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Hey there! I just wanted to pop on anon for the first time to tell you how amazing your writing is. I hope your doing well and hope you know we will support any direction you take your account :)! On a different note is it alright if I claim “🌱” anon? Thanks in advance!
Hi anon! I appreciate you all a lot 💕 I’m still not sure what direction I’ll be taking, whether I’ll be continuing this account or opening a new imagines account for my more relevant fixations, but I appreciate you all no matter what! Also feel free! I don’t believe I have that anon just yet :)
If I do open a new account you all will be the first to know 💕
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It’s been a long time since I’ve posted here both because of lack of motivation and my lack of hyperfixation making it difficult to write but I thought it would be wrong of me to not post something after the news of today. It’s all a bit jumbled sorry about that
I hope that Techno rests easy and he beats God’s ass to take over heaven. He was and is an inspiration and deserves to be remembered and celebrated no matter what. He was a huge reason I did what I loved and didn’t worry about what others thought.
Don’t feel guilty if you feel hurt or lost or full of grief. We lost an amazing person that impacted so many people. He’s so incredibly loved and always will be. Technoblade never dies as long as we remember him.
You are loved and you are cared for. You’re allowed to grieve and you’re allowed to not be sure how to react. Emotions are hard and grief is difficult. Make sure that you take care of yourself. I don’t think Techno would want otherwise
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Hey everyone! I’m so sorry again for such a lack of imagines! I love writing and I’m still motivated to write! It’s just I’ve been having difficulty with writing reader inserts! I would love to continue writing for you all but because of that difficulty it’s hard to put work out. I may put it to a pull but I have a proposition for you all;
I’m thinking of beginning to take general prompts! (Meaning something closer to typical fics!)
I know reader inserts is what drew you all to this account but I hate the thought of it sitting inactive because I can’t get into the roll of writing those types of works. So, if y’all are interested, I may put out a poll or just straight up add that to my reservoir for writing! I just want to be able to put out work you guys can enjoy!
Thank you all for your continued support and patience!
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Oh boy guys I hope you all know my fixation on the SMP is back and I’m more than ready to write again. This is gonna be fun
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Presence
Pairings: c!Ranboo and gn!Reader, c!Tubbo and gn!Reader
Warnings: Argument (Mentioned)
Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write something with Ranboo (platonic ofc) where the reader (They/Them pronouns if possible) is part of the platonic marriage and Tubbo misunderstands a situation (possibly a small argument with the reader) and storms out. The reader gets super upset about it and Ranboo eventually comes home and finds them a total wreck. Just lots of fluff. I've been having a hard time recently and I just really need some hurt comfort in my life lol. Also don't feel pressured to write this, do whatever makes you feel most comfortable! Thank you so much and I hope you have a great day/ night! <3
A/N: Oh my god it's been a s e c o n d. But we're finally back! Hopefully, I'll be back to being a bit more frequent but it's been difficult with the lack of lore and copious amounts of other fixations but! We're back!
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Things were simple in your relationship with Ranboo and Tubbo. They were nice.
Though your bond with both hasn’t grown to the romantic relationship they now held, you didn’t doubt for a second that you were still an equal part of the dynamic, that you were just as loved.
Why was it that an argument and a slammed door as Tubbo left your home made you question your place?
He had left you standing frozen in the living room, your shoulders tense as your throat and eyes burned with unshed tears. You had hoped, waited for him to come back, silent guilt on his face and a quiet apology exchanged between both of you. But when a minute passed, and then five, and then ten and there was still no sign of Tubbo’s return, you found yourself crumbling to the ground as a broken sob fell from your lips.
You couldn’t be sure just how long you had been on the floor for but by the time you had heard the front door open, you had fallen slack, your head resting on your folded arms against your knees, a dull ache spreading from your temples to your upper neck. You didn’t tense as the door clicked closed with a gentle call of “hey, I’m home”. It was Ranboo.
A concerned noise fell from his lips, you assumed he finally caught sight of your form against the couch. “Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft as he quickly put down the bag over his shoulder and rushed over, dropping to kneel in front of you. “Y/N, what happened?”
He was met with silence at first, but you couldn’t tell if it was because you couldn’t find your voice or couldn’t find the words to say. That seemed to heighten his panic, large hands reaching out to tilt your head up, ignoring the sting that spread across his palms as skin met still wet cheeks. “Y/N?”
When your eyes were forced to meet his, a tightness spread through your chest at the worry clear on his face. With a shaky sigh, you finally found your voice. “Tubbo and I got into a fight and I- I don’t know.” Your voice wavered as the image of him slamming the door replayed in your mind. “I got- I got spooked? I don’t know, he’s never been that pissed at me before and he’s never stormed out like that without coming back and-” You struggled to catch your breath as tears began to gather again, your eyes burning as you tried to keep them from falling. “I don’t know what to do.”
Ranboo hadn’t tried to stop your rambling, being all too familiar with the need to just let your mind run its course. When you finally fell silent apart from shaky breaths, he slowly pulled you into his arms, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder and thin fingers tangled into your hair. “You don’t have to do anything,” he responded, giving a shake of his head. “I- I know that it feels like you do but it’s- It’s not really your job to. Tubbo will come back later when he’s blown off some steam and then we can talk about whatever the hell happened, okay?” You gave a silent nod, your arms encircling his waist as you sunk into his warm embrace.
An easy silence settled between the two of you as you sat on the floor, scarred fingers combing through unkempt hair and smaller hands curling and uncurling in the soft fabric of his shirt.
Ranboo was not good with words but that was okay. It was okay because you could find comfort in his presence. You found home and calmness in his presence.
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Hope you’re doing well Kris! Haven’t sent an ask in a lil bit, apologies for that 😩 -🌌
I’m doing great! I hope you’re doing well, too 💕 and don’t worry about it! I’m just now finally getting into the writing groove again so there’s no pressure to try and send in ideas!
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Hey everyone! Long time no see! I hope you’re all doing well!
I know it’s been a second since I last wrote but! New members and recent events means new lore and motivation! I plan on clearing out the inbox to have a fresh start and take in new ideas! If you’ve sent in a request you haven’t seen get done, feel free to send it in again!
With new members on the smp comes possibly new people to write for. As boundaries and feelings about writing come out from Tina and Eryn, I’ll add them to the list! Currently Boomer will be added to the list for platonic requests!
I’m super excited about this new step forward and I look forward to writing again!
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hi kris, it's been a while. I have no idea when your last post was, I'm pretty sure tumblr has stopped sending me notifications for your posts but I hope you are doing well. Stay safe and take care of yourself <3 - 🌼 anon :)
It has been a while!! I've honestly been super busy and it's been a bit difficult to find motivation to write creatively recently (the cursed writer's block has hit me) but I'm doing well otherwise! It's been a time trying to get back to writing but I'm trying hard!
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Hey everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been so absent! School has been kicking my ass more than I expected it to so it’s been a little rough. But good news! This session will be ending in a few weeks and I’ll have a few day break! I’m hoping to use that time to get back into the swing of writing for you guys! Thank you for your patience!
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Hey, I know I sometimes make some really complicated story ideas. If you don’t want to write them or think their overly complicated, lease let me know. Sometimes I add too much detail in my ideas and I feel like it might overwhelm people who don’t have the same scatter brain as me or are more sane than me. 😅 Feel free to add or subtract from my story ideas.
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You’re so good, don’t worry! My motivation/inspiration has been a bit on and off so it’s been a little rough to write but don’t you worry!
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WE’VE GOT LORE! THIS IS A GOOD DAY FOR THE WRITING COMMUNITY
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Oh god I've noticed a lot of x reader blogs I've been following have just randomly deactivated and for some reason tumblr won't send me notifications for your blog so I thought you deactivated for like an hour and I just got sad, then I found your blog again so that's all good.
I’m definitely still here!! I’ve been a bit slow but I’m glad you were able to find me again!
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AHHHH THE FACT THAT HIM PULLING HIS AXE AWAY FROM THEM WOULDVE CUT Y/N EVEN DEEPER. AHHHHSJZHSJDJ I DID THIS TO MYSELF I K N O W BUT 👑
YOU DID DO IT TO YOURSELF BUT ITS OKAY
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Scourching
Pairings: c!Quackity x gn!Reader, c!Karlnapity x gn!Reader
Warnings: Violence, cursing
Request: 👑 anon asked "Karlnapity x y/n fight, but y/n is alone with quackity, sobbing and begging him to come back and quackity just puts his axe under their throat and says something like "I would much rather ___ (horrible threat to either himself or you here)... you betrayed me y/n. I want nothing to do with you""
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It felt like your world was shattering around you, broken into so many pieces you couldn’t fix it perfectly. You could try, and try you did.
It wasn’t hard to see the rift that had formed between Karl, Sapnap, and yourself and Quackity. You wish you knew why it formed but you couldn’t think of a reason. One day you were all happy, bright smiles and warm embraces and rings set on your fingers to be a placeholder for a future promise. The next, Karl was forgetting and Sapnap was hurting and Quackity was nowhere to be found.
You didn’t know where your fourth had disappeared to until a passing conversation with Foolish. Most of the conversation left you. All you could remember was a mention of “Las Nevadas” and “Quackity”. You had quickly cut the conversation short, offering an apology to the totem before rushing off to pack your bag for the walk out to the other side of the SMP.
You didn’t say anything about this to Karl and Sapnap. Maybe you should have but all that was on your mind was seeing Quackity again and bringing him home.
The long walk seemed shorter than it really was. Maybe it was the nerves or the anxiety or the hope that things would go well. You would never really be able to pinpoint why exactly.
You didn’t stop until you were met with the sight of Las Nevadas, a sharp exhale falling from your lips. The city, the nation, was huge. It only made your anxiety skyrocket. Had you really been away from Q for so long that he managed to do all of this? No. No, you couldn’t let your nerves get the best of you now. You shook out your arms and hands, forcing yourself further into the nation, hoping to find some kind of sign of your partner.
“Quackity?” You called out, your grip on your bag tight as you walked alongside the large fountain that sat in the center of the road. “Q? Are you here?” Your eyes flickered around the area, ignoring anything that wasn’t a sign of him.
“Why are you here, Y/N?”
You quickly turned, your heart pounding as you took in the sound of his voice. He was alive. He was here. When your gaze landed on Quackity, tears immediately gathered, relief beyond words washing over you.
“I’m- I’m here for you,” you told him, your voice shaky. “We didn’t know where you went. We didn’t know what happened. I was so fucking worried something happened to you.” You choked back a cry as you took a step towards him. You were never really sure how you missed the hardened look on his face. The hurt and betrayal he must’ve felt at your words. “But I finally got a lead and I came here as soon as I could and fuck, I wish I was here sooner.”
“Then why weren’t you?” His question caused you to freeze.
“What?”
“Why weren’t you here sooner? It wasn’t like you couldn’t ask around. Like I was hiding from you,” he replied, his eyebrows drawn together and his voice monotone. “I’ve been here the whole fucking time, Y/N. You could’ve looked for me sooner.”
“I- I wanted to, angel, I did. But there’s been so much going on with Karl and Sap and I’m only one person,” you tried to explain. You knew it sounded pathetic, you did. But you were one person trying to help too many people. You could only do so much. “But I’m here now and I found you.” You continued your walk to him, unshed tears finally falling as your voice grew thick and your throat tightened. “I don’t want to pull you from this, I don’t. But- But please. Come home, Quackity. There’s been such an empty space without you and I can’t-”
An axe blade to your throat cut off your words, panic rushing through your body. You stilled, your eyes wide and hands shaking.
“Q-Quackity, please-”
“No. Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, his gaze burning through your skull. “Do you really think you can come looking for me after months and expect some sappy words are going to make me want to “come home”? That’s not how this shit works, Y/N. You don’t get to look for me and try to bring me back when it’s convenient. Not when I’ve been hurting and alone for months.” Though the axe didn’t do more than apply pressure, you didn’t dare speak. “I would rather lock myself in that goddamn vault with Dream and let him kill and revive me over and over and over again than go back with you. You betrayed me. You’re not walking back into my life now.”
Silence fell over the two of you which was quickly broken by a hiccuped sob from you as you slowly raised a hand to grip onto his axe, ignoring the way the blade cut into your palm. Quackity’s eyes flickered across your face before falling on your now bleeding hand.
“Leave, Y/N. Go.”
You didn’t hesitate to stumble back as he withdrew his axe, not sparing him another glance as you rushed off out of the country.
You missed the way his face fell and he had to force himself from crumbling to the ground as your form retreated.
As you rushed back home, the ring that sat on a chain around your neck began to feel like burning lead, a scorching reminder of what just broke. What you let fall apart.
That was always your luck, wasn’t it?
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Sounds of joy fill the air, but permission to request some minor Tommy angst -👑
Permission granted! I’m always down for some angst
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Kiddo
Pairing: c!Tommy and gn!Reader, c!Tommy and Shroud
Warnings: Mild cursing
Summary: When Shroud falls sick late at night, Tommy can only think of one person to turn to.
A/N: This one was a bit of a brainstorm with 👑 anon and I! I loved writing this with my whole heart. Also, I'm hoping to be writing more often, for real this time!
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Tommy had no idea what he was doing. If he was entirely honest he was prone to impulse but this was probably the top on his list.
It wasn’t something that he regretted and he knew that he never would regret it. He loved Shroud more than anything and he knew he could be a parent. Despite his young age, he knew how to take care of others. He had just underestimated how much work it took.
Things had been smooth for the most part as Shroud found their way into his family and they found a steady routine. Nothing was wrong. Until Tommy found Shroud knocking on his door in the middle of the night with a stuffy nose and tears in their eyes.
Now Tommy knew how to help people when they were sick but his knowledge only went as far as to what medication and food to give them. How did parents properly help their sick kids? In a fit of panic, he helped his child get their jacket on before scooping them into his arms and leaving their shared home.
The walk was quiet other than gentle words of comfort from the blond. Though he didn’t say where they were going, he knew exactly where to go.
Tommy didn’t stop until the two reached another small but comfortable home nestled not far from the remains of L’manberg. With a deep breath, he adjusted his hold on his child and knocked on the door.
When it swung open, he was met with your pajama-clad form, a tired look in your eyes. It was then when he realized just how late it was. How late he was intruding. He ignored the embarrassed flush that spread his face as your expression shifted from tired to worried.
“Toms? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You questioned. Despite your urgency, you kept your voice low to avoid walking your daughter in the next room over.
“Shit, yeah, I’m sorry. I’m okay it’s just-” He took a moment to calm himself before continuing. “Shroud is sick and I- I don’t know how to help them.”
You visibly relaxed at his words. This was something that you could help with. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Your voice was gentle as you ushered him in and to the couch. “Damon gets sick all the time. I know what to do by second nature.” Your voice faded as you walked into the bathrooms gathering medicine and a damp cloth, along with a glass of water. When you returned, you couldn’t help a brief smile at the sight of the teen sitting on the couch with Shroud on his lap. “Do they have a fever?”
Tommy quickly looked at you as you sat down beside him, shaking his head. “No, but their nose is all stuffy ‘n shit and they’ve been a little hot and they said their head hurts.” As he lifted off what they had told him, you nodded along, handing the rag to Tommy. Once he took it and held it to their forehead, you handed the bottle of medicine to him.
“Have them take this three times a day, okay? When they wake up, lunch, and before bed,” you instructed. “Sound good?”
He let out a short breath and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’ve got it. Thank you,” he sighed. “That was simple. I’m sorry I bothered you I just- I didn’t know what to do. I haven’t had to parent like this yet.”
“It’s okay, really,” you replied, grabbing the cup of water from the table and gently guiding Shroud to take the medicine. “I know this type of thing is stressful. Don’t apologize for getting help with anything. I told you this already. I’m going to be here for you.”
Silence fell as Tommy readjusted his child in his hold and held them close to his chest. Their exhaust and the gentle beating of his heart led the child into a more peaceful sleep. The silence was broken by you.
“I know you didn’t have a good parental figure, not for a while.” Your words pulled his attention. “I’m more than happy to help, whether it’s for you or Shroud. I’ll be here, Tommy. You mean the world to me. You’re our family.” You raised your hand to cup his cheek. “You understand, kiddo?”
Instead of a nod, you received a tight, one-armed hug from the blond. When he finally spoke, his voice was straining with tears and more appreciation than he could express.
“I understand.”
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I’m back again! How’s drinking water and taking care of yourself going? I’m hoping good because it is important! You are a pretty cool person and I hope you have a wonderful day! Stay safe out there :D - 🍀
Hi anon!! It’s been super good! I’ve been enjoying a late lunch/early dinner while watching MCC so it’s very much a self care day! You have a great day too!!
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