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zivazivc · 2 months

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Sorry if this has already been asked before but why did the band break up? And did they break up on decent terms? Do they still talk to each other sometime?

It has been asked before, I just never answered jshfbdjcbh I'm still piecing everything together and stuff is changing or getting tweaked all the time, so I'm always super hesitant about answering these types of questions, afraid that people will take whatever I say as the final answer. So basically what I'm going to answer now will already contradict what I told some people already. And maybe in the future the story might go a little differently too (although I'm pretty satisfied with the current events)

Uhhh, get ready for a long info dump. I didn't expect I'd write this much...

Floyd basically stayed with the band for 8 years (from 14 till 22) and got pretty messed up in the process. The rest of the guys are all quite older than him so I guess I could say they were more responsible, or at least had a better understanding of their own limits (also they grew up in this kind of environment or grew up aware of it, while Floyd was oblivious and naive about all of it) and while they do get drunk and do drugs often, none of them are really dependent on them. They are also pretty good judges of character and know how to avoid trouble. Floyd on the other hand drove in with no breaks and constantly got himself in trouble that the rest (mostly Les) had to drag him out of. He also developed bipolar during this time (in my story Floyd constantly fluctuates between being saturated and being desaturated because of this) and his manic and depressive episodes started getting out of hand after his teenage years. (None of them are aware it's a mental disorder that's making him act so out of character.)

Floyd was becoming miserable because of this and all of his problems pilling up, and started blaming Les for the way he was. Les never argued this which only fueled Floyd to blame him more. In the end he was getting so frustrated and irritable that Floyd constantly tried starting arguments with him, even putting him down and getting aggressive at times because Les gets very unresponsive and closed off during personal conversations (guy is a giant onion of suppressed trauma that Floyd is hellbent on peeling open).

Eventually there was one fight too many, terrible things were said, some objects flew through the air, and Floyd walked out (or Hed kicked him out, I haven't decided yet) with the promise of going home and never seeing them again.

So, yeah, it was very messy and Floyd was the primary asshole, even though he's not really to blame either...

But Floyd didn't make it home (was too scared to sneak through Bergen Town to get to the tree (i don't think i can judge him for that either)) and he just returned to the reckless lifestyle, this time without anyone being there to keep him safe. So if he was messed up before, this is the time period where he got absolutely fucked up. This is also when he got heavily addicted to sour worms. And when he chronically slept around (half the time just to get offered free worms or have somewhere to sleep, other times because he was having manic episodes and was feeling hypersexual). (This is also potentially the period when he had the two eggs with that techno troll, but I'm still thinking if I want that to be canon to the story or not.) During this time he also grew to become very anxious and his self-confidence went to shit when he was being himself.

Then after about three years of that, he bumped into Les at some party. He wanted to dodge him out of shame but Les grabbed his arm and manhandled him outside to talk. Floyd felt like shit about the way they had split up and tried apologizing for all the stuff he had said and done to Les, but Les wasn't having any of that because he wasn't angry at Floyd, he was just worried about him. Les is also insanely empathetic like Floyd, and he knew that Floyd never really meant any of it, and that he was just looking for an outlet when he was hurting. Also he does think he is to blame for the way Floyd ended up.

Les wanted to know why he didn't go home like he had said (because that was the only reason Les had even let him walk out in the first place). A few exchanged words later and Floyd broke down telling him all the awful things he'd done, and Les promised to help him, feeling insanely guilty. Floyd wondered if he was allowed back in the band but Les made it clear that the band wasn't good for him and that he was never taking him back. Instead Les helped him go though rehab. I don't think trolls have those institutions (or at least not many are aware of them or how they work (I'm sorry but I refuse to believe the Trolls world has internet and cellphones, Mountrageons can keep that for themselves lol)), so it was more or less just Les finding Floyd a job and his own place to stay in the middle of bumfuck nowhere where he had no option but to detox, and constantly checking up on him to make sure he was doing okay. During this time they grew pretty close again. Or maybe the better term would be that Les slowly started putting his walls down again.

Hed needed a while to warm up to Floyd again. He's almost as protective of Les as Les is of him, and he resented Floyd for the way he had treated him.

Flea is pretty phlegmatic when it comes to any sort of arguing or drama. He was casual about seeing Floyd again, they were never super close anyway.

And Liv, she left the band when she and Hed broke up (haven't decided if that happened before or after Floyd left), so Floyd didn't get to see her again after bumping into Les at the party. And I haven't thought yet if they'd ever meet again somewhere later in life. But if they did, I think they'd both be happy to see each other.

Anyway...

Floyd managed to detox and successfully kept the job for about a year, but then he became manic again and messed it all up. After that he returned to his nomadic lifestyle, but he never fell as hard as those three years again. In my story Floyd's life is a constant cycle of getting his life together and fucking it up and booking to the next place. And he and Les are trapped in a never-ending cat and mouse game where they're both trying to fix each other.

So, uh, Les and Floyd are still very close and see each other somewhat often...

(sometimes monthly, sometimes yearly)

Yeah...

I am so fucking obsessed with them I'm gonna hurl. Please take this song before I combust:

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#btw the status of Floyd's and Les's relationship is forever set on 'complicated'#but they are as obsessed with each other as i am obsessed with them #the song is too soft and vulnerable to be something les would sing out loud but inside he does feel it #papa roach is nu metal btw. tho idk where this song stands exactly #trolls #dreamworks trolls #ex bandmates #trolls floyd #trolls oc #les #answered #my art #btw I am only self educated on the bipolar disorder from what i've read and watched on the internet so have that in mind #my intention is to be respectful but i might not understand all of it. especially not the personal experience of those who have it #i'm just some random nerd #so in a way you could say floyd was diagnosed by a nonprofessional lol #i stayed up until 3am last night writing this #today i made the sketch that is no longer a sketch #should i put this post under a cut? it is pretty long #long post

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bubble-popping · 3 months

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👀👀 dnb stockholm syndrome au?

i would love to hear anything else you have (/nf. you you don't want to answer its ok)

all ur other aus r rly cool too!

Okay, first, thank you! I'm glad u enjoy my thoughts on the silly lil guys :) I'm just somewhat embarrassed/scared to share is all but if ppl wanna hear then I'll talk abt it :D

I'm gonna put it under the cut for anyone that isn't comfortable with all the stuff a stockholm syndrome au would entail :)

The main concept is that c!Techno is known for being like the richest guy on the server. He's more distant in this au, not really that welcoming to people and only truly cares about c!Phil. He's also somewhat of a hoarder of valuable items, but he's kinda grown bored of looking at the same things all the time. He wonders what could truly make him the richest man with the most resources.

Then, he hears that c!Dream's been imprisoned, and, even more interestingly, can revive people. He doesn't rly believe it for a while, until c!Tommy is resurrected. Now, he's very interested seeing as he and Phil only have one life each. But he has to wait for the right opportunity, he can't seem too eager.

So, he waits. While he waits, he creates a secret hidden base underground far from the rest of the smp where his next 'trophy' will stay. The day arrives where he receives the letter, the day he visits Dream and finds, well... something he didn't expect. He's imprisoned as well, he fully expected this. But he didn't expect how Dream seemed to care about him so much, how frantic he became at the thought that his only way out was now trapped with him, how small he looked when he curled into a ball nonsensically rambling and spiraling into paranoia.

Techno also didn't expect the strange feelings that grow as he lives in that little box with the man. Dream initially flinches whenever Techno sits too close to him, but eventually he relaxes, until soon it's clear he craves the physical contact and makes any excuse to touch and get touched.

When Phil finally pops the ender pearl stasis chamber, Techno begins working on plans to break him out immediately.

Once he does, he convinces Dream to stay with him, that nowhere else is safe and Sam and Quackity will find him if he leaves. In fact, he's banking on it, so he'll have the perfect excuse to take Dream to the secret base. It works out exactly as he hopes, only a few days pass before the two are at his door and Dream has a panic attack just at the sight of them. He has a full blown panic attack, clinging to Techno and begging him to not reveal his location. And Techno thinks how this was all too easy.

Of course Techno doesn't say anything to them, and makes sure they know better than to try and force their way in. After they leave, Techno waits until night fall to transport Dream to his 'trophy room'. Dream's hesitant about the cramped space, but he trusts Techno, so he stays. From there, Techno teaches him to listen to everything he says :)

#dnb #dreamnoblade #tw stockholm syndrome #dreblr #it's very ooc for c!techno another reason why I was hesitant but yeah #this is way longer than I intended lmao #suggestive #bubble answers #bubble writes #Into the Fire AU

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spikezonebby · 5 months

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Okay, okay I wanna see what you come up with for this song. “Sew My Name” by Josh Pike (the live version at the Sydney Opera House is the best version in my opinion).

GN!Reader x TFA!Ratchet with a dash (or more than a dash) of cathartic angst.

Sew My Name - TFA!Ratchet/GN!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,667

You liked to leave your mark wherever you went.

For as long as Ratchet had known you, you loved to leave something of yourself behind. You thought it important that the universe knew you existed in some capacity. You carried a knife around in your back pocket so you could carve your name into tree bark. One evening, you had asked him to show you how to sew. You wanted to know, so you could sew things into the collars of your clothes.

Ratchet always thought clothes were kind of a strange human invention. What good was armor that didn’t protect anything? Winter clothes, that was a different story. Humans had less-than-stellar temperature regulation so it made sense that you needed that.

Didn’t stop you from shoving your hands into the warm mesh just under his chassis whenever you got chilly, though.

If Ratchet had had any idea how much he’d miss the little things you did, he would have savored it longer. Been a bit more hesitant to pluck you off of him, or tried to close the distance between you a little more.

Bumblebee was lucky, the little scrap. He was lucky because his favorite organic was actually a techno-organic and would live a long, long life alongside him. For Ratchet, it seemed like with every visit back to Earth from Cybertron, there was less of you to go around.

Then one day, there wasn’t any of you left.

You passed away on a seemingly innocuous Tuesday evening and he didn’t even hear about it until the next time he came to Earth to check up on Sari. She broke the news to him, and he wasn’t even sure if he felt sad or not. Perhaps he’d been mourning all this time in preparation for the news, knowing how short organic lives were. He knew what he did feel though.

He was angry. Angry, raging, pissed off beyond belief that you could put so much of yourself into the universe, only for it to not even blink or grimace in your absence. He wanted to drag Primus himself down by his audials and give him what for.

“Doc-bot, I didn’t even think you were that close with them.” Sari said, setting a hand– or were they servos now? He still wasn’t sure with her unique anatomy— on the back of his calf.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I was their primary doctor! Not only that but they were a part of the team, weren’t they?”

Sari didn’t really have an answer for him, she wasn’t really looking at him even when he turns to face her. After the battle with Megatron and his copies of Omega Supreme, things changed. It was largely for the better, with Team Prime being accepted as heroes. Prowl’s death, though noble, shocked all of them to their cores. It’s been decades since then and Sari had gone from a teen to an upstanding young femme, struggling with her father’s own slowly decaying mind. Ratchet hated to say it but he always figured Issac would go before you, not out live you.

It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair.

“What happened? I thought humans could live to be over a hundred years old.”

“I don’t know.” Sari admits, “I wasn’t really close with them. It just… got hard to talk to them, ya know?”

Ratchet hadn’t thought about that before. Sari, with her unique nature, may very well be the only person capable of understanding both the human and the Cybertronian angle of time. It made sense that Sari would slowly become unable to relate to you, a fully organic human being, the older you got…

It made him wish he’d spent more time talking with you.

“They did want me to give you something though, Ratchet.” Sari speaks up after a tense moment.

Sari had always been a girl that packed light, but Ratchet had entirely overlooked the bag she’d been holding. It was just a plastic bag but the real mystery was the parcel held within. Something small and light, bound up with a red ribbon. Sari sets it in his open servo and immediately he’s drawn to the softness of it.

It’s fabric, whatever it is. You were known to be a purveyor of various hobbies, it isn’t strange to think you might have gotten into fashion before your passing. Last he’d heard, you had taken to raising these insects called ladybugs. And before that, you had had an infatuation with sailing and the early history of your planet’s nautical culture.

He should have seen the signs of you slowing down way, way before this.

He unwraps the gift, revealing the folded fabric. A long strip of soft and silky material carefully hand embroidered with delicate gold. It reminded him of a thin scarf. On the very end, he finds his name stitched into it by hand. There’s the taste of something bittersweet on his glossa then, knowing he taught you how to do this. You kept up with it all these years later.

“Oh! I know what that is!” Sari chirps, and in an instant, her jet pack pops free from her back and boosts her up onto the medic’s shoulders. On her way up she snags the fabric from his grip, and with practiced ease, balances herself just behind his helm. She wasn’t as small as she used to be but still small enough.

“What on Cybertron are you doing?”

“Gimme a sec here!”

And a second is all she needs, because she loops the fabric around his neck cables and starts folding and twisting. Then, turns it around on him so the delicate puff of fabric is on the front of his chassis, hanging down and standing out as a stark, bright shock of color against his white paint. Like an ascot or a necktie or some other name for the vast many types of cravats there were on Earth.

“Guess they didn’t think you looked spiffy enough, Doc.”

The established base had tons of reflective surfaces, so one of them, a monitor, made a good enough mirror for Ratchet to adjust his new tie a bit. It was pretty, like Sari said, spitty, on him. He appraises himself, turning this way and that.

“Huh, not something I woulda gotten myself.”

“Pfft. That’s probably why they got it for you.”

“I didn’t think I was gone from Earth for that long for them just to… vanish like that.”

Sari shifts so she’s resting her arms and chin atop Ratchet’s head, legs throne over either of his shoulders and hoping her weight and her presence are soothing to the old medic. She squishes her cheek into the top of his helm.

“I don’t think anyone actually has a schedule for when they plan to kick the bucket. It just… happens. They probably wanted to give it to you in person but just ran out of time.”

Ratchet could picture it. You, old and greyed and still insisting they ride around on his shoulder while he talks about all of the numbskulls back at headquarters. Then they poke his cheek and tell him to stop being so grumpy, and give him their gift.

“Hey, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t wanna but…” Sari’s big blue eyes find his face in the monitor’s reflection, scrutinizing his expression for any minute detail. “Did you like them?”

“Of course I liked them. Why else would I put up with them? I like you, don’t I?”

“Awww, you do?” She flicks the unbroken point of his chevron, “Cute but that’s not what I meant. I meant like-like.”

“Oh, you mean like you and Bumblebee?”

Sari sputters and gives him a quick bop on the helm, “Yeah, yeah sure! If you need an example.”

“Honestly, Sari?” Ratchet begins, rubbing the golden seam of the tie between his fingers, “I…I don’t know. Cybertronians live so much longer than any organic life. It stands to reason that we fall in love slower too.”

“But that isn’t a ‘no.’”

“You’re right, it’s not. It’s not a ‘yes’ either. I guess, maybe, I could have if there was just more time.”

Sari doesn’t respond to that, not verbally anyways. She drums her fingers atop his helm, then he feels her squeeze him a bit tighter.

“I’m sorry.”

“And I’m Ratchet.”

That gets a snicker out of Sari. She pats the top of his helm and then he can see her in the monitor as she jerks her thumb back behind her.

“Bee wants to go grab some highgrade if you wanna join us.”

“Who’s ‘us?’”

“Me, Bee, Bulk, Jazz, and hopefully you. Optimus is still busy– Because when is he not– but he promised to call us all tonight.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Does there have to be? All my old friends are finally together so, why wouldn’t I wanna hang out with them all? Don’t have to have a reason besides just saying you miss someone.”

Sari always was the glue of the team. Her and Bee, friends against all odds. Young bots that just loved one another and loved all of the people around them, even if they could be a little annoying.

“Yeah, I don’t gotta head back to Cybertron for a while yet. Might as well show off their gift, right? And hope Bulkhead doesn’t spill highgrade on me.”

“Aw yeah! That’s the spirit!” Sari pumps her fists, then bounces on his shoulders, “Giddy up, let’s goooo!”

That gets a laugh out of Ratchet. Yeah, it was probably better that he spent some time with friends anyways. You would have wanted to if everyone was in the city at the same time. Even if he didn’t like to have a drink himself, he’d drink to you. To your memory.

So that the universe knew that you really had your name stitched onto his very spark. That there was some piece of you that couldn’t be erased. He wouldn’t let it be erased.

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa ratchet #tfa sari sumdac #reader insert #Ratchet/Reader #thank you for requesting!!#robot-hoard requests #song fic #request fill #hm i think thats all of them #transformers/reader #transformers x reader #transformers animated/reader #tfa/reader #tfa ratchet/reader #maccadam #maccadams

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2-sleepy-for-this · 6 months

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Our little brother pt. 5

Here it is, folks! The poll winner is completed, and wow, I didn’t realize how popular this au was XD

Expect part 3 of something to remember later in the week! I promise I didn’t abandon it (´∀｀*)

tw ~ confusion, dehumanization, minor injuries, falling, grabbing, minor panic word count ~ 1.5k

Wilbur leaned over the desk slightly closer to the little borrower in anticipation, waiting for any sound to be made. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to happen…

If ‘Tommy’ spoke, then what would that mean? He and Techno kidnapped some tiny person? When they found him, they thought he was just a strange, undiscovered creature that needed a home, but… was he just… a kid? A really tiny one?

Tommy slowly parted his lips while staring up at him with wide eyes, intimidated by Wilbur’s looming body, but Wilbur didn’t seem to notice that.

Then he spoke. A small raspy voice stuttered a short response..

“A-am I what?”

Wilbur was speechless. Tommy could speak. He heard it himself and answered in shock.

“I- sentient..? It’s- like- are you a person…?”

He explained more, even though the answer was obvious now.

“Uh.. yeah?”

Tommy said quietly. He shifted on his feet under Wilbur’s intense, surprised stare.

Wilbur soon realized after a few moments of silence that this seemed awfully like an interrogation…

That wasn’t his intention, and he started to feel the guilt weighing on his shoulders that was there since this all started. It was growing heavier. Now that it was confirmed in his mind, he was reeling.

As Tommy took a tiny step back, Wilbur realized he had been staring for a while. He quickly leaned back in his chair to give the tiny boy some space.

“So… you… what are.. you?”

Wilbur attempted to sound nonchalant, but his hesitation caused him to sound much less calm and collected.

Tommy bristled at the question and stuttered out something Wilbur couldn’t hear.

“Uh.. pardon?”

Wilbur tilted his head slightly and leaned in a bit more to hear him better.

“I’m.. uh… a borrower…”

“A… huh?”

Wilbur had never heard of a creature with a name like that before, a borrower? Like someone who takes things? It seemed made up honestly, but… if he heard about finding a tiny kid a few weeks ago, he’d probably think that was fake too.

Wilbur sighed. He had so many questions, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the poor little guy… well… more than he already probably was.

The two just went back to awkwardly staring at each other, silent and tense… neither knew what to do now.

They didn’t have much time to come up with anything to do now before there was a knock at the door.

Both the human and borrower jumped slightly at the sound. Wilbur stood up quickly, not seeing the way Tommy scrambled back at that. The human walked to the door and opened it. Techno stood on the other side.

“Hey, wil… can I see… uh.. Tommy?”

Techno spoke curiously and something about that rubbed Wilbur the wrong way… he thought about how he probably sounded the same before he knew… before he realized Tommy’s sentience.

“Why..?”

Wilbur subconsciously moved to block Tommy from view, oddly protective of him.

“Come on, you’ve had him all day. I wanna see the little guy.”

It would be suspicious if Wilbur were to refuse that… it seemed like any average request for… sharing a pet…

Oh Prime, he needed to tell Techno…

“Wilbur?”

He’d been quiet for too long.

“Uh, yeah… sure..”

Wilbur stepped aside to let techno into his room. Techno walked through the doorway and looked around.

The first thing both humans noticed was Tommy attempting to climb down the desk leg…

There was only a split second to react before Tommy flinched at the two giant gazes and lost his footing, falling fast to the floor.

Techno, being more quick to act, lunged out and caught him inches before he hit the ground. The landing was still painful though as the kid let out a pained yell when his body collided with the large hand.

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Tommy felt a jolt of pain through his right shoulder as he fell right into the pink-haired human's hand. Techno… the scary one.

It was bad enough he got caught… for a third time… but now he was also feeling like his arm was gonna hurt for a while.

He didn’t wanna look at it… he didn’t wanna open his eyes at all, knowing the humans were probably still staring at him…

Then he felt another giant hand touching him, examining him… it was softer than the one he was on… so it had to be Wilbur.

Very slowly, he opened his eyes and, like he was expecting, all attention was on him.

“Is he okay!? He made a noise. Is he hurt!?”

Wilbur panicked above him but he didn’t have the energy to move anymore, tired physically and mentally from everything that happened to him…

Techno lifted him up higher as he stood once again and kept Tommy in a cupped palm, inspecting him…

Like a cool bug, Tommy thought bitterly.

“He seems fine.. a bit hurt in the shoulder, but nothin’s broken…”

Techno’s voice was surprisingly soothing now for some reason. Tommy realized how tired he was…

He fell asleep as he briefly heard Wilbur say something loudly, but he didn’t care anymore.

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There was a dull ache in his shoulder as he woke up… still tired, but the sleep felt nice while it lasted.

The room he was in was dark and he was surrounded by something soft and fluffy… he was disoriented and for a moment it was just like the walls… he missed the walls…

Tommy wanted to wake up back in the walls like nothing happened. All of this was just a weird, scary dream, but… nothing in the walls was this soft on his skin.

He opened his eyes and sure enough; he was greeted with a giant room; he rested in a cloth nest much like the one he used to have in the walls but.. nicer… he’d never be able to borrow something this nice, it would be missed for sure.

He was on the desk still… the room was empty now, though… they left him alone…

He could use this.

Tommy stood, only a bit unbalanced on his feet, his tail wrapped around his leg tightly. He briefly attempted to pull it off of his leg to stop the tingly feeling of losing circulation from his thigh down.

Eventually, he gave up and started walking to the edge of the desk.

He looked over the edge. It would be a long way down… and he couldn’t even climb anymore.

That theory was proved, as he felt a painful twinge in his right shoulder.

He was stuck…

There… wasn’t any escape this time.

He had finally run out of luck and now he really was forced to wait for the humans to return when he could have been halfway down the desk leg by now.

Tommy didn’t have to wait long until the two humans walked into the dark room, turning on the light. He couldn’t see as his eyes tried to adjust quickly to keep watch on the human’s movements.

He heard Wilbur talking… he decided to listen.

“-chno, I’m serious! Look at the kid! He’s literally just a little person. He even looks human.”

“Wilbur, he has a tail…”

“So?”

Wilbur lightly shoved Techno with a scoff. Tommy couldn’t help but be confused. What was he saying? They had to be talking about him, but… why was Wilbur calling him a little person?

Tommy’s knee buckled unexpectedly, causing him to nearly collapse, and he let out an involuntary yell of panic. Immediately, his hand slapped over his mouth… but it was too late.

“Hey, he’s up.”

Curse Techno’s good hearing.

Wilbur walked up to the desk, his hands hovering around Tommy’s shaking form.

“Sunshi- Tommy, are you alright? What hurts?”

Tommy stared at the hands around him and the giant they belonged to, then he held his arm… he didn’t wanna tell humans about his vulnerability, but they were the ones… taking care of him.

“I… my shoulder kinda…”

He took notice of the subtle way Techno’s eyes widened at his voice.

“I’ll… get some pain meds…”

Techno shuffled awkwardly out of the door to find something to give the tiny boy. How he would do that? No one had a clue.

Tommy was just confused now… the humans, they had him now, stuck and forced to be in their care yet…

They didn’t seem all that happy…

He saw how Wilbur looked down at him with… worry? Concern?…guilt?

They both looked happy to have him before, but now that they saw he could speak, they suddenly want to keep their distance.

It was like a switch had been flipped. Tommy thought he should be the on edge one, yet the humans he feared all his life looked to be taking that role.

How strange…

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hope y’all enjoyed! This au is very much my baby and we love borrower Tommy :)

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amyelevenn · 2 years

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agglutinant

PAIRING; c!TommyInnit x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - C!Tommy being clingy :)

WARNINGS; none , maybe swearing

A/N; amazing request !! i love it!! Platonic with a capital P!!!

1.1k words - M.LIST

“Stupid villager, trying to scam me,” you grumble, trudging through the muddy forest. “I can’t believe it. absolutely ripped off I say.”

Your mindless mockery only worsens your mood, which doesn’t improve when rain begins to gently patter on the overhead spruce canopy. A few drops occasionally land on you, agitating you even further.

Groaning when the trees thin out, you realise you are going to have to walk in the pouring rain with only a thin cloak to prevent the weather. As you take your first few steps out into the wintery breeze, you notice a figure in the distance, ploughing across the field in front of you.

The first thing you notice is how much they stand out against the surrounding environment – tall and lanky, pale skin and light clothes don’t tend to mix with the dark palette of the scenery beyond.

It doesn’t take you long to realise who the mystery person really is. You knew from the way he walked alone that it was none other than Tommy fucking Innit.

“Tommy!” you cry, running to catch up to him. You watch as he spins around, desperately searching for the source calling him, only to relax when he sees you coming up to him.

“Big Man! What the hell are you doing out here in a storm?” he asks when you approach his side.

“Could ask you the same!” you chuckle, absentmindedly beginning to direct him towards your place. You can’t help but notice his lack of clothes, and the way he is shaking from the cold. “You must be freezing man, take my cloak,” you offer, already taking it off and clipping it around his shoulders before he could protest. He mumbles a quiet thank you, pulling it tight around himself.

“Where are you headed, Toms?”

“Uh- I was planning on going to Techno’s but I think I’m a bit lost,” he grimaces.

“Technoblade’s?! Are you kidding?!” you cry, almost finding humour in his suggestion. Tommy appears slightly offended. “After you betrayed him? Nah dude, he’ll just kick you out. I can’t have that, so you are coming home with me.”

“Really?” his face lights up, despite the exhaustion and starvation gnawing at his insides.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s not too far from here.”

You don’t take notice when Tommy picks up your hand as you lead him across the field. To him, it’s something that manages to comfort him immensely. Something that proves to him that you are real this is really happening.

The pair of you quickly scurry down the path to your house and out of the pouring rain, happily greeted by a warm fire roaring in the fireplace. A comforting calmness spreads through you relaxing your muscles, washing away all your previous worries. For a moment you soak in the serenity, but your peace is quickly interrupted by Tommy pushing passed you to heat up by the flames.

You smile softly at his antics, deciding it best to make you both a soothing cup of tea.

Well, a normal drink for you, a drink laced with a few health potions for him.

You felt bad for the kid. The poor thing was skin and bone with unusually dead eyes. He needed to get some meat back on him, but you knew better than to give him loads of food all at once.

You come back into the living room to find him digging through your chests, hungry eyes clearly set on a target.

“Ahem,” you clear your throat, “something I can help you with?”

Tommy freezes like a deer in headlights, which can’t help but make you laugh.

“Here,” you chuckle, passing him his tea and sitting on the floor by the fire. He hesitates for a moment, but when you pat the soft rug next to you, he is by your side within seconds. His whole right is pressed against your left, his arm even wrapped snug around yours. You don’t bother to suppress the smile that lines your face.

“So, what brings you to the middle of nowhere,” you snicker, taking a big sip of your tea.

“Er…” he mutters something further, but it was too quiet for you to pick up.

“Speak up, mate.”

For a split second, Tommy can’t help but be reminded of his father. Ouch.

“Uh- well… alright, look, you haven’t been around for a while right?”

“…right. Where is this going?”

“You see,” he huffs. “The last thing you were around for was fuckin’ Schlatt winning the L’manburg election, right?”

You nod.

He begins to ramble on about every event that had happened since your retirement, squeezing your arm when he mentions the festival, pogtopia, his brothers, and squeezes especially hard when November the 16th joined the conversation.

Unlucky for you, the kid fell asleep halfway through his story, leaving you with zero answers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, with the way he was snuggled up to your side. It made your heart melt to think that he probably hadn’t been this close to someone in years. Hell, his whole life.

The fire was beginning to die out, and your arm had pins and needles shooting up its nerves. It was time for you to move Tommy into your bed so he could get a proper night’s sleep for the first time in what could be months, but you just couldn’t budge him for the life of you. he was just so cute and relaxed when he slept, and you didn’t have it in you to be the one to ruin it.

It was actually Tommy who woke himself up. His own snores jolted him awake, but he soon began to claim he was never asleep at all. His arrogance made you laugh, something he had always managed to do, and my gosh was he ecstatic to know he was the reason he made you happy.

You help him stand and guide him over to your room, setting him on the edge of the bed.

“Toms, eat this then I promise you can go back to sleep,” you grin, handing him a golden apple from your ender chest.

He gives it no second thought as he devours the thing whole, making quick work of it. before you can register what he is doing, he pulls you to the top of the bed and cuddles into your chest.

“Promise me you will stay with me and be here when I wake up,” he whispers, slightly muffled. You could practically hear the exhaustion seeping from his voice.

“Of course, I promise.”

“Promise me you won’t hurt me.” Those few words alone were more than enough to hurt your soul. The soft, heart-aching tone he used? Enough to shatter any caring person’s heart.

“I promise I would never, Toms,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head gently.

“Good,” he sighs, tightening his grip around you.

“Get some sleep, Theseus.”

#tommyinnit #dream smp #dsmp #x reader #reader insert #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x sibling reader #platonic #gender neutral #angst #drabble #oneshot #ameswrites #minecraft

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bluekat12345 · 9 months

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Stormsight and Other Megatrons

I've mentioned how Stormsight's relationship with TFP Megatron would be like, but I've been thinking how his relationship with other versions of Megatron would be like. Just so you know, these are versions of Megatron I am most familiar with, so not all versions are here, maybe I'll do those someday. Anyway, Enjoy!

Prime: To recap, manipulative and emotionally abusive. Deep down, he does care, but treats him more as a possession than a living being. It isn't until the end of his reign that he realizes how much he truly cared but decides Stormsight is better off without him.

Animated: Very manipulative, but I imagine he would be more charming. He would praise and compliment Stormsight for his loyalty and hardwork to keep him loyal. He might genuinely believe that the Autobots wouldn't accept Stormsight because he's techno-organic, but promises Stormsight he would change that once Decepticons claim Cybertron. Being his heir would be less a title and more legit, so he naturally puts a significant amount of on Stormsight to make sure he succeeds, so when Stormsight fails, Megtron would be dissappointed and makes sure Stormsight knows this, but is willing to give him another chance. Posioned honeyed words are this Megatron's weapon of choice for his Stormsight.

Cyberverse: Honestly, I imagine him not being so manipulative with Stormsight, being more straightforward and sincere with the techno-organic. Would consider Stormsight his son and heir and would care for him, but would be strict and wouldn't tolerate hesitation for failure from the kid, he might yell and punish Stormsight for anything he sees as failures, but willing to give Stormsight a chance to prove himself and would encourage him to be strong and not give up. I imagine him personally teaching Stormsight to fight.

Earthspark: Probably the best version out all the Megatrons. He would actually care for Stormsight and try to be a good dad for him. But he would be rather awkward since I don't imagine him expecting to be a father and I imagine he wouldn't want GHOST anywhere near him. I imagine being there when he can, but it would be difficult. I imagine he would trust Dot to look after Stormsight since he can't. Would consider Stormsight his son, not his heir since he isn't the Decepticon leader anymore and doesn't want Stormsight embracing that part of his past.

Bayverse (Films): (Wasn't really gonna add him, but decided to) Honestly, I imagine this version being neglectful and only giving attention when he needs Stormsight to do something for him. His primary goal is to revive Cybertron and wouldn't really care much for Stormsight, seeing him more as a pawn/servant than a son. Wouldn't even bother calling Stormsight his son.

#Transformers #Transformers Au #Stormsight AU #Decepticon Cody #Techno-Organic Cody Burns #Rescue Bots #Rescue Bots AU #Megatron #Cody Burns

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leafcabbage · 11 months

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i hate editing i hate proof reading so i DIDNT

3.5k words LMAO oops

here is something for the drdi hgau!! rescue mission <3

tws for injuries and mentions of needles and blood. nothing graphic

Going into the Capitol was probably a death trap, but Sneeg didn’t even entertain the idea of leaving Ranboo to be retrieved by strangers. The state they had been in during the last day of the 75th games had been bad enough, he could only imagine how much worse it had gotten in the weeks since they had been captured.

If he wasn’t there, he was afraid Ranboo would just think they were being kidnapped, which, well, they kind of were, but it was by the right people this time. Ranboo thinking they were being kidnapped would probably lead to a struggle, which wouldn’t be helpful for anyone.

Getting into the building had been nearly impossible without tripping any alarms, but they had made it to the floor that held the cells with Niki, Techno, and Ranboo. Now they would be on a strict time limit. They would cut the power to the floor, and have about two minutes before the emergency power kicked in. Any delays were likely a death sentence. It was a great way to get an adrenaline rush, really.

They had scoped out the cells earlier, knew where to find everyone, and now it was a matter of finally putting the plan into action. Luckily, 13 had plenty of night vision glasses, or this would be nearly impossible.

The power went out, and there was no more thinking about what to do, only doing it.

Sneeg stuck to the wall as he made his way down the hall to Ranboo’s cell, figuring it was better to pretend there were guards everywhere, just in case one did make an appearance. He was pretty sure there had been guards, but he hadn’t been part of the group dealing with all that.

He reached the door and forced it open with some specialized tool he’d been given. The engineers at 13 really had something for everything. Definitely not complaining about that.

Ranboo was curled up on a cot just inside. There wasn’t much room for it to be anywhere else. Sneeg ignored the rush of relief at just seeing them there, alive and… well, pretty much just alive. They were absolutely not okay, bruised and skinnier than before, though he didn’t know how they had anything left to lose. He knew he couldn’t even see the extent of it, even with the night vision glasses. They also seemed to be asleep, which meant he was about to give them an unfortunate wake-up scare.

He knelt beside their bed, trying to move quickly without being careless. Wincing slightly at how much he knew he was about to scare them, he pressed his hand over their mouth to keep them from making any noise. He didn’t even have to shake them awake, that was enough to startle them awake, eyes wide and searching the dark, trying to figure out what was happening.

They tried to shove his hand away but he caught their wrist, easily stopping them.

“It’s me,” he whispered. “It’s me, Ranboo, you’re okay. It’s Sneeg.”

They froze, confusion mixing with the fear in their expression.

“I need you to trust me right now.”

He could see them trying to make sense of what he was saying, of his presence there, of everything.

Then they nodded.

Thank god.

“I need you to stay quiet. I’m going to pick you up, and I’m going to run. You need to hold on. That’s all you need to do, hold on and stay quiet. Can you do that?”

They nodded again.

He took his hand from their mouth and didn’t hesitate to hoist them up into his arms. Ranboo did their part, wrapping their arms and legs around him and holding on as best they could. It was a little awkward, they were a tall kid, but it was easier with them holding on. They were light, too. Lighter than they should be. He ignored it. They would get help back at 13. His job was to get them there.

Exiting the cell, he nearly ran into Techno, who was being kept upright by another one of the guys who had come along, his name was… not coming to mind.

“Watch where you’re going,” Sneeg whispered, knowing his relief at seeing another one of their own alive and breathing was clear in his voice.

“What, didn’t expect me to be standing?” Techno asked, voice rough.

“Can you really call that standing?” Sneeg replied. “Come on.”

As much as he’d like to see where Niki was, they had been told to only worry about themselves and the person they were trying to get out, and trust that everyone knew what they were doing. Sneeg had been lucky to run into Techno, but now it was time to move.

They had barely made it into the stairwell when the generator kicked in, lights flooding the floor and a delayed alarm started to sound, only now registering the forced open doors. Ranboo flinched at the sound, clinging to Sneeg even tighter.

“It’s okay,” he said quietly, though he really didn’t know if it was.

He really hoped he wasn’t about to get both of them killed.

No time to think about that. He needed to focus on getting to the roof and getting out of there. He also needed to pretend that things were going to plan, because he could already feel Ranboo’s breathing and heart rate picking up. He couldn’t blame them. The whole thing was probably—no, definitely—terrifying.

Despite being used to physical exertion, running up several flights of stairs while carrying a teenager was exhausting. He just had to keep pushing forward, though. He would be out soon enough, and then he could get Ranboo home, and they would get the care they needed, and maybe it would feel like everything might eventually be okay.

The relief of getting to the roof and seeing their hovercraft waiting was cut short when the gunfire started. Shit. Luck had been on their side for too long, and it had run out. He only had to make it from the stairs to the hovercraft. That was it. He was so close, so close to getting them both out of there.

The gunfire was coming from behind them, which was good because Sneeg had a bulletproof vest, and all Ranboo had to shield them was him. If the bullets were coming from the other side, they would have nothing.

A bullet found its target in one of the guys who had been next to Sneeg, and Ranboo made a choked sound, probably having seen it happen far better than Sneeg was able to.

He was about to tell Ranboo to close their eyes and keep their head down when a bullet caught him in the leg, sending a wave of white-hot pain through him. He stumbled, losing his footing and his hold on Ranboo, and they both hit the ground hard.

Ranboo was at his side in a second, pulling on his arm frantically.

“Come on, Sneeg, please.” It was the first time they’d spoken, and their voice was raspy and weak. “Get up, please.”

“Can you run?” he asked hurriedly, trying to ignore the blood he could feel seeping out of the wound. The guards would be closing in.

Ranboo shook their head, and he wasn’t sure if it was an actual no, or if they just wouldn’t leave him.

“You need to go,” he stressed. “You need to leave.”

“Not without—”

Ranboo was cut off by the guy who had been helping Techno picking them up. They shrieked Sneeg’s name, trying to free themself from his hold, but they were too weak to put up any real fight.

At least he knew Ranboo was going to make it out. He was dead weight at this point, though. He’d known there was a chance he would die here. At least he was going to die knowing Ranboo would be okay.

“No being a martyr for you.” A familiar voice broke through his somewhat dramatic thoughts, and then Phil was pulling him to his feet.

Phil was meant to stay back in the hovercraft, he had been part of the group keeping an eye on what was happening, but he had apparently abandoned his post for Sneeg’s sake.

“You’ve run on worse than that,” he added, half-supporting, half-dragging Sneeg along with him.

He was right. Sneeg gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move through the pain, unable to come up with a witty retort with the pain clouding his mind.

It was a miracle that the two of them made it. They must have been the last ones, too, because the craft was moving nearly before they were on it.

The doors closed and Phil lowered Sneeg to the ground, back against the wall, both of them breathing heavily.

Before he could even start to ask about Ranboo, they were back at his side, arms thrown around him and face pressed into his shoulder. It couldn’t be very comfortable, what with the bulletproof vest, but he doubted they would be letting go any time soon. He put an arm around them, giving them a squeeze.

“I’m okay,” he said quietly. “We’re okay.”

“Well, unless they shoot us out of the sky,” Jack said, sounding all too happy for having said something so grim.

Of course, the reason he was happy was clear enough, seeing as Niki was laying with her head on his lap, looking much worse for wear, but awake and alive.

“Thanks, I needed to hear that,” Sneeg replied dryly.

“Let me look at that leg,” Phil interrupted, stopping Jack from coming up with a defense.

“But it’s gonna hurt,” Sneeg complained.

“It’ll hurt more if you bleed out.”

“Let him look at it,” Ranboo said, muffled by his shoulder and… oh. He hadn’t realized they were crying. “I don’t want you to die.”

Usually, he would point out that he had been joking, that obviously he wasn’t going to just sit there and bleed out. But he doubted Ranboo was in a good enough state to pick up on that, and it was better to just comfort them than backtrack and explain that he didn’t mean it in the first place.

“I won’t die,” he told them, gentler than usual. “And of course I’ll let him look at it.”

They nodded but didn’t reply, apparently satisfied with his assurance. Or too tired to keep protesting.

He made a point not to look at what Phil was doing, because it would probably be a little nauseating if he did. Sneeg didn’t like watching himself lose blood. The pain was enough without the visual.

“You’re going to need stitches,” Phil informed him.

“Yeah, duh.” He’d thought that was a given. “Can it wait until I can get something for the pain?”

“You can get something for the pain right now,” Phil reminded him. “We’re fully stocked.”

They were, too. They had a medic and everything, prepared for the worst case scenario when it came to the conditions everyone would be in when they were rescued.

“I’ll get the medic,” Phil continued, standing. “Don’t die before I’m back.”

“I’d never.”

With Phil off to find someone to give Sneeg stitches, he turned his attention to Ranboo, who hadn’t moved since they first got to him.

“They’re gonna need to give me stitches, but I’m going to be okay,” he told them gently. “You’re probably going to have to let go for that, though.”

They held on tighter in response, which wasn’t exactly promising.

“It’ll be okay, you can—” Well… they probably shouldn’t be in the room. That didn’t seem like a good idea. “You’ll be with—”

He had been going to say Techno, because Ranboo and Techno were fairly close, but he suddenly realized that Techno wasn’t in the main holding area with them. He must be okay, seeing as Phil hadn’t been deeply distraught. Probably being treated for his own injuries.

“You can stay with Phil and Niki and Jack.”

“We can have a party,” Jack interjected, obviously trying to keep the mood light.

Ranboo shook their head, more frantic this time.

“It won’t take long, I promise. They’re not gonna waste drugs on knocking me out, just gonna numb my leg and do some stitches, then I’ll be back.”

He supposed he didn’t actually know that, but he was going to make some assumptions for the sake of getting Ranboo to calm down. Not that it was working. If anything, they were getting more agitated, their breath was starting to quicken again and they were trembling worse than before.

“I’ll ask someone to keep giving you updates, how about that?”

He was really lost on what would help at this point. Ranboo might be a little emotional, but they were usually logical enough. Even when they were terrified, most of the time they could force themself to do what needed to be done, but no amount of logic or convincing seemed to be helping now. Not that he blamed them. He didn’t know what they’d just gone through, but he was pretty sure that if he was in their shoes, he would also be clinging on to whatever comfort he could find.

“They’re ready for you,” Phil said, rejoining them.

“You a receptionist now?” Sneeg asked.

Phil rolled his eyes. “Do you want stitches or not?”

“No one really wants stitches, do they?” he replied, a little distracted trying to figure out how he was going to get Ranboo to let go. “Ran, you gotta let go.”

“No!” Ranboo cried, grabbing onto the fabric of his jacket like that might be enough to keep him there.

“I need to get my leg dealt with,” he said, a little firmer this time.

“I’ll stay with you.”

“You’ll stay out here,” he replied. “I’ll be back as fast as I can—”

“No, you won’t!” they cut him off, voice desperate. “You’ll die! You’ll die! They told me you died! They showed me you died, you’re going to die, I saw your body, I saw it—” their words dissolved into sobs, their whole body shaking.

He didn’t bother asking what they meant by that. It wouldn’t be hard for the Capitol to convince them that he was dead. They had plenty of ways to alter people’s perception of reality, and considering how sick and starving Ranboo must have been, it would be easy to play with their idea of what was real.

He’d like to just sit there and comfort them, try to convince them that it was all okay now, but he was starting to feel woozy from the blood he was losing and he didn’t think they would be feeling better any time soon.

“I won’t die,” he said softly, though it was useless and he knew it. “I’ll actually be less likely to die.”

It didn’t seem like they were hearing him anymore, too lost in whatever they were certain was going to happen.

Phil knelt beside Sneeg. “We really need to get you stitched up,” he said apologetically.

“Trust me, I know.”

He gently tried to loosen Ranboo’s hold on him, knowing he could easily shove them off but not wanting to be too forceful.

“No!” they shrieked. “No! I’m not going!”

“Ranboo—”

“No!”

He should really be relieved they had enough energy in them to be doing this, but he doubted that they actually did. They were probably running on adrenaline and nothing else.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if—”

“You’re gonna die!”

The guy who had helped Techno, and then carried Ranboo to the hovercraft, joined the three of them, giving Sneeg a nod before helping pull Ranboo off of him.

As was expected, they didn’t react well, crying out at the sudden presence of another person. They fought against him, unsuccessfully, trying to grab onto Sneeg again before they were too far.

“It’s okay, bud,” Sneeg tried to reassure, but he doubted Ranboo could hear him very well over their own sobbing. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

He hated this. Hated seeing them like this. Hated that they were so scared and there was nothing he could do. Usually, he had at least some ability to make them feel better, but now he was useless. He couldn’t help but feel like it was his own fault for not making sure 13 got them out of the Arena with everyone else. None of this would be happening if he’d just done right by them the first time around.

Ranboo responded by biting the arm of the guy who was holding them. He swore loudly, and Sneeg really didn’t blame him, it looked painful, but it clearly scared Ranboo, who started struggling even more, yanking and scratching at the guy’s arms. To his credit, he didn’t let go. Sneeg wasn’t entirely sure what Ranboo would do if they weren’t being restrained at this point, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be good.

One of the medical staff emerged from the other part of the hovercraft, a syringe in hand. It was pretty easy to guess what was in it, especially when she made a beeline for Ranboo. They were aware enough to see her, and they made one last attempt to escape, managing to kick Sneeg in the side as they did. It wasn’t particularly painful, especially compared to his leg, but it was enough to make him look down, and by the time he looked up again, whatever was in the syringe had been administered.

The sedative acted quickly, thank god, because Sneeg didn’t think he could sit and watch Ranboo struggle any longer, but he also couldn’t just leave them there. He just wished they hadn’t looked so scared as they lost consciousness.

Phil wordlessly helped Sneeg up, the medic joining them to support him on the other side, and they brought him over to the other half of the craft, which was set up like a makeshift hospital.

Sneeg shoved aside the guilt that built with the distance between him and Ranboo. There was no other choice, no other outcome that would have worked, but he still felt awful about it. For now, he needed to just focus on getting stitches, though. He could be there for Ranboo again when he wasn’t in danger of slowly and painfully bleeding out.

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The full day passed before Ranboo woke up again, and at a certain point the sedative had definitely worn off, meaning most of this was just what their body needed. It was good, Sneeg knew it was good, but he also wanted to see them awake again. He supposed he hoped it would be a little better this time.

They had been back in 13 for a good part of the day, now. His leg was stitched up, there were no expected complications, he just had to not exert himself too much for a bit and then he would be good as new. It had only been within the hour, though, that he was allowed to join Ranboo.

He was lucky. Tommy and Tubbo had argued, then begged to be let in to stay the night, but had ultimately been sent to their bunks for the night and told they could visit in the morning. It probably wouldn’t go well if Ranboo woke up alone, though, so it was a relief to all of them that someone could be there.

They looked a little better. Cleaner, at least, which meant someone must have washed them up. They were in 13’s hospital wear, too, and hooked up to an IV, probably for nutrition and dehydration. He hadn’t gotten much of an update on their health in general yet, and probably wouldn’t until the next morning, but comforted himself with the fact that he probably would’ve been told if something was horribly wrong.

Ranboo shifted slightly and he sat up, watching for other signs that they were waking up. It seemed that they might be, their breathing was slightly faster, too.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet. If they weren’t waking up, he didn’t want to be the one to wake them, but if they were, he wanted them to know they were safe before they could freak out. “You’re not in the Capitol anymore. You’re safe, now.”

Ranboo opened their eyes, glancing around the room without a hint of recognition.

“You’re with me,” he added, patting their arm, then leaving his hand to rest there.

“Sneeg?” they asked, voice quiet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He smiled reassuringly. “We’re in District 13. There’s… there’s a lot to explain. All you need to know right now is you’re safe, got it? You’re safe, I’m alive, and we’re gonna be okay.”

Ranboo put their hand over his, holding it weakly. “Got it,” they mumbled, closing their eyes again.

“Get some more rest,” he said, like they could do anything else.

“You’ll stay?” Ranboo asked, voice almost too quiet to hear.

“Always,” he promised. “Now sleep.”

“Rule one,” they started, and he really wasn’t sure how they hadn’t passed out again yet. “Always listen to Sneeg.

“And when do you ever follow that rule?”

Ranboo didn’t reply, having lost the battle against sleep.

“Never,” Sneeg replied for them. “You never do.”

And yet he still put up with them, for some reason.

He sighed and leaned forward, resting his head on his arm on the edge of the bed. If he was going to keep his promise to Ranboo, he had to get comfortable somehow.

#drdi hgau #cabbage writing corner

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coffeily · 2 years

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Dream and Techno's relesionship headcanon.

tw : Dreamnoblade, DNB, Toxic Relesionship, manipulation, psychopath Dream, possessive Technoblade,possessive Dream. One-sides love(?), bad word.

Notes : inspiration from Rät - Penelope Scott, backstabber - Kesha and Coffee - Jack Stauber's Music. (Dream personality inspired by Clamenttine - Overlord )

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DNB Headcanon :

- Techno and Dream's relationship is a toxic relationship.

- Dream is a psychopath who doesn't really like Techno. He hooked up with him because he was attracted to Techno who turned out to be in love with him.

- Dream will usually ignore Techno, feel disinterested, and sometimes manipulate Techno and berate Techno.

- Techno loves Dream very much, he is ready to do anything for Dream. Even though he is ignored and not considered a partner by Dream, Techno still loves Dream. He knew Dream sometimes tried to manipulate him, he was okay with that.

- Techno's love with Dream is dead love.

- Dream really loves his god (Exdii) . Exdii is the god of chaos. Dream's way of devotion to Exdii is to create chaos for the offering of his oath of allegiance to Exdii.

- Philza is concerned about his friend who is always mistreated by a partner whom he always affects with all his heart and life. Philza always thought Techno didn't deserve all that treatment, Techno deserved better.

- Dream always makes Techno feel like he can't live without Dream. Like Dream is a drug that can't stop being consumed by Techno. Dream makes Techno feel like he is in heaven when in fact he is just a caged bird.

- Dream thinks Techno is his toy.

- Dreams are sometimes very aggressive when someone interferes with his toys ( Techno).

- Techno is sometimes very possessive with Dream. He doesn't hesitate to kill people who flirt Dream in front of his eyes.

- Dream will usually seduce them back to be able to see the funny expressions and actions that techno makes later.

- Techno has always loved Dream and always will. Sometimes he is greedy for Dream's affection and love. Techno wants all of Dream's attention to be on him and only him.

- Techno had a big fight with Dream because of the riot that Dream made. They fight until Dream is cornered. Dream uttered words that were very heart-wrenching for Techno. Techno couldn't stand it and spat out harsh words.

- Techno said tearfully like it was the first and last time he cried. "You dumb bitch! I loved you I loved you, I loved you it's true! I wanted to be with you, And do what you do. I lived here.I loved here.I thought it was true. I feel so stupid. I feel so used " (yes, here are the lyrics :'D).

#Toxic Relesionship #manipulation #psychopath Dream #possessive Technoblade #possessive Dream. One-sides love(?)#tanaka's art #dnb #dreamnoblade #tanaka's idea #bad word.

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orchid-harmony · 2 years

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Getting to know of Each Other

1st part: The Night of the Giant Statues

Here is the second part, hope you enjoy it!!

Warning(s): Cursing, Being stabbed with a throwing knife

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"Wilbur!!"

The god yelled, he felt agony in his heart when he saw his son in statue form.

He ran over to his son, fell to the ground and wrapped wings around him.

He had tears running down his eyes, in the corner of his eyes, he could see Techno not moving, with his eyes widened a bit.

He put his head on his son's shoulder, not paying attention that he was next.

The next thing he felt was his body changing, but he doesn't care.

At least Phil was next to Wilbur.

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Phil was the first to wake up from his stony slumber.

He looked around the building, apparently the night guard said that the building they were in was called a museum.

"Strange name for a building this big."

Phil then realized something.

"The night guard forgot to tell us his name."

He sighed, not the first time someone forgot to tell Phil their name, definitely won't be the last.

"So now you're awake huh?" Phil turned to see the night guard at the entrance of their now called "room".

"How long have you been standing there? Waiting for one of us to wake up?"

"Just got here like a few minutes ago, as soon as I went inside here, your body was already turning back to how you used to look like."

Both of them stood there in silence.

"Is it alright if I can accompany you mate? I might not be much but I just don't wanna be here, feeling alone without my son and friend, you get what I'm saying?"

The night guard nodded, then started walking out of the room with Phil catching up to him.

Once they were out of the room, the guard took out his flashlight and kept walking.

"So you only have a flashlight to guide you in the darkness of the museum, and no weapon to protect yourself with?" Phil asked.

He was rather more curious than worried that the guard only had a flashlight on him.

"Yes, my boss only gives out flashlights. But my boss also allows me to bring a weapon just in case."

"Well, what did you bring for protection?"

The guard stopped before reaching into one of his pockets, showing Phil a red shuriken knife.

"This, my fellow god, is called a shuriken knife, it's throwable, it's stabable, and has helped me protect myself."

"You sure you're allowed to throw that weapon around? Do you even know how to throw?"

"You wanna be my target practice?"

Phil wanted to say no, but he also wanted to see how good at throwing that knife was the guard.

He went to a wall and turned around to see the guard in position to throw the knife.

"So where do you want me to aim or throw it at?"

Phil thinks for a moment then has an idea. He then summons an apple and puts it on top of his head.

"I want you to aim for the apple on my-"

Phil didn't even get to finish his sentence as the night guard threw his knife, hitting the apple.

"Or you could just do that without warning me first, that's also okay."

"Well, if someone attacks you, they won't give you a heads up that they will attack you, they will attack you as fast as they can before you can process what is happening."

"Really, I didn't know that." Phil scoffed.

"Couldn't expect much from a god that has been turned to stone for many many years."

Phil sighed at that comment, then he started wondering something.

"Where did he learn how to throw the knife with good aim?"

They both continued on their walk around the museum.

There was silence between them, Phil's curiosity got the better of him though.

"If you don't mind me asking, where did you learn how to throw your knife?"

Phil looked at the guard, and he looked like he was hesitating.

"Why would I tell you the person's name? You may be a god but that doesn't mean I trust you immediately. You gotta make me believe that I can trust you, otherwise, I'm not saying shit."

"Well, can you tell me your name at least?"

"Didn't you literally hear me, I'm not saying shit."

"How come you get to know my name but I can't know of yours?"

The guard gave Phil a "are you shitting me?" look.

"I mean, you and the other two gods are quite famous."

Phil sighed, that is reasonable for the guard to know his name.

The guard stopped for a second, also stopping Phil.

Before Phil could process what made the guard stop, he took his knife out and threw it behind them.

The knife disappeared in the dark, before the sound of the knife hitting its target was heard.

"Well, now that's something I didn't expect to happen." A british voice said.

His son soon came out of the darkness, revealing that the knife was in his shoulder.

"Well, maybe next time you should follow us in a more sneakier way." The guard said.

Then he went up to Wilbur and took the knife off his shoulder.

Phil heard Wilbur wince a bit from the guard taking the knife out of his shoulder.

"Where did you even learn how to detect sound and throw a knife like that?"

The guard turned to Wilbur and he saw his son shiver.

"Why not find that out yourself Mister "I've been tricked and turned to stone"?"

Then the guard turned back to Phil and started to walk away from them.

Phil turned to Wilbur, who had a blank face.

Then Wilbur turned to Phil, "Dad, what's his name?"

Phil shrugged, "I don't know, he said and I quote, "You may be a god but that doesn't mean I trust you immediately. You gotta make me believe that I can trust you, otherwise, I'm not saying shit.", you can try and guess his name but I think he would deny every name you can think of."

"Even if I say his actual name?"

"Even if you say his actual name."

Both of the gods sighed, maybe Techno would have better luck with the night guard.

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Techno wasn't having any luck with the night guard at all.

Sure, he was watching the night guard from the corners, making sure he didn't do anything that might endanger him and the other two gods.

Not that any harm can be done to the gods since they won't be able to feel pain but Techno doesn't want to risk any chances.

So far, he knows barely anything but that the guard can throw his knife, he has very good hearing, and that he is barely an adult.

The last info was the only thing that was new that the other two didn't know about.

Plus he wasn't going to easily give up that type of info to either Phil or Wilbur.

The guard's phone rings.

"Hello?"

"......"

"I'm doing good Tubbo, how are you and Ranboo doing?"

"......"

"Hmmm, things have been going alright at my job, just saying that it gives me Five Night's at Freddy's vibes."

"Five Night's at Freddy's? What is that? And why is it even called that?" Techno thought, all these questions came up to his head.

"Tubbo....Why?"

"......"

"When I come home, I am going to take away Ranboo's spaghetti and hide it somewhere where he won't be able to see it again."

"......"

"Don't think you're off the hook yet Tubbo, I think you know what I'm gonna do when I get home."

"......"

"Don't pull the "I'm older" bullshit, may I remind you who out of the three of us, doesn't have a job yet?"

"......"

"Fuck you too big man." The guard then tapped on a red button.

The guard continued to walk around the so-called museum.

Techno kept a frown on his face.

Ever since him and his two companions have been turned to stone, he has held a strong grudge towards the mortals.

And now that there is a mortal around the three gods, Techno takes the duty of watching the mortals every move.

The mortal seems to be prepared to protect himself due to him seeing the guard throwing the knife twice.

Techno mentally sighed, so far, his only duty for now is to watch over the night guard.

As much as he really doesn't want to do it, he would be a better choice than Wilbur since he would literally torture the mortal non stop to fill his need for revenge.

At least he now had new information about the guard.

He could share that info with Phil at least, Wil.....

Wilbur is out of the question from telling him the info.

He looked around the room that both him and the guard are in.

It looked to be a room filled with tons of ancient art.

Techno heard a sound being played.

He looked at the guard, the sound growing louder as Techno got a bit closer to the guard.

He realized that the guard was humming.

"Was the mortal that bored?" Techno thought to himself.

The humming made Techno relax a bit, not because he liked it, it was just relaxing to hear.

In fact, the humming was so relaxing that he could turn off his invisibility and fall on the guard to sleep.

Techno didn't even realize that he did what he thought he wouldn't do and fell on top of the night guard, turned off his invisibility and fell asleep on him.

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I hope you guys liked the second part. If you want to send an ask about this au, you are more then welcomed to.

Sorry if the ending seemed a bit lazy.

I also need help with the name of the au, if you have a few suggestions, pls share.

If I missed anything to add to the warnings, please tell me.

#tiny!tommy #tiny!phil #tiny!wilbur #tiny!techno #g/t #g/t writing #g/t mcyt #mentioned character #It's both Ranboo and Tubbo but Ranboo is just mentioned in a phone call and Tubbo is speaking to Tommy through his phone #Giant God Statues au

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Six of Crows

4/5 stars

After two years (ish) I have finally finished Six of Crows. Uh, that is not to say that I really sat there and read page after page for years. What I really mean is that I borrowed the library book, tried to read it, but got bored midway. My brain was really tired of its world-building, among other things. I also tried to read an e-copy of it but that was met with spectacular failure. So I stopped trying for ages.

Anyway. Fast forward about a year or so and I have started reading fantasy books, heralded by my obsession with Cruel Prince (though Serpent and the Wings of Night is technically what started it). NOW, I tell myself, I'm ready for SoC. It's been sitting pretty on my TBR-fantasy shelf ever since I started reading fantasy again.

I don't know if the past months of reading fantasy books have kind of equipped my brain for its world-building or something, because this time, chapters are much, much easier to digest. I'm actually following what's going on. Maybe my attention span is also a bit better.

Whatever it is, it gets me through the first chapter (which was… kind of a weak opening, but that's just me), and soon enough I'm storming through the subsequent ones.

I have so many thoughts about this book. My enjoyment level was kind of tumultuous—I went from hesitant to really enjoying the banter to getting a bit bored at certain parts once they broke out of the prison, then felt my enjoyment (hmm… maybe engagement is a better word) picking up again when Nina encountered Brum. I was screaming, it's a trap! But she fell for it anyway.

I'm generally not very good with stories that are setting-heavy—meaning a lot of the plot circles around navigating through places and secret bridges and tunnels and so on. And for a heist, it is so important to know what the setting is like and how they work around it. So I won't lie; parts of my brain switched off a little at certain stages. I will need to do a reread on those sections to better figure out what's happening, like how swimming through the water led Kaz, Matthedious—as I like to call him—and Nina out to the other side. I mean, I think I know, but I was very tired at that point so I still wanna reread to be sure.

I also was not a huge fan of the flashback dump in the middle of the story. Nina, after healing Inej? Flashback! Matthedious, brooding in the boat? Flashback!

I think flashbacks could do better when it fits the plot—like Kaz fainting because of too much physical contact and then getting his flashback on what caused it was much more fitting on Leigh's part, imo.

So my biggest two issues are the placement of flashbacks and the heaviness on setting, but I 100% know the latter is my problem, so the former is technically my only valid point.

NOW—to what I enjoyed.

The characters are great. I think the standout is obviously Kaz, who is my favourite character and who reminds me a lot of Artemis Fowl, but minus the techno stuff and assuming he was thrown into the Grishaverse. He's just terrific and I've always been a fan of smart, manipulative characters that are shown, not told, and there were definitely a lot of both here. But the telling was supported by the showing, which I so, so appreciate because this is not as common as it should be.

Inej is my second favourite, tied with Wylan. That bitch is a motherfucking QUEEN, and she is just *chef's kiss*. Strong but not invulnerable, and also her not staying for Kaz in Ketterdam because she didn't care for anything less than what she deserved is EVERYTHING to me. I'm not sure what to make of her piety, though, but it plays off on Kaz nicely. Wylan, I just am partial to because I have a thing for soft boys with puppy faces and curly hair. And also I think he has a lot of potential which I hope will be explored in the next book.

Also, Kaz roasting him SENT ME:

I'm fine with Jesper. He's all right. I didn't see the Fabrikator twist coming though. I was like, WHAT??

Now. For the characters who weren't all right for me; they range from I'm-not-sure-how-to-feel to pure dislike. Nina is the former, and based on my nickname for the last Crow, I think you can guess who's the latter.

I just do not understand Nina. Even until now I don't really have a full grasp of her character. At the beginning, she seems to really dislike Kaz's lack of moral fibre, based off her exchange with him:

But then not too long later, this happens:

I am just so confused by her, and while I was gasping aloud when she took the drug at the end to save everyone (made me respect her a lot), I still don't know what kind of person Nina is. She feels all over the place.

I don't even want to talk about Matthedious. He's a man laden with prejudices and toxic masculinity, which, to be fair, is shaped by his upbringing, but he's just very narrow-minded and stupid. Anything he can't understand, he dubs them as witch, or demon, and so on. He's just an angry oaf. I don't know what to say. There's really nothing much to say about him, though I do want to add that his character arc was extremely unconvincing for me.

A plot point I really enjoyed in this book: Jesper using his Fabrikator skills on that diamond and Wylan building a drill with said diamond, then Inej breaking in to take that tank. Love that she got revenge on Heleen in that moment, and also JUST LOVE THE TRIO for using all their skills as a team. I did not see the tank infiltration coming at all, and it was awesomeeeee.

Another plot point, however, made me go, UHHHH:

KAZ. 🤢

Overall, a solid book. I loved most of the banter, though there are a few times when it falls flat. I was about to rate the story 3 stars midway through, but the later half really picked up and saved it for me. Also what is with that ending? To be fair, I did think it'd be too good to be true if they got the money, but I didn't expect Queen Inej to be taken?????

I'll probably start on Crooked Kingdom soon, but who's to say? I just hope I won't start it two years (ish) later.

- 22 July 2023

#books #bookish #six of crows

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aslitheryprinx · 2 years

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For the ask game, green, blue, and purple please.

ask game!

Green: Phil and the Beanstalk

Techno will eventually catch Phil. It will take a while- I haven't decided how long yet. When he catches Phil, he's not as harsh as he might have been if the human weren't scared and obviously not a magic user.

Of course he assumes Phil is a scout and doesn't hesitate to interrogate him. The human has no idea what he's talking about and says as much. But Techno doesn't believe him. He takes Phil back home and sticks him in an old birdcage he had lying around. It's a temporary measure until he finds a better prison- but he doesn't tell Phil that.

Blue: Celestials Au

I kind of want to talk about some designs for the Celestials! I'll go in order of my most solid design idea to least ^^

Dream- the majority of his body is very fabric like. It has layers weaving in and out of reality and he uses tendrils of the cloth as hands. His face is just kind of an empty white sphere that hovers above his body. You can't really tell where he's looking. Not all Celestials are so blatantly inhuman, but Dream is unmistakably other.

Niki- on one layer of perception, she looks fairly close to an ordinary woman, just with scales sprinkled about her person. Her eyes glow just slightly with an unearthly light. But a layer beyond... Her entire body is made up of a cool white fire. It doesn't burn, but it is tangible.

Wilbur, Techno, Phil- all very important characters... But I don't have a good idea of their designs just yet. Wilbur will probably lean into the phantom design, maybe skeletal? Techno will probably be a piglin but I might make him twins with Wilbur and also be bones. For Phil the only thing I know for certain is that he'll have wings that reach all the way to his hands.

Purple: Adrift Au

The gods know Ranboo is freaked out, so they make him a little room he can hide in. He does whenever he thinks he's allowed to... Which isn't very often. Since he's under the impression that he's some kind of servant to them, he's terrified of upsetting them.

Ranboo went to school, once upon a time. He knows that any place with an Authority has Rules. And breaking rules means consequences, usually painful ones. The punishment for disobedience in the school had been harsh and swift. He doesn't even want to imagine what not following the gods' rules would be.

He just... has to figure out what those rules are first.

#mcyt g/t #aslitheryanswers #prinx ask game #phil and the beanstalk au #celestials au #adrift au

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I, notorious for not reading shit, read your latest fanfic yesterday! Just had to take some time off to collect my thoughts as I had many

First of all, its brilliantly written; the prose was captivating and genuinely fun to read, despite prose being my usual least favourite thing about writing, it was really good and I made sure to absorb all of it. The dialogue was so on point and in character which I wouldn't expect any less from you if im honest, but still. The flow felt natural, not rushed nor boringly slow, and the depiction of cphil's breakdown, as well as ctechno's actions, felt real and tangible. Which, even for me as an angst connoisseur, felt heavy and painful. As grief is.

Every action, interaction or thought was just so well written and made me feel many emotions that I cannot even describe. It made me want to put it down to take a break so often but I couldn't cus it was just that damn captivating!

On the writing front there's nothing left to be desired, truly.

I was a little hesitant getting into it cus I have some very mixed feelings on c!emeraldduo and the actions they chose to take throughout and still lean to the side of heavy caution dealing with their character. You could say im a very critical enjoyer. But I would say that work like that of yours, is what keeps me firmly on the fence.

Its genuinely super intresting to see such exploration of their character that makes me feel rly sympathetic towards them. But mixed with my preexisting gripes, it ends up making them very human for me. And even aside from that, your very clear investment and knowledge of these two characters gives them a sort of softness and delicacy that I wouldn't otherwise see.

this may be par for the course and im just inexperienced, true, but it frankly doesn't matter to me as this experience was absolutely wonderful and I must convey that somehow. Which even that I can't do justly as I still struggle to turn the emotions this work made me feel into actual constructed thoughts.

Hats off you sir, you made me internally scream for like an hour on a fine Wednesday afternoon, very appreciated :).

WOWWW thank you so very much!!! i’m so flattered holy shit i’m so glad you liked <3

the entire purpose of why i started writing about c!phil (and c!techno by extension) was to Make him feel more human and real, and helping people understand him better, which is why i’m always so glad to hear from people who don’t feel like they’re allowed to like c!emeralds because they disagree with the stuff they’ve done.

that’s why when i write about c!phil, even though it’s from his perspective and thus automatically easier to sympathize with him, i want to emphasize that him being three dimensional and meaningful doesn’t absolve him of blame in anything he’s done. i really do think you can thoroughly enjoy a character and their narrative purpose even while agreeing they’ve done bad things. he just has complex motives and perspectives on the world like any other character, and im really really glad i was able to get that across!!!! ^_^

#sorry i got a little chatty hehe but holy crap thank you so much you are so kind!!!!#so incredibly flattering gosh #obnoxious-reference-here #talking #aiafs #long post

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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I'm browsing through my drafts and damn I wrote this in January. Still think it should be posted

Ours Poetica mini chapter review that I started writing some time ago (edit: HAHAHA SOME TIME AGO. 4 MONTHS AGO IS MORE LIKE IT. Future me knows) and I just now managed to be in a head space to continue! It's a really heavy chapter. Ours Poetica is already heavy but this chapter really takes the cake.

[read the chapter tw because this one goes there, it really does]

So… spoilers.

*heavy sigh* man.

This fic is like you are in the thickest fog imaginable and you just want to have a little bit of sun.

The beginning where you have Ranboo and Tubbo running for their lives while trying to find Tommy in the house, terrified of what they would find, and Techno has yet to realise what is actually happening... And then they are hit with the Tommy's discarded thoughts and oh gods how is that gonna end.

In a way I feel awful, in another I feel glad that it happened. Here's the thing — Poor Tubbo and Ranboo are literally having an anxiety attack over the possibility that Tommy tried to commit suicide again (very thankfully that wasn't the case but they still don't know that) and that's heartbreaking on so many levels. And I hate to say this but I think on the other hand this was good thing to scare Wilbur and Techno to make them realise that what's wrong is not a small thing and they need to get their shit together quickly.

Also, so many people, Tubbo, Ranboo, Sam, Puffy and Dream (and Ponk although they weren't involved in the searching for Tommy) care so much about the kid. That really warms my heart.

The only thing I have to criticize, mainly Puffy and Dream although I completely understand and don't really fault them, is that they were concentrating their anger too much on Wilbur... I know they don't know the full picture but I think in a way Wilbur is just as broken as Tommy. A good proof of that in this chapter is the flash of memory Tommy had when talking with Sam:

(I’m not a monster, he had heard his brother weep once, late in the night after another screaming match with Dad. His brother had slipped into his room after, had tucked himself under Tommy’s covers, comforter and all, and had taken his little brother’s hand. Promise me, he had pleaded, brown eyes round and glistening in the faint breath of Tommy’s night-light cast upon his cheeks, promise me I’m not a monster. And Tommy had done so without hesitation)

(Now, he wondered if he could say the same thing about himself)

That family needs help as a group and all their problems involve Phil dealing horribly with grief which literally affected all his 3 sons. Wilbur practically raised Tommy. And when Wilbur couldn't handle it anymore and left, Phil just... Didn't really act as a parent. Now that Wilbur and Techno are back he actually tries to know what Tommy is doing for once in his life, but Wilbur did notice something was wrong anyway. However Wilbur is an emotional disaster that loves his father (because most sons do, it's all they know) and will have to admit that his father neglected them and was not great at the cost of the fragile family stability that exists at the moment. And he says a lot he doesn't mean. And that's a problem. He's a jackass then cries. He's simultaneously the best and worse person to go in that family to talk about your feelings.

When he was mean to Tommy he came back to Techno's room to have a breakdown about it. His idea of family is crumbling apart and he notices and he doesn't want it to happen but he needs to let it so they can get better. I think Wilbur realised this when Ranboo and Tubbo angrily and panicked screamed at him to see Tommy. He let them.

Poor Ranboo... He really... Almost had a panick attack. And it was very understandable and Tommy's brothers don't know and suddenly Techno finds that scrapped poem and they are forced to see... I hope after the scare they can do something about themselves. They aren't being bad siblings on purpose.

The situation is so complicated.

And Sam fucking deciding he wanted to marry Ponk while being on a run because the whole slam poetry group was worried for Tommy's life made me feel so guilty for finding it such a funny situation...

The part at the end with Tommy and Sam was just gorgeous. It's so sorrowful but relatable. I wish it wasn't because that does say something about me.

I really didn't want to copy paste so much but this really resonated with me.

“They don’t talk about how much you mourn before you attempt suicide.” There was a hollowness there, as if his words were coins dropped into a well with no end in sight, forever hurtling downwards. Forever falling. He licked his lips, tasting the dew of dawn’s arrival on his tongue, the aftermath of midnight rain. With a heavy swallow, he continued: “They don’t talk about that dread. The way you sit on the bathroom floor for hours with a pill bottle in your hand, and really think to yourself how much will I be missing if I do this? If I succeed? If I…‘give up’?

“You know, I cried for days before That Night, trying to say goodbye,” a bitter laugh lodged itself in his throat, trapped in the quivering folds of his voice box, “I thought I had made peace, had said goodbye to everything worth loving. I was already counting out the pills and playing my favorite songs and it hit me like bam, I will never get married. It was like-like a shotgun. A bullet hole; I won’t get to see my own wedding day, hell, even my brothers’ wedding days. And for some reason that…that terrified me.”

(…)

“And I don’t even know if I want to get married, or if I’m even into that romantic stuff, but, like, that thought of ‘holy shit I don’t even get a chance’…that was the scary part, y’know?” He ignored the way in which his eyes stung, how with every sentence his tongue grew heavy. Long gone was that furious little beast inside his chest, replaced with a mournful howl that rattled his ribs and had his stomach flipping. He bit the inside of his cheek: he had to keep it together. He couldn’t let Mr. Sam see him break. “And knowing that, sitting alone on a bathroom floor knowing that I was going to die alone, it hurt, you know? Like, I would never get to do those teenager things—never go to prom, never get my driver’s license, never, fuck, I don’t know, fall in love? Have my first kiss? I was giving up all of that! But there was no future for me, and it was pointless to keep pretending there was. I was tired of living a lie, but somehow coming to terms with that truth, that this was it for me…it hurt so much.”

Thinking about this almost always makes me cry. Because it's so true, at least for me. A lot of times the person who's thinking about committing suicide is just so scared of doing it. Not the because of the act itself funnily enough, but because of the consequences. In a way I think that fear can be what saves you from going with it.

But suicide ideation is so much more than sadness or anger or egoism, it's so many dark things mixed together in the worst combination and you either feel alone because nobody cares about you or you think you're just making everyone's life worse by staying, which is obviously a lie. I think this chapter made an amazing job at explaining the feelings behind suicidal thoughts while showing that in the end, there's always someone that cares, and will really wish for you to stay. And it's actually worse if you go, so much worse.

#ours poetica #mcyt #sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #suicude tw #pills tw #overdose tw #fanfiction #suicide ideation tw

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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no because im brainrotting so hard on this au <3

does dream ever break down in front of people? or is there ever a full reveal of what happened during + after the prison?

c!Dream has his moments of letting stuff slip. But his truest break down comes in very violent form.

I mentioned before that Dream reveals his hybrid form to everyone so he can fight back after losing his weapon. By this point, the syndicate already knows about him and c!Techno has helped him train to fight with his hybrid form basically for this situation.

What I didn't mention was the person who got him weaponless was c!Quackity (being helped by c!Fundy and c!Hannah). Quackity gets him pinned and believes he's won. He chooses to gloat for a moment. This, was a mistake.

Dream, furious and ready for revenge after everything Quackity did to him, drops his mask and tears into Quackity. It's such a shock to everyone else that nobody can react in time to help Quackity, so that man dies. In the aftermath, Dream snaps into himself and realizes either he gets away now or he's taking a lot more lives. So he bolts outta there, reclaiming his weapon and half running half flying off. Nobody follows him on account of; Uh.... what the fuck??? and also Dude just flew off and the only other person w/flight on the server is on his side.

The Syndicate gets home and expects to meet Dream there, only for 24 hours to pass without him showing up. Techno wants to go look for him, but c!Phil and c!Tubbo think it's better to give him time to cool off. Particularly given that due to limited time in his hybrid form, Dream experiences instincts to a pretty extreme degree when stressed. It takes some debate, but the syndicate agrees to give him 72 hours before doing anything.

c!Ranboo agrees to this and promptly forgets, wonders where Dream is, and then goes to track him down based on nothing but Vibes (Endermen instinct telling him where the dragon is). Dream is... Well he's a mess to say the least. His instincts are telling him to kill just about anything that comes his way. It's freaking him out and when added to having to be near Quackity at all. He just. Breaks a little bit. Ranboo knows the least of what went on in the prison and secondary cell. Just that conditions were bad enough to leave Dream still recovering from the effects more than 2 months after when he got revived. The only person in the Syndicate that knows Quackity tortured Dream was Techno, although Phil suspected something of the sort.

In a bad place, trying to sort himself out, Dream opens up to Ranboo. More specifically, he explains why it took so long to revive him. Why Dream was incapable of writing for so long. He spares some of the gorey details, but he doesn't shy away from how much it hurt. How much it still hurts. The level of nerve damage done. Just how much Quackity took from him. How much Sam took from him. Ranboo listens quietly. Out of shock and respect.

At the end of the story, Ranboo doesn't hug him. But he shuffles up to sit right next to Dream. Looks away so he doesn't see the tears at the corners of Dream's eyes.

"That's fucking rough." It's an understatement. "I'm glad you killed him." After a long pause, Ranboo finally finds something he could do to help. "Do you want me to shoo the others off so you can go hide in your den?"

And that- That sounds really nice. Dream only hesitates a moment.

"Can I take Michael? I just- Quackity was never near him, but. Some part of me-." It's too hard to explain, but Ranboo gets it.

"Yeah, he's missed you a lot. It'll be good for both of you. Just head down and I'll get him from Tubbo."

Plan in place, the two of them head home. Dream feeling a bit of weight off his chest, and Ranboo feeling like he finally got a piece of the puzzle he's been trying to fit back together. It's good. For them.

For Sapnap, who overheard almost everything, it's his entire world crashing down around him.

While Sapnap had sworn off hunting Dream after their encounter, he... Well, he made an exception after hearing that Dream turned into a fucking half-dragon and murdered his fiance. Not that he was planning to hurt Dream, he was just hoping for answers. It only took a minute to dig out the old manhunt compass that he'd sworn to Quackity he lost ages ago (fuck, it makes sense now why Quackity was so pushy about it. why he almost screamed at Sapnap over it. how he'd found Q looking through his stuff and what if he'd found it-). Then he was off, following Dream while ensuring he wasn't being followed himself.

When he'd finally found him, Sapnap was trying to decide how to handle the sight of his former best friend as a? A hybrid? Cursed? Experimented on? Who fucking knew. Before he could make up his mind, Ranboo had shown up, and then the truth came out.

Sapnap got his answers. And he lost one more person. Someone he thought he could trust. Someone who he'd vented his frustrations about Dream to (was that why? was it because of him? if he'd been less hot headed, if he'd been more open and admitted he still loved his brother. would Q have still done it? he didn't know he didn't know he didn't). Someone who he'd loved. Gone once again. Leaving him stranded, unsure of where to go from here. If there even is anywhere to go.

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