#OH my fucking god. oh my fukign

[vociferans]

I LIED ABT THAT BEING THE LAST ONE

i just needed to put emphasis on this.

[tex-now]

OH MY GO. OH MY GID. OH MY FUCKING GOD. HOLY FUKIGN SHIT. JESUS CHRIST

I'm gonna die.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[iced-spiced]

basically every time we read poetry in english

“the raven”: mentions purple curtains english teachers: it means fucking ROYALTY... ohm y fuckingf...shit he’s so smart,,,its FORESHADOWING sdjfncwmahpohcnrwopcgnlgijsdvljnvio i can’t beLIEVE this guy,,,,,absolute fukign MAD LAD the guy in “the raven”: mmmmmmm,,,i want some fuckin,,,a m b r o s i a,,,,,,cuz i’m d e p r e s s e d english teachers, crying: and he added some oh my god i cannot believe this he added some fucking allusions to greek mythology in there !! shit you’ll never live up Edgar Allen Poe you little bastard writers he’s A GENIUS he’s AMAZING

the raven in “the raven”: almost definitely a symbol for depression or death

english teachers: we will NEVER KNOW,,,,what the raven ACTUALLY STOOD FOR,,,he’s so smart it could mean like,,,,,,death or like fuckin WAR???? OR WAIT OHM Y GOD IT COULD BE OH FUCK THE RAVEN COULD BE HIS FUCKING DEAD GIRLFRIEND OH MY GOD SLNVAEOPVARPOAEMORVANPUAEIWU I CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDNT SEE THIS BEFORE OH MY FUVKING asldhldsvbslvndllbvldalksdbvlbk YOU LITTLE SHITS CANNOT COMPREHEND THE LITERARY GENIUS BEHIND THIS FUCKING GUY IM LITERALLY CRYING RN

[gayspock]

dont rb, dont rply

s tu pit ass is still fuckn. out he re cryin and i till cant sleep i jsut. i just feel sick like im gonna thro wup still and everything is crawling and pksdpf. i jsut. i dotn know i odnt fukcign know m an i jsut. i dont knwo wht to fuking do about anyhting and i dont fuckgi . god i fuckign r eally wish i could fuckig throt tle myself prroperly because god fukign knws such a fucking sutpid fuckign waste of breath oh my g ooo ddd

[seven-homosexual-dinosaurs]

“So that concludes our meeting for today. Any questions?”

Techno looked up from his notes at the rest of the Syndicate, pushing his glasses further up on his face. His question was met with a lengthy silence. 

Phil coughed lightly, holding his hand over his mouth. “I think you sort of lost them mate,”

Techno looked around at the younger members. 

“Oh,”

Ranboo’s gaze was unfocused, blinks becoming longer and longer. His head was tilted forwards and his hands rested idly in his lap, tail swishing lazily behind him. Niki’s head rested in her arms, and Techno was 90% sure she was sleeping.

aw

Sleepy? Sleepy pog?

Stab them

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Sleepboo

Phil snickered at Techno’s dumbfounded expression, grabbing one of Niki’s leftover cookies from the center of the table. 

“Not everyone has your shitshow of a sleep schedule mate,”

Techno scoffed.

“Rude,”

Ignoring the piglin’s comment, Phil leant over the table and gently patted the side of Ranboo’s head, “Hey, you wanna wake up?”

Ranboo blinked blearly, letting out a sleepy “mrp?”. He leant into Phil’s touch, letting out a low purr.

CATBOO

did he??? purr????

my fukign heart i cant

awww

hes a literal cat what the fuck

Eeeeeeeee

Phil gently lifted Ranboo out of the seat, shifting to carry the sleeping hybrid bridal style. He let out a happy enderman chirrup, nuzzling his face into Phil’s shoulder. Phil chuckled affectionately, gently patting the hybrid’s head. Catching a glance at the look on Techno’s face, he scoffed and flipped him off.

“Fuck off,”

“What? I didn’t say anything!” Techno teased, “And I definitely didn’t point out the fact that you just adopted another child,”

Phil ignored him in favor of adjusting his sword on his belt.

“Could you grab Niki? I’m thinking we let the two sleep in the living room, it seems like a shame to wake them up now,”

“Sure,” Techno grunted. Slowly making his way to her side of the table, he contemplated on how to properly carry her. Eventually, he settled on wedging one arm behind her back and the other under her leg, sweeping her up so that he was carrying her bridal style. Niki murmured indistinguishably under her breath, shifting so that she was hiding her head in Techno’s shirt.

Phil made his way towards the entrance of the meeting room, pausing to look back over to Techno, who was stood still next to Niki’s seat.

“Techno? You good?”

Techno slowly turned to look at Phil, his face one of awe and shock.

“Holy shit, has she always been this small?”

Phil burst into laughter, leaning heavily on the wall as to not disturb the sleeping Ranboo whilst Techno floundered for words.

asdfghjkldhdjhdjshgkjhfasdkf;

breaking news: 8 foot tall pigman discovers someone smaller than him

Blood for the blood god

Don’t drop her!!!!

drop her

“Phil?” Techno questioned once more. Phil wheezed, struggling to hold Ranboo steadily through his laughter. Techno shifted awkwardly in place, occasionally glancing back down at the sleeping figure in his arms.

Eventually, Phil’s laughter quieted. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Phil grinned at the piglin.

“Yeah mate, she’s pretty small. It also doesn’t help that you’re a pretty big dude,”

Techno didn’t answer, gaping at the pinkette in his arms.

“She’s so small... I could.... like.... hold her entire body in my hand..... what the fuck....”

Phil broke off into laughter once more, only stopping once Ranboo let out a displeased grunt and squirmed in his arms.

“Sorry,” Phil whispered. Standing up straight, he gestured to the door with one of his wings. 

“Well, shall we?”

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Techno and Phil made their way through the frozen tundra, each careful of the precious cargo nestled in their arms. Snow pelted their faces, stinging their skin and soaking into Techno’s fur. Phil’s wings folded over Ranboo protectively, shielding him from the bitter chill of the artic tundra. 

Techno glanced down at the sleeping Niki in his arms, his brow creasing as he took note of her thin cloak, a feeble attempt at warding off the cold of the artic circle. Niki shivered in his arms, curling in one herself and somehow managing to make herself look even smaller in the process.

Shifting to hold her in one arm, Techno shrugged his caps off of his shoulders and transferred it onto his sleeping friend. Niki immediately snuggled into the warmth of the cloak, humming appreciatively.

AWWWWWW

technosoft

Ayo does that cape look mad comfy to anyone else?

technobro

Hugs for the hug god

They stayed like that for the rest of the trek, both Phil and Techno making a silent pack to never bring it up again. After all, they had reputations to uphold of course.

But when the time came, and Techno found himself placing Niki gently on the bed, spreading his cape out so that it covered both Niki and Ranboo, he found that he didn’t quite care for his reputation. Not when Ranboo purred and curled himself into a little ball, a mess of lanky limbs, and Niki hid her face in Steve’s fur with a happy sigh. Phil was making hot chocolate in the kitchen to recover from the blizzard raging outside the windows as the fireplace roared to life, it’s warmth spreading throughout the cabin quickly.

And Techno thought, maybe his reputation could take a few hits, if this was how it would be.

LOOK AT THIS SOFT PIG BOY

Eeeeeeee

Techno’s gone soooooft

I want violence

Then again, maybe not.

No thoughts only Techo holding a passed out Niki and thinking to himself: "holy shit she's so small"