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bitchimasnake-sss · 7 months

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their love language ft. the monster trio ayeee <3

another silly little set of headcannons for the biggest dumbasses in all the seas!!

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x GN! reader

set-up: y'all idk, im just in the one piece vibe today (i say, 456th day in a row)

warnings: slightly suggestive for zoro and sanji's part

luffy:

physical touch!!! - omg i dont even need to explain this. - this man has NO CONCEPT of personal space. - doing your makeup? okay just sit on his lap when you do it (not even in a sexual way my lord get a grip). looking at the sea dramatically? okay hold his hand anyways while you do that. eating lunch? yeah he's touching your calf with his toe like a weirdo. - but he is a weirdo we love - this isn't exclusive to just you. the entire crew is his tree and he is a fucking koala. a himbo koala who you love. - but ever since you started dating, yeah it is quite hard for him to leave your side. - you entertain it but there are instances like this: "luffy please get off my arm, i cannot wash the dishes like this" this usually leads to him saying okay and rearranging himself to hold you from your waist as he stands behind you. - as much as you love it, there are moments when you just cannot anymore but king luffy can make you change your mind with his fucking grin. - also no need to mention that luffy is 100% the most emotionally mature/understanding of the crew, so he will give you space whenever you need it. - he just thinks it's better if you cry in bed about something when he's nearby bcause "what if you realize you're crying cause youre hungry?? then i will have to fetch you meat. i should be around for that." "luffy. i never cry because i'm hungry." "you don't know that. what if you were hungry all along??" - you gave up. - actually its quite nice to hold someone's hand when you cry. you quite like it. - just let him hold your hand when you're going through your bi-weekly mental breakdown, he appreciates you <3

zoro:

pretty mf aaahhh <3

words of affirmation!! - i do see him as a hoe for words of affirmation. argue with the wall. i cannot hear you lalalala. - he has subconsciously decided he needs to be strong for the crew, for you, for himself. weaklings cannot be the worlds greatest swordsman, after all. - everyone on the crew appreciates him ofcourse, but it is almost routine for him to save them any time of the day (or even someone else for that matter) - so when (pre-dating) you absent-mindedly thanked him for catching a sea-king for dinner, he was stuck. - like physically stuck. homeboy was frozen. staring at you like a deer in headlights. - when you asked him if he was okay, he brushed you off and you didn't see him for the rest of the evening (not even for dinner). he wouldn't admit it, but he stuffed his head against a pillow and almost screamed. and then he grinned against the same pillow for the rest of the night. what the fuck was wrong with him. - post-dating you has since found his kryptonite. - he did the most basic thing? he showered for once? say thank you and watch as he fucking melts into the ground once and for all. oml tell him he looks pretty and he will probably go to his room and cry. (please tell him he's pretty.) tell him his training form is good, he is ready to become a malewife (doesnt even know what that is but he is ready.) - still refuses to admit his weakness though. - "thankyou so much for taking me out on that date. i had so much fun." he is blushing ear to ear, he is fighting off a grin, he is shrugging but in reality he is fighting off a stupid dance move, "it was no big deal" "yes it was. thank you. i love you." yeah, he now believes he loves you 169% more than he did like 2 seconds ago - turn him into a bottom in one second by appreciating him during sexy times. (v. v. fun). he becomes a flustered, blushing mess. - appreciate him. he blushes. you get a good view. win-win situation tbh

sanji:

acts of service!! - he might be smooth with words and always ready to pull off a grand gesture to show his love for you but you make him toast when he's sick and he is asking you to marry him - actually he always asks you to marry him but like this is special to him - please give him a cookie and watch him fall on his knees i beg you - it isn't even limited to him. he sees you help chopper carry something particularly heavy or sees you taking care of nami when she has a cold and he is ready to wife you up again. - it could be the smallest of things and it would still make him fall heads over heels in love with you once again - you found his lost sock for him? heart eyes. you brushed and braided his hair as a joke when he was laying in your lap? his head is spinning. you bought him a tie to match one of his suits? he's practically foaming at the mouth. - whatever you do, no matter how small, expect 10x more in return "you did this for me?" (referring to the smallest of things) "yeah" you shrug "i am gonna make you doughnuts now." "you don't have to-" "no. i will." - he is up before the sun rises, making you doughnuts now cause yesterday before sleeping you laid out clothes on the bed for him - just such a nice human being i luv him - but if you do plan to pull a big gesture like taking him out on a date, be ready to be wined and dined and then some more (he has quite strong legs, he can stay on his knees for hours if you know what i mean) - anyways just like love him and buy him a perfume cause you thought he'd like it - he is now ready to die for you at 200x the speed he was before

a/n: going thru one piece brainrot session rn

#one piece #op #monster trio #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy #one piece headcanons #one piece men #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader #opla #one piece luffy #one piece sanji

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ugly-pickle · 5 months

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i need you close to me ☆ wrio

CHARACTERS: wriothesley x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: wriothesley reminding you how much he loves you (after he rearranges your insides)

GENRE: fluff 💿

W/C: 0.4k

C/W: nudity, mentions of sex, scars, kissing, a bit suggestive at some parts, mentions of the words dick, physical contact (im sososo sorry if theres anything else that might trigger you! please message me so i can fix it)

A/N: my first time writing something like this please give feedback! maybe ooc? not proof read. lots of grammatical errors but thats because it’s aesthetic (there are a few exceptions though)

you throw your head back as you moan wriothesley’s name loudly, your voice filling the entire room and wriothesley’s ears. you collapse on his chest, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. wriothesley slips his dick out of you and moves you to his side (youre using his arm as a pillow). The two of you lay there for a while, enjoying each others company in silence.

you turn your head to look at wriothesley, admiring the scratches of your nails being added to the collection of his scars that littered his body. you broke out of your trance when wriothesley finally decides to break the silence between the two of you.

“you know what y/n?” you gave him a “hm?” in response. “i really cant live without you, now that i think of it, youve entered my life, i cant possibly imagine you leaving it… i love you y/n” is this what post-nut does to you? make you all mushy and gushy? but youve also become a victim of this mushy gushiness. you can feel the heat of the blush invading your cheeks.

it feels like as if your cool and mysterious boyfriend, wriothesley, has been possessed by cupid himself. he turns over, his chest now facing you, he uses his free arm to wrap around your waist. “y’know, i cant imagine a living a life without you y/n, youre the reason why that it’s a bit more bearable working at the fortress.” you kiss the tip of his nose, you dont know how to respond to him, but you reciprocate his feelings for you with your actions.

“i need you close to me” you feel wriothesley hugging you tighter, pressing your head against his chest, his words sounded like honey, it was sweet, and the faint scent of his cologne making the experience all the more better. the heat coming from is body, the scent of his cologne, and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you feels like a safe haven.

“i love you wrio,” you mumble as you start to doze off to dreamland “i love you too y/n,” he presses a kiss on top of your head “sweet dreams darling,” he says as pulls the blankets so that it could cover the both of you. his eyes flutters shut. only the sound of both of you breathing can be heard now.

A/N: ahhhhrgrggrhhh it’s so cringyy but it’s my first time soooo… hopefully I’ll get better at it ༼ಢ_ಢ༽

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #wriothesley x reader #fluff #wrio #wrio fluff #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact fluff #wriothesley

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bigfatbimbo · 1 month

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Hello, my dear!

I am in love with housewife!vox and I will raise to that housewife!Velvette and housewife!Valentino.

With the fall of the Vees, I'd like to think that one way or another they'll meet again, but imagine having all three of them as your domestic partners?

I think it's absolutely fucking funny to see how bad Valentino is with anything that doesn't involve sex or drinking, I'm confident this man doesn't even know how to do laundry nor do the dishes (he has hired maids/cleaners for that) BUT I feel that once he learns, he's actually useful as fuck because he has four hands (train him by using sex as rewards)

I can imagine Velvette taking over most of the interior design of the house, you know those people that change their living room colors every week? Yeah, that's her. I can also see her still doing fashion but on a much smaller scale, maybe even doing embroidery to kill time.

Also being their sugar daddy/mommy hello???? Remember my past ask about the Vees having a dom who's more powerful than them, yeah that shit fits here like a puzzle.

- At events, they get jealous for whole different reasons. It was one thing to have others flirt with you when they were powerful, cause then, they CAN ACTUALLY DO some SERIOUS damage. Now? You're their ONLY source of comfort/money/things/etc.

- Rewarding them for good behavior hits different too cause now it bleeds to their everyday life. Velvette sewn a few shirts that are a bit worn? You get her that new silk dress that she's being on her ig account. Valentino actually behaving for once? You rail him fast and hard, just how he likes it.

- 🍆 anon (but am willing to change icons for you, deary.)

IM SO TIRED AND I HAD AN ENTIRE RESPONSE WRITTEN OUT TO THIS BUT MY LAPTOP REFRESHED 😭😭

Anyways can I just say that anything I see you in my inbox I get happy instantly because they’re always such bangers. I’ve toyed with the idea of all the vees being your domestic housewives after their fall from power, but this is definitely a great starting point.

Like i might reboot this later when i’m coherent to add my thoughts but yknow i’m due time.

Anyways imagine coming home and Velvette just rearranged all of your furniture and redesigned the interior of your house.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #the vees x reader #sub vees #dom reader

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fridayth13 · 10 months

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Hey! While this summer tends to take a toll on all of us I hope you are doing well! I have a request for you feel free to do whatever you want with it as I always like your take on things hehe.

I was wondering (if you haven't done it already) how you'd think Barbatos would help mc get out of bed on a bad day.

If we're thinking nightbringer i'd imagine Solomon trying to help us out but not really succeeding what to do so and having to ask Barb(the ultimate parental figure) for help, I feel like he'd have some little tricks up his sleeve.

when everything is soup.

↳ barbatos × gn!reader

↳ genre: hurt/comfort | wordcount: 600+ | warnings: none

↳ notes: so. when im exhausted i tend to say that everything is gravy (bc trying to move is like wading through a pool of gravy lmao) so i tried to do smth like that hgdsgjgdsfhj i tried to do hcs but then. 600 words appeared before my eyes lmao. also i think both swd and nb barbatos would go about this situation in really similar ways, so it might've been redundant to make two versions. anyway i hope this is sufficient ✨️ 🙏

barbatos was a patient demon.

the fall of his footsteps against the floor were slow in rhythm, soft in sound, and in any case, deliberate. he wanted you to know he was coming.

the gentle clink of his favorite china tea set on your nightstand told you all you needed to know about why he was in your room.

in your exhausted haze, you only barely felt him taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

"good morning, mc." he uttered softly.

but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. of course, he knew you were awake. at least, you assumed so. you found he was rather good at guessing things. despite facing away from him and being swaddled in blankets like a burrito, there was no way he wouldn't know, you supposed.

your ears picked up the trickling of liquid as barbatos poured in his cup of tea. a brief pause. then he poured a second cup.

a splash of guilt appeared in your chest. the tea was going to have to get cold then.

the entire house of lamentation had taken a turn coming by your room to wake you. they knew not to push too far; not after the day you had yesterday. but whatever today had in store for you seemed about as substantial as one of solomon's soups. fatigue tugged you down every other second, felt through the pounding of your head.

then again, you supposed barbatos wasn't just anyone, huh? part of you wondered how he'd try to convince you to get out.

the answer to that seemed to be.. nothing.

you heard him take a sip of his tea, and that was all.

seconds passed that turned into minutes. time moved like gelatin when one's mind was wrought in anticipation. and it only became worse with every moment that ticked by.

so you opened your eyes.

everything was blurry. naturally. you shifted ever so slightly, your knees moving closer to your chest. the comforter covering you inadvertently moved higher up over your face.

why wasn't he saying anything?

like clockwork, you heard another sip of his tea.

and slowly, you began to uncoil from your fetal position. you rolled onto your back, head slightly inclined towards him. you stretched your legs, a pleasant tingle traveling down to your toes. a soft exhale escaped you as your arms plopped back onto the mattress.

barbatos remained motionless as he spoke.

"good morning again."

a warmth flooded you at his voice. was that a joke?

"..mornin'." you murmured.

a slight turn of his head to you. "are you alright?"

you didn't know how to answer. instead, you rolled over again, blankets rolling with you due to friction. you moved to rearrange them while you figured out what would be most appropriate to say. the words seemed to drift from you as you reached for them. everything was soup.

"better.. i guess." you decided on, finally.

he finally moved to look at you fully. as always, the perfect picture of calmness and poise. but his voice was almost uncharacteristically gentle.

"take your time." he said, finally setting down his empty teacup back to the tray. "your tea will still be waiting for you whenever you decide you'd like to get up."

before you could say anything, his cool facade revealed a crack— an amused smile forming on his lips.

"and don't fret about it going cold. it's nothing a little heat spell won't fix. it's okay."

it's okay.

"..okay."

barbatos's smile grew at your affirmative. the sudden warmth of his affection matched the feeling that burst in your chest.

"i think i will be staying here for a while as well. would that be okay with you?"

for a second, you were too far in your head to respond; tossed into the soup, if you will. but you had your answer at the tip of your tongue the moment he asked.

"of course."

dividers from @/clutteredfun

#mine #my writing #fics #requests #¡#obey me #om #omswd #om barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x you #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x mc #om barbatos x reader

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lesharl-eclair · 8 months

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strollonso fic recs part 1: fics

4 fics from authors who have just the one strollonso fic, and who somehow added SO MUCH to the genre. whose other works are equally insanely mindblowing (the charles/bono fic that i am still not oVER BY THE WAY... the painfully high-quality webbonso. charlos and landoscar.) im crying how do you guys do it (these fics actually changed my life i am not kidding:

all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)

victor's spoil by venerat (E, 1.9k)

Two hours later Lance is told he’s going to the winner’s room. “Oh,” Lance says stupidly. "Uh. Me? Now?”

ouUEGHHGEUGHHH the rancid vibes. it's all mind games here. lance's desperation vs nando's casual (playful????!!!) viciousness.

the attention to detail is so stunning. the way the scene is set, the inherent power imbalance, lance so eager to please it's almost painful to watch....

"Even when Fernando aims it warmly, it still makes Lance shiver. That’s because Lance, of course, is fucked up. He’s already getting hard between his legs, just because Fernando chose him. Just from being here, from the anticipation of knowing his role. From the uncertainty of sitting there, waiting." im sobbign <3

this one rearranged my brain a lot. one of my favourite renditions of their dynamic.

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in the hold by @pressurizer2 (M, 1.9k)

Lance scrunches his nose and makes a noise of protest as soon as Fernando’s hand leaves his ankle.

im still reeling at this concept okay. i havent gotten over it yet i don't think my review is sufficient to describe how good this is but can we talk about this like

"Mouth open and sucking in air, trying his best to keep quiet, Lance feels both compressed and torn apart by the intensity of Fernando’s attention, redirected. He’s being talked about, but not talked to. Praised but not acknowledged. Lifted up high and pushed down hard." such a waaay with words!!!! i am very extremely enamoured.

the push and pull here is perfect: bratty lance (<3) trying to elicit a reaction, nando willing to indulge despite his discipline (he's actually so into it.....it's all a game for him.......uuuueegeghheheu.....) the way tension is built and released is so so masterful and a delight from start to finish :)

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A Little Bit of Exhibition by @sweetpeapoppy (M, 5.1k)

He’d heard all of the rumours about the way Fernando operated in Formula One, how ruthless he was, how he terrorised his teammates, how he would grind you down until you doubted your own abilities. Lance knew he didn’t need that. But he also knew he didn’t have a choice either, Fernando was coming to Aston Martin whether he liked it or not.

nando as an exhibitionist is...something. how he draws lance in to do the most brazen things, how lance is powerless to resist, is such a tantalising prospect. lawrence's obliviousness makes me want to shake my head patronisingly ("Lawrence agreed, feeling grateful he had another driver pairing that were getting along." ??????? ?????) this fic really shines because of all the details (sweater paws?? hand on nape??? the actual db12 feature???) the "canon compliance" makes your concept so true to life and now i can't unsee it.

the thing that stayed with me was the image of nando bent over the car. it still makes me lose my shit to think about.

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I make two grand an hour by @kritischetheologie (E, 3.1k)

Lawrence had made Lance read an entire fucking book on this history of Formula 1 before he started the job, and all Lance could remember from the 2000’s was the German guy who won all of them, before the other German guy started winning all of them. But still, who did this guy think he was, trying a line like that on him? Aston Martin wasn’t the type of team that could hire a double world champion. “Michael Schumacher won in 2005,” he said, trying to project more confidence than he felt. “Nice try.”

BRATTY LANCE. I MIGHT ACTUALLY CRY

the voicing is nailed doWN to a tee and i am thriving. there is one very interesting roscoe related comparison in there that i will not be forgetting any time soon. this ticks all the boxes for me - backstory, characterisation, humour, there is even Plot !!

also love the offhand mention of glance.....they could have been together in another universe..... "Everyone was short except for George Russell, who was both tall and fast. Why couldn’t his father have invested in Mercedes instead?"

this author brings so much delight and depth to every single one of the pairings she writes about, and i will not be forgetting about this any time soon.

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that's all for today :) i DO have more strollonso fic recs on the way so keep your eyes peeled if you like what you see !!

if you enjoyed this, or if i missed any fic, please let me know :) drop me an ask mayhaps if you would like more fic recs, and i will try my best to give timely unqualified opinions <3

#f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #lance stroll #strollonso #claire's fic recs #claire rambles #1418

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s-a-u-l-o-f-t-a-r-s-u-s · 1 month

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girl i have to sit next to in class bc there are no other seating options: yeah my iq was really high when my parents had me tested bc i was really good at manipulating them and im bipolar so i had a manic episode and rearranged my entire living room layout also im so excited to read this shitty tiktok ya fantasy book bc it’s like a thousand pages and reading has always been my escape i bought these shitty book quote stickers from etsy to put on my laptop i was reading at a college level in elementary school like im such an intj and i took this test that told me i have a machiavellian temperament last night when i couldn’t sleep bc i have insomnia and it takes like 10 melatonin gummies before i start to feel anything also i hate my mom bc she made me go to church as punishment when i was a kid so i hate religion and also…

#all unprompted

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epicaxolotls · 1 year

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wee first prompt for the sbi summer bingo and I get to finish an old marvel pseudo-crossover I forgot about

also this is the first time im posting my writing on tumblr so here we go-

Words: 1,931 (Kinda short but eh.)

Prompt: Superhero AU

Little bit of an unorthodox superhero au, but I'd say it's still a superhero au at its core

Wilbur blinked. What-?

No, that didn’t make sense. He was fucking- he was fucking hallucinating again, wasn’t he? Yeah, that had to be it. Why else would he have been watching his hand disintegrate in front of him?

Wilbur looked up at Phil, hoping that he hadn’t seen what Wilbur had, but–

Phil wasn’t there. Why wasn’t Phil there? He was literally just talking to Phil a second ago, and he was pretty damn sure his father didn’t have super speed–

“What the fuck?” Wilbur heard his little brother’s voice from the kitchen, and he jumped up.

“Tommy? What’s-” Wilbur stopped himself as he looked around. It was like a fucking tornado swept through the house, rearranging everything, yet nothing was in disarray.

“Wil, where’s Techno?” Tommy asked from the doorway of the kitchen.

“No clue.” Wilbur said, looking at the table for his phone, but couldn’t find it. He must’ve put it somewhere else-? Weird. He was pretty sure he just set it down.

“I’m gonna go check the garage.” Tommy muttered, walking out. Wilbur nodded, and stood up himself to check the bedrooms.

He opened the door to Techno’s room without knocking, something his twin brother had been adamant on him not doing. Wilbur didn’t get the usual shout of annoyance, though. The room was silent.

When did Techno redecorate?

Whatever. Wilbur took a glance at the room, then left, leaving the door open just to be annoying. Then, he went to their father’s room.

Phil’s room was a lot messier than usual. Not very like their father to leave his room like this.

Wilbur had to admit, he’s finding this whole… whatever pretty fucking weird. He didn’t–

Was that picture there before-?

No, it wasn’t. It rested on the wall directly above the headboard of Phil’s bed, and it was of the four of them. Probably from a few years ago, looking at how old Tommy looked. It looked like they were just at some fair that was coming through town, and Phil wanted a picture of the four of them at it. It was pretty obvious Techno didn’t want to be there, with the small glare he was giving Phil, and Wilbur remembered how strained his smile was as he waited for the picture to be taken, wanting to get back to whatever scam of a carnival game he’d been playing. And Tommy looked about two seconds away from opening the tub of cotton candy Wilbur had bought for him.

Why would Phil have such a shitty picture printed, framed, and hung in the middle of the wall-? When did he even get the time to? Wilbur was just in here an hour ago grabbing Phil’s phone charger for him, and now the entire room looked different. What the fuck?

Wilbur was about to turn around and go find Tommy, when his little brother barreled through the door himself, taking a few gasps of air before looking up at Wilbur, “You gotta see this.”

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What the fuck.

What the actual fuck. Why was there a fucking wing mech in their fucking garage.

“Looks like something a supervillain would wear.” Tommy said with a laugh, “Dad’s probably doing some cosplay or something, but holy shit, where was he hiding this?”

Wilbur shrugged, walking up to it. Fucking hell, that wasn’t– that was actual metal. How- how did their dad get enough metal to put together two fucking huge metal wings-? When did he even find the time to make these? Wilbur didn’t think he was losing sleep or anything. Besides, he was a light sleeper. He would’ve heard Phil putting together two giant wings. Right? Right. Yeah. There was absolutely no way these were made here.

“We’ll have to ask about it later, ‘cause I’ve got no clue when Dad got the time to make these.” Wilbur muttered. Part of him wanted to touch the wings. Because either their dad was secretly an amazing painter who could make foam look like metal and they were just jumping to conclusions, or something fucking weird was happening.

“Have you tried calling either of them?” Tommy asked, already heading back inside.

Wilbur paused for another moment, then followed, “No. Can’t find my phone.”

“Checked your room yet?” Tommy asked, “Bet you just left it there for dinner.”

Wilbur shrugged, “Could’ve sworn I put it on the table, but might as well check.”

Wilbur headed into his room, and on his dresser, his phone sat, untouched. Wilbur went to pick it up, but-

Why was his phone dusty-? He couldn’t have set his phone down more than an hour ago, why would…

Techno was probably doing something stupid. Yeah.

Wilbur brushed the dust off the phone case, and unlocked his phone. It immediately began sending out notifications, his phone dinging every few seconds. He swiped down the access screen to turn his notifications to silent, but–

2023. The year on his phone read, 2023.

No, that wasn’t right. It was 2018. Not– no. No, yeah, his phone was fucked up. Uh, yeah, he’s just gonna restart it. He’s just gonna let it restart, yeah, it’s updating, definitely just a weird glitch because Wilbur postponed an update or something. That’s all it was. Yeah, yup.

Wilbur unlocked his phone again. The year didn’t change.

You know, it was an old phone. That’s probably just the year it’s meant to shut down. Like that- that year 2000 thing where all computers were supposed to shut off once the year hit 2000. Yeah, his old phone was just being stupid, that was all.

Wilbur left his room. He left the phone where it had been.

“You find it?” Tommy asked from the couch, where he was searching for the remote.

Wilbur shook his head, “Nah, I probably left it at school or something.”

That might’ve been the worst lie Wilbur’s ever told. School ended months ago.

Tommy hummed, “Alright. I’ll find mine later. I wanna see if the game today’s still on– found the remote.” Tommy grinned, turning on the TV, where the date was displayed clearly.

Wilbur didn’t read anything else. All he saw was the year.

2023.

What the actual fuck.

Tommy seemed to notice it too, because he glanced over at Wilbur, before heading onto YouTube.

“A glitch.” Wilbur tried to brush off, sitting down on the couch next to Tommy, “Probably just like– when it goes outta date or something.”

Tommy nodded, and scrolled through the rows on YouTube, but paused when the News section came on screen.

Tommy chuckled, “That must be the guy Phil’s cosplaying as.” he said, pointing at one of the thumbnails of a livestream labeled ‘Breaking News’.

Wilbur nodded, staring at the… vigilante. Yeah, the title's right there, ‘Vigilante Duo Blood God And Angel Of Death Join The Fight’. Pretty dumbass names, if you asked Wilbur. Tommy would call them tryhard. The man’s green robe was flowing in the wind, showing off the two metal wings on his back.

“Why’d Phil cosplay that guy?” Wilbur asked, raising his eyebrow.

Tommy shrugged, instead selecting the video, and the TV loaded up the livestream.

“-And as billions of people are now reappearing, many are in a state of confusion as sources have informed us that for them, no time has passed.” The video switched to a bunch of people fucking appearing in the streets out of thin air, reappearing in an ashy substance before it the substance shaped itself into a figure and reappeared, “Enforcements are trying to calm the panicked crowd, but the confusion has yet to be resolved for many. So, for anyone who has suffered the Blip, welcome to 2023. Five years have passed.”

The news lady was about to continue, but the TV turned off. Wilbur looked back over at Tommy, whose hand was on the remote.

“No. Fucking way.” Tommy muttered, still staring at the blank screen.

Wilbur thought about it all. He wanted to say this was just some weird clickbait news, but…

His phone. The dust. The wings they had never known existed. The picture that somehow ended up in Phil’s room. Techno’s abrupt redesign.

Five years. They’ve been gone for– they’ve been gone for five years.

Where the hell were Phil and Techno?

*~*

“Nnope-” Techno had skipped the polite declining, going straight to refusing any offers from celebrating heroes. Who the fuck cared. They needed to get home. Find one of those goddamn wizards that brought them here in the first place, and get home.

Where Wilbur and Tommy should be.

Where Wilbur and Tommy will be.

Techno pulled a man to the side, making it very clear very quickly that he couldn’t give a damn about what the wizard had been wanting to do.

The wizard had opened their portal home, and Techno dragged his father through.

The house was silent.

No.

They had to– no, it couldn’t be this quiet. Wilbur and Tommy should–

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Techno turned around from where he and Phil were standing in the hallway, already recognizing the voice, though his mind hadn’t quite processed it before he met eyes with his little brother.

Techno froze.

“Theseus.” Techno couldn’t help but take a step forward. It was him. Tommy was here. They did it. They fucking did it. His little brother was right here– right here. For the first time in five years.

Tommy took a step back.

“Theseus, hey, it’s just me.” Techno spoke, trying to keep his voice calm, though failing. Techno had always been the one to cry first. He couldn’t stop his eyes from blurring, so he reached up to unbuckle his mask, but paused as his little brother continued to back up, “Tommy, don’t–”

Tommy had already bolted into the kitchen.

Techno paused, and glanced over at Phil, who had watched the whole thing, his eyes furrowed as he already took off his hat and veil, “Don’t think he recognizes us.” Phil said with a sad chuckle, pulling down his face mask.

Techno nodded. It’s been five years. Five years since Techno’s seen Tommy.

Tommy probably didn’t know that, did he?

Tommy didn’t recognize him.

Phil was unstrapping his wings. Techno should probably help his father. Old man and all. But Techno needed to– he needed to see them. To stop the thousands of thoughts that were racing through his head at the moment. To calm himself, sure. Yeah. Techno tried to take off his mask again, as he followed Tommy into the kitchen.

Tommy was yelling at Wilbur, something about supervillains in their house– ohh. Okay, makes sense–

Wilbur’s head jolted over to Techno.

“Shit–” Wilbur pushed Tommy behind him.

Techno paused, still trying to get the buckle of his mask off. Why did he make this thing a belt buckle-? Sure, some bullshit about protecting his identity more, but literally anything else would be easier to take off.

“Hey, chill.” Techno spoke, “Wil, hey, don’t freak out– shit, no, wa– put the knife down. Wilbur, put the knife down. Thank you. Stop freakin’ out. You don’t– it’s me.”

Wilbur was beginning to back away as Techno finally got his mask off.

All three of them paused.

“Wilbur.” Techno said, setting down his mask on the counter at rubbing a stray tear out of his eye.

“Techno?” Tommy asked, taking a step away from Wilbur.

Techno’s smile grew a bit wider, “Theseus.” he murmured, moving forward, “Welcome home.”

And Techno finally got to hug his brothers.

Techno finally got to hug his brothers, for the first time in five years.

#SBIBingo2023 #my writing #fanfic #idk #sbi #sbi fanfic #technoblade fanfiction #wilbur soot fanfiction #they're the povs so i guess ill just tag them

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nomaishuttle · 9 months

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I FEEL SO STUPID LMAO

#i found my old pair of flasses and i was like oh thats good sjnce my glasses have vajished to the wjnd (#very bad) but i put them on and one eye was crystal clear and thenither was so blurryand i was like woah weird did i have a different #prescription gfor each eye? weird.. and i held it up to a light and kne of tthe lenses was kinda scratched up but the other was like so #clear i couldnt even see the like reflections of the lifht and i was like crazy.. so i went to touch the lens to like smudge it yk #and it isnt there. the lebs is popped out and it took me like 5 minutes to realize that #i wish i could nfjnd tghe lens tho itd be vefevey helpful...#in other news ny walmart order is nowhere 2 be seen and neither rid the lend Also ive rearrangged the entire room bc i was procrastinating #school.. but its all good GRINNED!!!#also im gonna ermmm move some stuff around my storages #so i have the clothes i Wont 2 wear out #im debating on asking hal for some hangers bc i have a bedframe i can hang thjgs kn #so i could hang up my shirts.. i was using it as an indoor drying rack but theres a dryer now so i dont have 2. YAY!!#im tryif to figure if rheres a way i could like suspend the rack at all but idt so. Oh well!

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oetter · 8 months

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long list of life updates with lea oetter tm tm tm

i warned u ok

ive found a very good friend in the girl who sits beside me in my journalism class. we got together to do a photo assignment for class yesterday and i knitted a little thingy while she took pics of me doing it and then i gave it to her as a little gift and she LOVED it?? like it was maybe two rows by fifteen stitches of some scrap yarn but she tied it to her wallet like a good luck charm and then offered to have me over to her house to cook a traditional chinese meal for me (she’s a foreign exchange student from shanghai) and i just??? shes the sweetest person i love her

i discovered a MASSIVE bruise on my elbow earlier and i have no idea where it came from but not in the usual way. like this thing is Large you’d think i’d have noticed if i was like. punched in the elbow.

anyways today ive deep cleaned my entire room and my “foyer” and both “bathroom” rooms in my suite and made my bed and did the dishes and rearranged a little bit and holy shit who knew a nice fresh space could have a positive mental impact. i feel like a new woman. besides this fucking bruise. also my hands are so dry now from all the clorox wipes

classes are going pretty dece 👍 went to a study abroad fair on thursday which was kind of awkward but i might be interested in maybe doing a summer internship at some point idk.

all in all im just. so ready for hockey to start. pleas give me back the cold stick game. im so bored of watching bardown and relistening to ycdt.

#oetteryaps #NEED a new yap tag this one sux #yaepping #hhh dont like that either #we’ll see

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emp-blast · 1 year

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ovw leaks(no photos, just me talking)

thinking about how that new mythic for sigma is literally the perfect design for my planet au,,,,

for me, it just encompasses the entire solar system as a whole and i just!!!

im having thoughts rn okay 😭

i NEED to finish the rest of the planets. jupiter and mercury are next so i have got 2 get brainstorming

im also planning on drawing his mythic ASAP. literally rearranging my projects to make room for that as we speak.

I wonder what customizations and unique voicelines it'll have 🤔

hopefully it comes with a unique select intro as well!

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anxious-homo · 11 months

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to the friend in my head:

i’ve been inactive for 6 months. in those six months i reached my ugw, went broke, broke my jaw, lost my sense of reality, destroyed my closest friendships, broke my arm, overdosed and escaped death, went to rehab, got sober, started recovery, gained 60 pounds, and relapsed.

i’m now at 184.4lb and i’m taking ozempic unprescribed. it’s literally a miracle drug. if you’re a fellow bulimic, it’s the closest you’ll get to a cheat code. i’m taking 2mg which is the highest dose and it’s a fucking beast. the first week i could hardly keep gatorade down. i’m in my second week on it and it’s still hard to gauge what my body will accept. i drank a cold water bottle yesterday morning and 5 minutes later it came directly back up because I was so nauseous. i’m literally surviving on caffeine, zero sugar gatorade, and water.

my parents have noticed i’ve stopped eating, stopped going to the kitchen, stopped cleaning my room. they cleaned my room while i was at work and completely searched the entire room every single inch. they didn’t find anything though. i made a small cut in my pillow and stuffed the ozempic, xanax, and ambien in there. my heart actually raced as i checked to make sure everything was still there and lord behold, there it was: my little blue pieces of serenity and the holy grail.

im in a manic episode and i realize that.

but i also know i walk a fine line. relapse isn’t an event, it’s a process. it’s only a matter of time before 2-3 footballs aren’t enough. only a matter of time before i start needing it to leave the house. only a matter of time before i’m back at the beginning. 2 months clean, harder than i could’ve ever imagined. now it’s down the drain.

skinny

scary skinny

when i left chicago that’s what they said. you’re scary skinny. you don’t eat at all or you eat everything and then take a long shower. fuck off. god. everything they said was true. if they hadn’t kicked me out i would’ve died in chicago. i had given myself psychosis. i could hear everything and i convinced myself everyone around me could hear my thoughts. i twitched and developed a habit of biting my bottom lip raw. i rarely left my room and when i did i was always up to something stupid like scrubbing the bathroom floor spotless or rearranging the living room furniture. in my spouts of depression i wouldn’t leave my bed for days, calling in to work sick. i was sick. i am sick. but i have to live. no matter what goes through my head, i have to live.

i have to live for my family. my parents, my sisters, my future husband and children.

this life isn’t looking very bright, but i have to have hope because i have to live. there is no alternative.

so, i diet. i starve my body in hope that i’ll be saved by the perfect kiss. (that was a midnights reference, i literally left rehab early so that i wouldn’t miss my show)

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thebusylilbee · 1 year

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I just spent my entire day cleaning and rearranging my childhood room so I can actually live in it comfortably for the next two to three weeks (due to the roaches situation for those who might not have been following), my back is broken and im exhausted ! and also I am going to give away SO MANY books !

#im giving half of them to a school and putting the other half in public book boxes #bee tries to talk

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pinkninja236 · 1 year

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okay but so true bestie 😭 13 is NOT the longest running doctor (counting eps) but yaz IS the longest running companion (counting series) im fine being a hypocrite about this

wait but. shes been there from 13's first until 13's last episode thats like. must be a record. at least in new who. like only rose did that and 9 only had one series. anyway even if it's not a record it still feels special <3 there hasnt been a companion doctor duo who was together the entire time in new who

yeah! so my source is tardis wiki:

(note the clara one is stories not episodes, so while yaz has been in 31 episodes that only counts as 25 (? if I counted right) stories, because spyfall 1&2 count as 1 and flux only counts as 1, which is bullshit)

so for calendar time yaz is the undisputed longest, and for modern companions she is the only one with 3 complete seasons (I believe clara would be the runner up here, 2.5 seasons)

In terms of calendar time counting for companions but not doctors, it somehow feels different? idk why, it just Is. vibes

I do believe yaz is the only companion (other than rose&nine) to be with the doctor from first to last episode, and even that is somehow different as we dont know how long 9 was alone between regenerating in the 50th and meeting rose, while yaz is certifiably there from just after one regeneration to just before the next

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#okay Im pretty sure I had Thoughts(tm) while watching this but 'you are loved' with tecteun at the end broke me and now they're all gone

✌ that was my evil intention im glad it worked. also: 😭

because thats the thing isnt it? river telling them "i asked for help for you" and the doctor going "THATS SO STUPID"

amy and rory setting out a place for them. "but you didnt know i was coming, why would you set me a place?" "because we always do"

the doctor disappears and you dont know if or when they'll ever be back but i dont know if they expect you to wait for them. so many people throughout time who have told them "i waited for you" and it never seems to sink in that they wait for them. that they miss them.

the doctor quietly removing themself from people's lives bc they only bring chaos and destruction anyway. it's better like this. theyre saving them by leaving.

clara going "i mean it's not like im never gonna see you again" "isnt it?" "is it?" "i thought thats what you wanted" "but youre gonna come around for dinner or something arent you? do you do that? come around peoples houses for dinner?" "of course" they lie because they dont "thought you mind find it boring"

"do you want to come for tea at mine?"

maybe they do find it boring. or maybe thats an easier sentiment to express, an easier idea to grapple with, than the fact that there are people who care about them enough to spend time with them when nothing particularly exciting is happening, spend time with them just doing human maintenance things, when they dont need them. because theyre not necessary when there is no danger. theyre not needed, just wanted. because theyre not loved by the people who love them for being The Doctor, theyre loved for being the doctor.

river voice: but thats not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?

and maybe it’s easier to say it’s boring, that they dont do that sort of thing, than to say they want to, but they dont know how, because it’s never quite right, because their big blue box breaks chairs in the living room, and whats missing from them is so much more evident when theyre surrounded by people who are connected, who have a place they belong and each other and a shared history

“have you got family?”

AWSOK: It's over, Doctor. It has been ever since we let a virus into the experiment. DOCTOR: What sort of virus? AWSOK: You.

so they just leave, because youve got your own good safe human life to lead, because they cant fathom the idea that you will miss them, because it hurts to try to make connections on top of the gaping craters of broken ones, because they cant quite fix themself to anything, because theyre out of place everywhere, because it hurts less to swoop in, save the day, be unknown but adored for a day, every day.

......i got carried away. sorry for being depressing in your inbox 😭

no no don't apologize, this is excellent!

so many people love and wait and miss the doctor and they don't get it! But then to contrast that with their mother, someone who is supposed to love you, and maybe even does in some weird twisted way, but never in a way that compares to the people the doctor finds themselves, is ugh. how do you do this. please keep making me sad with your videos

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latest Thing that won't leave my head

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My #1 post of 2022

fuck.

FUCK

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#yir #yeah this all sounds about right

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