired of me turning my head in slow-mo
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HEAR ME OUT
OKAY OKAY
“LA LLORONA” FROM COCO
BUT DADZA AND MUMZA
just imagine that
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A villain arc that I've been wanting to write for a while.
This was twenty minutes of emotions tonight (and no sleep :D). I just wanted my character to yell what was wrong with the past and get an apology. So behold: the villain arc I've been wanting to do for a long, long time.
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"Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap?"
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"I don't get it. You said you were okay. You said you were getting better, you said so."
Seraphia looked Nova up and down, watching as confusion and sadness filled her eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
"Why am I- Why am I crying? Because of you, Seraphia! I thought you were fine, that you started a new life with new people. You left all the rumors and hate and teenage life-collapsing shit to die! I thought you did! You said you stopped caring. You said you were thinking about yourself more than others, which I loved you for! But this?" She motioned behind her. Cray, Taylor, and June stood behind her. Cray and Taylor just looked at Seraphia with nothing but pity and something they wished they hadn't lost.
But June just looked bitter.
"What's 'this'?"
Nova only snarled. "This is the consequence of your actions."
They all fell in silence. Seraphia held a steady gaze with Nova. She was their best friend, someone who they cherished and would sacrifice their life for. They would've given her the world. Hell, they'd do that for all of them.
But they were their best friend. They would've give their life for them.
Seraphia felt as air escaped their lungs. The air was mixed with voice, and soon they were crying. Laughing.
"ACTIONS?" their voice hoarse. "My actions? Do you realize how much shit I went through? My life fell apart around me, and I couldn't do anything to stop it! I watched as people turned their backs on me and I desperately tried to get them back." They pointed at June. "And you."
"Me."
"I treasured our friendship, and you tore it apart. Three times. Do you realize what that does to a person? That makes them not care, that makes them impervious to all the bullshit you think you can guilt me with! You only piled your hate on top of what I had going, and all I got were three half-assed apologies and a false promise to be better."
"I was better!" growled June. "You weren't. You just had to let everything go and accept it all happened. That was it!"
"You didn't let it go. That was the thing. Those arguments happened again and again until I felt like I couldn't anymore. I cried in the closet until 1 AM, calling Sneesh and telling her everything that you did. Because you. Couldn't. Let. Go."
"That gives you no reason to do what you did! You turned into a villain. You turned into someone who wanted everything to be good to themself."
The final gasp of anger left Seraphia's lips. The villain, was that all they were? They tried to meet June's eyes, trying to find something of pity or regret. But all they found was stone-cold hate.
Something seemed to snap.
"And is that so bad?"
June stuttered. "What?"
"Is that so bad? To want what I want, after all the shit I went through?"
"But this isn't the way to go-"
"No," was the furious response. "It's happening again. You blaming me for something I didn't do and then halfheartedly saying 'sorry' and trying to take the blame. But the blame is like a building. Once it's there, there's no getting it out. Not unless you hit it with a wrecking ball." They snarled and hands curled into fists. "You all were the wrecking ball."
"But you pulled this! This weird shit that hurt so many people in the process!"
"All I wanted was an apology! A real one, where you did change and you did regret everything! Where you didn't do it again!" A sob tore from Seraphia's throat. "That was it…"
"But look where that got us."
They snarled again, this time with feeling. They were done.
"Yeah," they said, poison seeping into their voice. A smile of revenge spread wide onto their face, claiming them.
"Look where that got us."
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https://archiveofourown.org/users/Drewerdy
my AO3, if you're interested ;)
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