#and also tommy is so hard to really nail down for some reason

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MCYT as D&D Characters 5 - Philza

Part 5 of me turning MCYTs into playable D&D characters! Today, as you might’ve guessed, I’m taking a crack at the man, the myth, the legend, Philza Minecraft. And, of course, before we begin, the ground rules.

This will not be balanced and the builds may not be very good. This isn’t for the minmaxers (not that there's anything wrong with that), this is purely based on either stories these people have participated in or their overall persona on the internet

These characters will go up to level 20, but in no way do you have to play them to the max level to get all the mechanics that make up the character

There will be no homebrew in this build.

I will be using standard array for all of these characters (15, 14, 13, 12, 10, 8) when determining the stats for these characters for my own ease of use.

Character Traits to Emulate:

Bird

Angel of Death

Old as hell

Anarchist

THE father figure

Race, Class, Background and Stats

Race: Protector Aasimar (There was a lot of debate on what race Phil would be, if he would be a full bird or more human, but I decided on Aasimar purely for the connection to celestials/gods in D&D canon. Plus, they live longer than the bird races and have some fun features!)

Ability Score Improvement: +2 to Charisma, +1 to Wisdom

Darkvision: You can see in the dark! Sick

Celestial Radiance: You’re resistant to necrotic and radiant damage

Healing Hands: You can heal people a number of hit points equal to your level once per long rest. Maybe use it on a particular pig to make sure he can keep standing…

Radiant Soul: Once per long rest, for a minute you gain the power of flight (a fly speed equal to your walking speed) and deal extra radiant damage on attacks.

Background: Far Traveler (I think this one fits the best with Phil and his connection to his hardcore world, where he’s generally implied to be from.)

Proficiencies: Insight, Perception, a musical instrument or game of your choice (let’s choose lute) and a language of your choice

Class: Ranger 11, Cleric 9 (This one may need some explanation, but the features Rangers get are just about getting knowledge about creatures quickly and fucking people up, which is a very Philza vibe. Cleric is for his connection to Mumza)

Stats

Strength: 10

Dexterity: 14

Constitution: 12

Intelligence: 13 

Wisdom: 15 + 1 = 16

Charisma: 8 + 2 = 10

The stat distribution is also somewhat self-explanatory, Phil isn’t really lacking in any stat but he’s definitely not the most charismatic and as a bird man, probably not the strongest. Not to worry, he definitely uses finesse weapons rather than heavy longbows.

Level 1: Ranger

Favored Enemy: You’re really good at tracking and know quite a bit about certain enemies. I’m not sure what Phil’s would be, maybe undead or something like that.

Deft Explorer: This is a more general replacement for the normal level 1 ability Natural Explorer. Natural Explorer makes you specialize in different areas but I think the more general expertise that comes with Deft Explorer makes more sense.

Expertise in one ability of your choice

Two more languages of your choice

Level 2: Ranger

Fighting Style: Dueling

You get a +2 to damage rolls with a weapon if you’re only holding that weapon

Spellcasting: You get some cool spells! Like Hunter’s Mark! To kill things better!

Level 3: Ranger

Primeval Awareness: You can expend a spell slot to become aware of the kind of creatures around you like abjurations, fiends, fey, undead, etc.

Sssssssssssssssssssssubclass time! The subclass being…

Monster Slayer! Fuck yeah, this subclass is exclusively about learning the weaknesses of your enemies and fucking shit up. It’s just better Hunter, I will not be taking criticism.

Hunter’s Sense: As an action, you can choose an enemy within 60ft of you and learn any immunities, resistances and vulnerabilities as long as they aren’t immune to divination. You can do this a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus

Slayer’s Prey: As a bonus action, you can designate a creature within 60ft to be your victim. The first time each turn you hit the creature, you deal an extra 1d6 damage

Level 4: Ranger

ASI Time baby!

Level 5: Ranger

Extra Attack! Not much, but hey, you can hit shit more often

Level 6: Cleric

Time to finally go into those Cleric levels! Clerics are pretty fun, especially since they get their subclass at level one. That subclass, of course, being…

Death Domain!! There was a bit of debate between this and Grave Cleric, especially with how the two synergize with other members of SBI (especially a certain pig), but I chose Death Domain because it really is just a Cleric class for people who want to fuck shit up. Also, Death, Mumza, pretty obvious.

Bonus Proficiency: You get proficiency in martial weapons. Unnecessary, since Rangers already have proficiency in martial weapons, but I’m mentioning it just so I’m not skipping any features

At first level, you learn a necromancy spell from any spell list. And, when you cast a necromancy spell that targets one creature, you can target two within range and within five feet of each other

Level 7: Cleric

Channel Divinity! This is one of Clerics more fun features, and there are two options open to you. You can do this once per long or short rest.

Turn Undead! As an action, any undead within 30ft of you must make a Wisdom saving throw. If it fails, it must take it’s entire action to either run away or, if it cannot run away, take the dodge action

Touch of Death. This is something exclusive to Death Domain Clerics, and it's pretty fun. Whenever you make a melee attack, you can add necrotic damage equal to 5 + double your Cleric level

Level 8: Cleric

ASI Time! This time we’re adding a +2 to his Wisdom, bringing it to 18

Level 9: Cleric

Nothing special here but you have more spells!

Level 10: Ranger

Back to ranger baby! Rangers are so cool, they are my favorite class and if I can put my favorite CCs in the ranger class, I will

Deft Explorer Improvement: Walking speed increases by 5 (that’s 45ft for those of you keeping track) and you have a climbing and swimming speed equal to your walking speed! That’s also a 45ft fly speed, so good luck to anyone trying to escape you.

Level 11: Ranger

Supernatural Defense: Whenever an enemy makes you make a saving throw or escape a grapple, add a 1d6 to the roll. Helpful, especially with the grapple. You have a +0 to Strength, you’re not escaping anything

Level 12: Cleric

Destroy Undead: Basically an improvement to Turn Undead, if the undead you’re targeting is under a certain challenge rating, they’re instantly destroyed

ASI Time! We’re going to be adding another +2 to Wisdom, bringing it to 20

Level 13: Cleric

Inescapable Destruction: Necrotic damage dealt by Cleric spells/abilities ignore resistance to necrotic damage

Level 14: Ranger

Land’s Stride: Moving through non-magical difficult terrain costs you no extra movement, as well as being able to move through non-magical plants without taking any damage from hazards. You also have advantage on magical plant spells meant to impede movement

Level 15: Ranger

Nothing special here, but you get more ranger spells!

Level 16: Cleric

ASI Time! Now, we’re taking another feat, and it’s going to be Observant! With the observant feat, you gain a +1 to Wisdom, can read lips as well as a +5 to passive perception and investigation. And if Phil is one thing, it’s perceptive. Seriously, he could tell his eggs were being played by different admins on the QSMP insanely quickly, this fits so well.

Level 17: Cleric

Divine Strike: Your weapon attacks are infused with necrotic energy. 1d8 until 14th level, so effectively 2d8. Pretty sweet, and it fits perfectly, thematically speaking!

Level 18: Cleric

Nothing special here, unfortunately

Level 19: Ranger

Nature’s Veil: Briefly, you can turn invisible until your next turn a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus and regain all expended uses with a long or short rest. Kinda redundant with invisibility, but hey, could also free up spell slots

ASI Time! We’re going for Shadow Touched. You can add a +1 to Charisma, Intelligence or Wisdom, obviously we’re going for Wisdom. You also learn invisibility and another 1st level illusion or necromancy spell, and there are some fun ones out there. Seriously, do not discount 1st level spells, some of those things are broken. Also, I think it’s fun that both Phil and Wilbur have this feat, since they’re both touched by death. Also, Phil now has a 22 in Wisdom, so a +6. Fucking christ.

Level 20: Ranger

Magic User’s Nemesis: If an enemy is casting a spell within 60ft of you, you can effectively counterspell them by making them make a Wisdom saving throw against your spell save DC. You can only use this once per short or long rest, but it’s pretty nice to be able to counterspell if your allies can’t!

And that's pretty much it! I hope you enjoyed reading and let me know any requests for future mcyts, I accept requests for pretty much everyone

[ellielatinagf]

Ellie Williams hc <3

I’m a new author. Might not update much but I will when I can! Sfw. Not proofread.Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Ellie would definitely be an iPad kid. She would also get mad when you interrupt her while she’s eating ramen and on part 36 of the Lorax movie on tik tok

She prefers silver jewlary over gold. She might have her ears pierced and put small earrings in them. Definitely has some simple black metal rings

The girl can skate. Not saying she’s the best but she can do some simple cruising. But she tried to do tricks to impress you and ends up with bruises and cuts

Cannot talk to women for the life of her. When you met Ellie you complimented her outfit. She got nervous and wanted to compliment you back but damn you were hot. She ended saying “oh thanks nice elbows!” The poor girl never lived that down

Is a Fortnite god. But one time she was so hyped for the game that when she died at 2nd place she flopped on the couch so hard she broke a couch leg. Jesse was laughing so hard you could hear him through the headset

When she was little she used to put on a hoodie and her hair on her forehead and used to pretend she was a boy. She would take pictures of herself on her little iPhone6. You somehow got the pictures and laugh at them every now and then

Ellie actually keeps her nails neat and clean. She’ll clean then and file them so they’re not too long. She’ll even put on a coat of clear nail hardener. And for some reason it’s actually really hot

Has drafts on tik tok of her trying to do the “one line” challenges and a bunch of other tik tok Games. However she also has some drafts of guitar playing and a couple thirst traps here and there

She’s your personal chauffeur and will call you her passenger princess. She will blast your shared playlist and have one hand on the wheel and the other in your hand. She likes to mess with people so at a red light she will look at the car next to her and go 🤨✌️

Your saved as “babe💋” on her phone and your contact photo is a cute picture of you in front of a statue or piece of art from a museum. Meanwhile her contact name is “smelly ellie” with a silly picture of her tripping or making a funny face

*Smelly Ellie calling*

You: Hey Smellie

Ellie: STAWP🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

As of her occupation, she might actually be a co owner of a guitar shop that Joel bought. Either that or she might work as a mechanic in Tommy’s shop

She follows NASA on Instagram and liked every picture they post of a new image of a star or planet. She’d also send it to you and spit fun facts about it

Her favorite character on SpongeBob is Patrick. She thinks he’s so underrated and a comedic masterpiece. She watches every episode of the new spinoff “The Patrick Show”

The girl has the weirdest conspiracy theories that sound so weird but she makes them make sense. Like you’ll both be out at a restaurant eating and she’ll start telling you how she thinks the world will end

I don’t know about this one but I think she’d also be interested in the ocean. Marine life is just as cool to her and loves aquarium dates (when she’s not hunting down Abby)

When someone says something dumb on Instagram or Tik tok comments she’ll report them and then forget about it. Then when they reply two weeks later saying the user didn’t violate guidelines she’ll get mad again

I feel like no one talks about high school Ellie enough!! The girl played sports like maybe lacrosse and basketball. Joel was in the stands with her uncle Tommy cheering her on and you were with Dina holding a poster and had made a jersey with her name and number on the back. She was a little embarrassed but loved it

She and Jesse tried to convince Dina to let JJ enter a toddler race for a cash prize of 100 dollars

Sorry if this is so bad omg I’m just starting out but thanks for reading!!! This was fun I’ll definitely do more! Don’t be shy drop some recs!

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[scheodingers-muppet]

reputation (stranger things version) let’s go

…Ready For It? - jancy. the whole “i’ve known i wanted you since we first met” kinda vibe really fits them i think. “some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though. younger than my ex’s but he acts like such a man” sorry steve. “knew i was a robber first time that he saw me. stealing hearts and running off” nancy is really the only character we see *multiple* people crushing on. steve and jonathan, of course, but also dustin, fred, arguably robin.

End Game - steddie. “you and me, we got big reputations” king steve and the freak, two sides of some big reputations. “i got some big enemies” being hated by the school and town and the literal upside down. “in rumors, i’m knee deep” “i’ve made mistakes…but something was born on the forth of july” steve’s huge character arch we see in season 3, over the summer.

I Did Something Bad - nancy. shes realms the only one i can see for this one. the confidence and bad-ass of it really only fits her

Don’t Blame Me - steve. why? because i said so. i fully believe he loves VERY deeply. why? because. i said so.

Delicate - steddie, from eddie’s pov. “my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me” literal manhunt for him and steve’s making googoo eyes at him. “dark jeans and your nikes” is so steve coded. “i know that it’s delicate” not only is eddie wanted for murder, but also, steve’s reputation would be very delicate; even been friends with eddie could make him a target

Look What You Made Me Do: el. “the role you made me play of the fool” and being used in vecna’s plan. “i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time” “i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me” her trust has ben broken so many times and shes had to fight tooth and nail for the trust in her now “the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh, because she’s dead” paralleled to el coming back at the end of season 2 completely changed

So It Goes… - jancy, from nancy’s pov. “we breakdown a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple” “you know i’m not a bad girl but, i’ll do bad things with you”

Gorgeous: ronance, from nancy’s pov. “i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us.” “you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.” and “i’m furious at you for making me feel this way” with how nancy didn’t like her at first. “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine” tldr; nancy’s gay awakening is robin

Getaway Car: jancy. “i wanted to leave him. i needed a reason” and “he poisoned the well, i was lying to myself” about steve. “we were flying but we never got far” and “think about the place where you first met me” with the relationship starting to crumble. “we were jet set bonnie and clyde until i switched to the other side” i like to imagine this as her going to robin but that’s just me.

King Of My Heart: steddieeeeee. okay listen. i love when fics make references to king steve and steve likes the name. i adore royal imagery with them. “we rule the kingdom inside my room” “king of my heart, body and soul” i LOVEEE eddie calling him king steve again, but as like, “you’re the king of my heart” “you’re love is a secret im hoping, dreaming to keep”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: byler. “i loved you in secret…how were you to know?” “deep blue but you painted me golden” when blue meets yellow in the west. “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” i think mike might be starting to realize his feelings for will while he’s gone, loving him even though he’s scared the distance will hurt them. “dancing like it was the first time”

Dress: ronance. why? idk it just fits. nancy and robin get close, become friends and nancy realizes her feelings for her. i can also see elmax if you remove the sexual elements of the song.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: steve to tommy and carol. “it was so nice throwing big parties” “it was so nice being friends again…but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand” tommy leaving him for billy. i just need to see steve lose his shit, honestly.

Call It What You Want: steddie. idk what you want from me, its so steve talking about eddie before they’re official. “my castle crumbled over night…they took the crown but it’s alright” losing “king” title. “nobody’s heard from me in months” falling down the social rankings and living a more “quiet” life (ie no parties and such) “my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene” both eddie looking down on social hierarchy and also eddie perched on his chair during campaigns, being literally above the whole scene. “all the jokers dressing up as kings” billy taking his role. “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” steve maybe talking to eddie about how he can “pay him back” for saving his life or something cute like that.

New Year’s Day: stobin. this song has always kinda been platonic to me. but it’s so them. the devotion of always being there, no matter what or why. “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere” I MEANNNNN

[haywire-hetfield]

Could you do a Nikki and Tommy omegaverse fic where they get pregnant and Tommy is super ecstatic about it? Smut is fine if you want to add it, I just really want some domestic fluff too. :) Totally fine if you don't want to fill this for whatever reason! /gen

Really love your writing

Thank you so much! And totally, hope you enjoy it

It's The Best Thing That I'll Ever Do (I Get To Love You)

Warnings: Omegaverse (obviously), alpha Tommy, omega Nikki, bottom Nikki, top Tommy, vaginal sex, knotting, unplanned pregnancy, mutual masturbation

Words: 3,249

The moment was beautiful. Outside the bedroom window, the sun was just about to set and painting the sky in color. There was a deep-hued bounty of purple, red, orange, yellow, and some colors that appeared to be a lovely mixture of those. The soft bed in the room was positioned right in front of a large window, the curtains pulled to the side to let the sunlight in. 

Nikki was spread out on the bed, laying face down on his hands and knees. Sunlight hit his body in gentle rays, basking his skin in a warm golden glow. It also made his hair look impossibly prettier, highlighting the parts of his hair that were more dark brown than they were black and making all of the strands shine. 

It hit Tommy suddenly that all of this was for him. Only he got to see Nikki like this these days. Every inch of his skin, every noise he made, every mole and blemish on his skin. All of this was reserved just for Tommy now. 

Fucking into his boyfriend a bit harder, he was overcome with waves of sentimentality. It encouraged him to lean down closer to Nikki’s back, closing the gaps between their skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He kept his pace up, hands still holding onto Nikki’s hips as he pounded into him rhythmically. This moment could never end and he’d be happy about it, happy to be locked here forever like a little beetle encased in resin and amber.

“I love you,” Tommy whispered against Nikki’s skin, voice soft and close to his ear. The moment had gotten away from him and turned tender in the blink of an eye. “I love you so much,” He reiterated, pressing another kiss to his neck. It was right over where their mating mark would be, where it should be. 

“I love you too, baby. Are you getting close?” Nikki replied and Tommy nodded as much as he could. He was so close, his knot already a bit swollen. 

“Yeah,” Tommy let out an airy laugh, readjusting his hands on Nikki so he had a better grasp on him. His fingers were soft on him, just stroking and cradling his body. Other times, he would hold Nikki hard enough to bruise and dig his nails in deep enough to leave marks. Not today, though. “I’m going to fill you up,” He promised and Nikki moaned at those words, pressing his face into the downy pillows. 

He knew Nikki was probably grateful they were almost done. He’d been worked through at least three separate orgasms by now and had started complaining he was becoming sensitive a while ago. He had told Tommy to keep going, although he’d offered to stop if it was hurting Nikki. Now, he was almost at the edge and very happy Nikki had let him continue. 

Tommy groaned when he pushed in a final time, his knot swelling enough now that he couldn’t pull himself back out without hurting Nikki. He didn’t try either, just shoved his hips as snugly to Nikki’s body as he could. His eyes closed as he came, coming deep inside and filling Nikki up just like he’d promised. 

“You did perfect,” Tommy praised as soon as his brain was working again, shifting their position over so they were cuddling instead. His arms wrapped around Nikki’s waist fully, spooning up close behind him. “Are you feeling okay, baby?” He asked, stroking sweaty hair away from Nikki’s face and throat. 

“Feel great,” Nikki murmured back, sounding exhausted and Tommy couldn’t blame him. The day had been long and the exertion had clearly taken its toll on Nikki. Tommy pressed a kiss to the back of Nikki’s neck, kissing hair more than skin. As expected, Nikki’s breathing evened out a few minutes later and Tommy smiled, staying as still as he could to avoid disturbing his partner.

***

Tommy wasn’t sure what was going on when Nikki had called him into the bathroom. He’d been in the middle of messing around on the drums when Nikki had yelled downstairs at him. It had been a miracle he’d even heard him, but Nikki could be shockingly loud when he wanted to be. 

At first, he’d worried something was wrong. Maybe Nikki had gotten hurt, but that didn’t make too much sense. Tommy was more curious than anything as he finally made his way into the bathroom. He didn’t have to wonder for very long before Nikki was shoving a pink, plastic stick. 

“What is this?” Tommy asked, taking it from him. He furrowed his eyebrows at Nikki, still confused about what was going on. 

“It’s a pregnancy test,” Nikki told him flatly and the confusion got worse before it alleviated. Oh, shit. He looked down at the test, reading the neat writing that was sketched into it. The words pregnant and not pregnant were on one side of the stick, instructing him on what the lines meant. Two lines were present on the stick and it told him that meant Nikki was pregnant. 

“There’s two lines. Two lines means pregnant,” Tommy said, feeling a bit stupid as soon as he’d said it. Of course, Nikki knew that, but the thought wasn’t processing in his own head. “Holy shit, it means pregnant. You’re pregnant?” Nikki nodded his head, expression unreadable. “Holy shit! How do you feel? This is a good thing, right?” He was trying to gauge whether he’d be a bad partner if he celebrated this now. 

“Yeah,” Nikki said quietly and Tommy worried. Maybe Nikki wasn’t happy about this, maybe he viewed it as a mistake they needed to fix. He’d support Nikki no matter what he chose, but he was happy about it. “Yeah, baby. Of course, it’s a good thing. It’s just a lot,” Nikki reassured and Tommy nodded. 

“It is a lot,” Tommy acknowledged and held out the arm that wasn’t holding the test. Nikki immediately pressed close to Tommy’s side, hugging him tightly around the middle. “We’ll figure it out, though. Whatever you wanna do about it, you know I’ll back you up. No matter what,” Tommy promised him, kissing his forehead. “I do wanna keep it,” Nikki told him after considering things for a bit. Tommy didn’t know how long he’d known before now, but it was clear Nikki had struggled to decide what he wanted to do. Of course, Tommy would back his partner up under any circumstance, but he was happy Nikki wanted to keep the baby too. And if his opinion changed, Tommy would be right there with him.

***

Tommy wasn’t really paying attention to what was playing on the television. Honestly, he couldn’t even name what they were supposed to be watching. He was too caught up in his omega, holding him close and petting his skin gently. Tommy was sitting against the headboard with Nikki between his thighs, their chest and back resting against one another. 

Tommy’s hand was pressed beneath the hem of Nikki’s shirt, rubbing over his still mostly flat stomach. Things had changed so much lately and as terrifying as it was, it was also exciting and he couldn’t wait for this new chapter of their lives. He was getting to the place where he’d always wanted to be. He had a nice omega who he loved, he got to play music for a living, they had a beautiful house, they were going to have a pup. 

“You’re not going to feel anything yet,” Nikki laughed, breaking Tommy out of his thoughts. Tommy grinned even wider at that comment, shaking his head. Realistically, he knew he wouldn’t, but his hands had practically been glued to Nikki ever since they’d looked at that test together. 

“I get to feel you,” Tommy retorted and even he knew how cheesy it sounded. It made Nikki laugh, reaching down to hold onto Tommy’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And one day, I’m gonna get to feel our baby. Then we’re gonna get to hold her,” Tommy hummed, teasing Nikki further. 

“You’re such an idiot,” Nikki told him in a matter of fact tone that made Tommy want to cover his face in kisses. He also wanted to remind Nikki that he was his idiot and he loved him. “You’re gonna hold her, huh? What if it’s a boy?” Nikki added on.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nikki. I’ll still hold our baby if he’s a boy,” Tommy knew what he meant deep down, but the words drew another laugh from Nikki. He would play up how dumb he was every day until they died if it meant Nikki never stopped laughing. “I think it’s going to be a girl, though.” 

They were quiet for a while after that. Tommy’s hand stayed on Nikki’s stomach, occasionally rubbing at his skin. He was excited for the time when he would be able to feel the baby kick or move, and he was even more excited for when the baby would actually be there with them. 

“How many kids do you think you want?” Tommy asked after a bit, finally breaking the silence between them. He’d never really considered having kids before and he definitely hadn’t discussed it with Nikki. He was suddenly very aware that they might not be on the same page about this at all. “Like, do you think you want more?” He elaborated. 

“I want more kids,” Nikki said simply and Tommy wondered if he’d thought about this before. He seemed very sure about it. “Maybe like seven or eight in total,” Tommy waited for Nikki to laugh, to show any indication that he was joking. He thought he’d misheard him at first, but he definitely said the words seven and eight. 

“Seven?” Tommy exclaimed, his voice a bit shriller than he’d ever heard it. It made Nikki laugh, although he wasn’t telling Tommy that he’d been joking. 

“Or eight. I don’t know. I’d like to have a lot of kids one day,” Nikki doubled down, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. “Why? How many do you want?” Nikki asked him back and Tommy had to think about it. He flattened his hand to Nikki’s stomach, considering the question. 

“I’d be down with seven or eight. I’ve never really thought about it, you know?” Tommy explained himself once he had his thoughts together. He’d never had a strong desire for children so far, but Nikki getting pregnant had shown him how open to them he actually was. Seven or eight did seem a bit overwhelming, but not enough to be something he wouldn’t want. “I’d be happy with one kid or with eight. I’ll give you as many as you want,” Tommy decided and pressed a kiss to Nikki’s temple.

***

It had been surprisingly easy to hide the pregnancy from the rest of the band until they were ready to tell them. They hadn’t had too many practices and for the most part, Nikki had been able to hide his body behind oversized clothes and staying pressed behind his bass most of the time. If either of them had noticed something was up with Nikki, they didn’t mention anything about it and given how much they loved mentioning things, Tommy tended to believe they just didn’t know. His suspicions were confirmed when they finally told the rest of the band. 

It hadn’t been a practice day when they told them, they were all just hanging out. Nikki had been to the doctor a couple days prior and had gotten a sonogram, even snagging two extra copies for the band to have. They’d shown up a bit late to Vince’s house, but it didn’t really matter. 

Everyone was in the living room when Nikki and Tommy walked in, and they were a bit thrown off by the presence of Razzle. Though, they weren’t too surprised. He’d been getting closer with Vince lately and Tommy bit back a comment when he saw them sitting rather close on the couch. Mick had decided to take an arm chair away from them and that was totally surprising. 

“We have a gift for you two,” Nikki announced, always one for an entrance. Everyone looked at them and Tommy barely contained himself, grinning as he and Nikki both produced one sonogram each. Nikki handed his off to Mick and Tommy scurried to give his to Vince. 

“What are we looking at here?” Razzle asked as he examined the sonogram Vince had been handed, all three of them looking at it curiously. 

“Tweedledee and Tweedledum are gonna have a kid,” Mick was the first to answer and Nikki pulled a face at him, although Tommy was unphased by the comment. 

“Gross, asshole. Weren’t they related?” Nikki huffed at him, shoving at his arm, although it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. Mick made an unhappy noise at the shove anyway, continuing to look at the picture he’d been given. As grumpy as he pretended to be about it, they would later come to find out that Mick had kept the sonogram beside his bed. 

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Tommy reiterated as though neither of them had even said anything. He took a seat beside Vince on the couch, crowding close to his side and pointing at the picture. “See that? That’s the baby’s head,” Tommy explained and Vince laughed. 

“Looks like a weird little alien. Just wait until they’re first born, man. They look freaky as hell,” Vince told him, leaning to give him a side hug. “I’m proud of you, though. You two are gonna be great,” That comment earned him a tight squeeze from Tommy, almost bruising his ribs with how roughly he handled him. Tommy’s grin was so wide that Nikki wondered how it didn’t hurt.

***

Something Nikki hadn’t expected about pregnancy was how horny it would make him. In fact, his doctor had warned him in the beginning that he would likely experience a decrease in sex drive. It had seemed like the total opposite for him, wanting it more and more often. 

Tommy had been concerned about it when Nikki first tried to initiate. It had taken reading a few passages from a pregnancy book Tommy’s mom had dropped off and a conversation with their doctor before Tommy felt comfortable enough. The entire time, he was still always cautious and continuously checking in with Nikki. Luckily, that worry and panic had decreased the more they messed around. 

They always fucked in positions that didn’t put any pressure on Nikki’s stomach. Most of the time, this meant Nikki riding Tommy which he had to admit, he loved. He enjoyed being in control of everything and able to move exactly how he needed. Riding Tommy also forced him deeper inside and let him rub against his sweet spot with every movement. 

Now, Tommy was laid next to him and they were simply touching each other. They’d both wanted to mess around, but neither had enough energy. Tommy hadn’t slept well the previous night and Nikki didn’t have a lot of energy for much of anything these days. They had found a solution, though. 

Nikki’s hand was wrapped around Tommy’s cock, warm and wet as he stroked over him. He always knew how to make Tommy feel like he was about to die in the best possible ways. Tommy decided this had to be true love because nobody made a handjob feel as good as Nikki did. Their bodies were meant for one another. 

Tommy’s hand was between Nikki’s legs as well, one of Nikki’s vibrators in his palm and pressing against his clit perfectly. They had spent enough time figuring each other out, knowing the right spots and the right pressure to apply to drive the other crazy. And it seemed even more intense for Nikki now. His whole body felt like it was on fire and Tommy luckily showed no signs of stopping. 

Ultimately, Tommy came first. Nikki had twisted his palm in just the right away, messing with the sensitive head and that had been enough. He’d stroked Tommy through it until he was oversensitive and squirming then just a bit more to be evil. Tommy didn’t even pause what he was doing when he came, continuing to rub the toy against Nikki. It didn’t take much longer, especially after Tommy could put all his focus into it, before Nikki came as well. 

“Fuck. I feel like I genuinely came my brains out,” Nikki groaned after a few minutes of just catching his breath. It took longer than normal to get his air back now, another weird side effect of pregnancy that he hadn’t been expecting.

***

“We are not naming our baby Jagger,” Nikki insisted, sounding downright incredulous, although his tone still contained a light-hearted nature. He was trying not to smile as he looked at the list of potential baby names that was hanging up on their refrigerator. 

Tommy was at the stove, making them breakfast, filling the kitchen air with the scent of eggs and potatoes cooking. Nikki’s eyes scanned over the list of names, checking the new additions that had been written down along with the old. The list wasn’t very long now, they’d marked off a lot of potential ideas. They’d landed on a handful of options for if it was a girl or a boy. 

They’d opted out of knowing if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl yet, wanting to just be surprised on the day. Tommy had gone back and forth on wanting to know beforehand. More than once, they’d considered finding out what the baby would be, but had ultimately decided against it. So, their list contained options for if it was a boy or a girl, but Tommy was stead-fast about it being a girl. 

Tanner, Avra, Mariana, Gunner, Jasmine, Maverick, Jagger apparently.

Nikki had jokingly written down Jon (middle name Bon-Jovi) which Tommy had scratched off the list almost immediately. They still had plenty of time to decide, although it felt like time was flying by. 

“Jagger is a cool ass name,” Tommy insisted. Nikki turned to watch him adding tomatoes to the mixture and Tommy glanced up at him, pointing towards him with the spatula. “Go sit down. You should be taking it easy,” Nikki rolled his eyes at him, but went to take a seat at the table which seemed to appease Tommy. “Maybe we can use Jagger as a middle name,” Tommy compromised and Nikki supposed he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

***

It was a quiet January day, early in the morning hours, when Gunner Nicholas Lee was finally born. He was seven pounds and eight ounces, and just a bit over nineteen inches long. It had been a surprisingly easy birth with only Tommy in the room with Nikki and the doctors, although Tommy’s parents both sat impatiently in the waiting room. 

As Tommy held their baby for the first time, golden light from the rising sun left a soft glow over Gunner’s face. The baby was passed easily to Nikki and Tommy stood next to the bed beside them. He stroked sweaty, dark hair away from Nikki’s face and smiled at the pair. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” Tommy asked quietly, feeling like the room was fragile around them. Nikki smiled, head pressed to the downy pillows. Tommy leaned down enough to press a kiss to Nikki’s forehead.  “You did perfect.”

[roxynmae]

Brother of mine

Jake had a secret, a silly and pointless one really, but still a secret. He never stopped checking what day it would have been on Earth, he knew it was pointless, but there was a strange comfort in it. He began doing it after his permanent transfer into the avatar body, the reason behind it? He didn’t want to say, not even to himself, as it would hurt more than it already did.

He was glad for the small tablet Norm had given him to keep in the Metkayina village, it had both the Earth calendar and the Pandora one. The humans had created a whole new system, disregarding what was already in use by the Na’vi.

That day he waited, seated in his marui, to see the date of the Earth calendar switch, the usual dread came in. It had been years since his transfer, he became a father of four, now down to three and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of being an imposter.

He laid down drained and looking lifeless, all of a sudden his hand crept along his arm, nails scraping his skin almost to help him remember this wasn’t a simple sack of meat, but his body, his and no one else’s.

Jake hated how enhanced every emotion and instinct felt in a Na’vi brain, and he missed his old human one, because the consequences of his actions hurt less back then. With this though in his mind he feel asleep, he always had very vivid dreams since he was a child, this time though it felt different. The colors were dull and he was in a long corridor with too many doors, some closed some open, extending so much that he couldn’t see the end to it, confused he looked around until he heard it, muffled laughter and the sound of small feet running.

Two children with the same brown hair passed right through him, as if he was incorporeal, or maybe they were. He couldn’t help himself, he wanted to follow them, they had entered one of the many doors, door that promptly closed right behind them, and when he tried opening it back he found it closed. It didn’t matter how many times he tried, that door was never going to open up for him. Soon others came, the ages differing, the same two children running together turned into pre teens, one trying to keep up with the other, then two teenagers pushing each other around. They all went into those doors that were closed off to him. His ears moved trying to grasp the sounds of what was happening behind, he figured that if he couldn’t see at least he could hear it. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thing he was able to hear were his own breathing and the sound of his steps. He kept walking until he saw them again, this time both two young adults, not even looking at each other, walking into two different doors.

“I see you’ve been enjoying it” Jake didn’t turn around “My body I mean, after all you always wanted what I had” He closed his eyes, feeling the tears on his cheeks “You always wanted to be me, and you always resented me for that” the voice was so collected, analytical, impersonal “Isn’t that why you favoured your fist son while also clipping his wings? Your responsible little soldier”.

“Tommy” Still he didn’t turn, but he didn’t need to, soon he was staring at his old face, well his brother’s. Strangely in this weird dream, or maybe weird limbo they were in there was no height difference. Yet he couldn’t help feeling small. “You know it’s not him right? The one you go visit every other day, it’s just your memories of him”

“Why you’re being so cruel?” He managed to ask with his voice broken. “Oh Jake, I guess it’s my turn now, you see” he clicked his tongue “I spent most of my life wanting you to be my brother, but you always left me behind. If you could take something from me you always would, I never understood why my academic achievements made you so jealous. Was it the praise I would receive from dad? Was it really that the reason you hated me?”

“You were the golden child, the one that didn’t get in trouble, the one with the scholarships and the bright future ahead! I had nothing” Jake couldn’t stop the childish recrimination from coming out “and so what if I pushed you away, I didn’t need a reminder on why I was such a fuck up!”

His brother’s lips curled in a mocking grin “And yet, you ruined both of your sons, because you were projecting us onto them. Neteyam was me, the overachiever, the responsible one, and as proud as he made you, you couldn't help but resent him, I guess stealing his childhood and not allow him to have desires of his own felt nice to you, am I right? And Lo’ak, the adventurous, wild Lo’ak. He’s you, and you hate him for that. He reminds you every day who you are, and the one you lost, Neteyam, reminded you who you could have never been”

“Stop it! Stop it! What happened to you? You were never” but Tommy interrupted him “I was never this vicious? I guess that for once I wanted to repay you with the same coin… little brother” and then proceeded to laugh derisively at him “Or maybe, I’m just not him, Tommy I mean. Maybe I am you, and you’re simply having a conversation with yourself, we’re in your head after all” he looked around “You’re not sorry for how you treated me, nor are you sorry for what you did to your family. You’re selfish Jake, a selfish self-centred asshole. I guess maybe that’s the only trait Lo’ak didn’t inherit from you, he’s loyal and he didn’t want to leave anyone behind, and that makes you feel even worse about yourself, because you realised that he is you, but better” The corridor around them began fading, and so did his brother, the last thing he heard was “you just hate the weight of your own actions”

[cyncerity]

Cyncerity you’re giving me brainrot for your store shifter au

I have to admit most of your aus give me brainrot, the two main ones rn are Store shifter and dads troubles.

And feel free to disregard this if you don’t wanna answer it, I’m just curious if you have any tidbits about either au you wanna share? Let your mind go free friend :) I love your work, and you’re doing amazing!

oh absolutely AMAZING question to ask, my friend

little did you know that I have a list of bullet points for ideas i think of that i don’t know what to do with for both of these aus (these are also the two giving me the most brainrot hsksksj)

For now I’m gonna answer with the ones for the Store Shifter AU, cause I think that some of the ones for Dad’s Troubles have been posted, but I can post those later! For now there’s a decent amount of the Store Shifter ones, and I may add more later

-Even if humans can’t understand borrowers, they can hear pitch. So therefore, if a borrower is singing a familiar human song, the human can hear the tune and recognize it.

-Quackity is the least careful borrower of the three, so he ends up accidentally meeting one of the workers: Foolish. No he does not tell his fiancés this. Foolish doesn’t really know what’s going on, and he’s only like 50% sure that Quackity is sapient, so he’s just kinda along for the ride as Quackity abuses his human privileges to get free stuff.

-Dream introduces Sapnap to hair dye and dyes his hair from light brown to black as a bonding activity (this was when Sapnap was newer to the store). That night Sapnap tells his fiancés what happened to his hair and long story short Karl is bleach blonde by morning.

-Dream has an almost debilitating fear of heights in this au. Fantastic fear for anyone borrower sized to have. Since he became a shifter he’s started to try and rid himself of his fear. (spoiler alert he eventually does way down the road and parkours everywhere no matter what size he is just because he can)

-He’s also slightly claustrophobic. Again, fantastic fear for someone borrower sized to have. (wonder what this would mean for him getting stored…)

-Dream has never met Tubbo despite them having lived in the same house for 4 years. Even after Dream becomes a shifter Tommy just keeps forgetting to introduce the two.

-Out of all the shifters in the au (btw you don’t know all of them yet), the worst traumatic experience that anyone had to go through to unlock their powers was Tommy’s. Second worst was Sapnap’s.

-Tommy’s “incident” happened when he was 7. He met Tubbo when he was 5 and Tubbo was almost 6. After the incident, Tommy was in and out of the foster system for the next 5 years, and Tubbo was with him every step of the way.

-The reason Tommy was in the foster system for so long was because Dream was only 13 when Tommy’s incident happened, and couldn’t legally adopt him. He worked really really hard to get a stable wage for him and Tommy to live off of, and Puffy and Foolish helped him save enough to buy the neighboring house to theirs, the one Dream grew up in.

-Dream adopted Tommy on his 18th birthday, when Tommy was 12. They are currently 16 and 22 in this au.

-Before Dream adopted Tommy, he made it very clear that as soon as it was legal, he’d adopt him, so Tommy started seeing Dream as a big brother/father figure before he was officially his son. They hung out a lot and Dream would frequently stop by any home fostering Tommy and make it clear to the foster parents that Tommy was gonna be his kid one day so they’d better not get attached. Dream was responsible for getting Tommy kicked out of foster homes like 45% of the time. Another 50% was just Tommy being Tommy and 5% was Tubbo breaking shit when he was bored and the homeowners blaming Tommy.

-Sapnap has a really bad habit of picking at his fingers and nails from stress, and his knuckles are really scarred from fighting/sparring back when he was in a colony. Dream gives him a few pairs of gloves to help with this, and Sapnap is literally floored because he’s never seen gloves before, given that they were too much of a hassle to make from whatever scraps he had.

-The employees keep a little box of discreet fidget things under the checkout counter at the store, and Dream and Sapnap use it the most. Dream just cause he likes to keep his hands busy and can mess with something in his pocket and Sapnap cause if he’s using his hands it means he’s not actively picking at his skin (this is self projecting. this is me. i do this so it’s canon now. Dream uses an infinity cube most often and Sapnap has a small collection of spinny rings cause those have been the most effective for me).

-Sapnap had a weird bruise scar over his nose and around the inner half of his eyes (you can vaguely see it in some of the fanart i’ve drawn for this). It’s just an area of his face that got hit really hard and didn’t heal properly (hard enough that it broke his nose too and no, that didn’t heal right either), so blood has a harder time flowing there, and it gives it a weird darker color. Karl and Q nicknames Sapnap “Pandas” cause the bruising kinda reminds them of panda markings.

-Quackity tends to wear a face mask while borrowing because he’s got a really gnarly scar across the left bottom half of his face through his lip, and it’s bad enough that he can’t fully close that side of his mouth cause the scarring messed up his cheek and he’s missing a tooth there. He’s really insecure about it and only Sapnap and Karl are allowed to see it.

[the-firebird69]

A lot of people here are gonna die today a lot of them. This idiot **** would stand and start to really bother me so I'm looking at it and I'm seeing all this stuff crap they're doing out there to each other and see they're not really losing anything the stashes and caches are intact i'm sick and tired of hearing about it i'm going after these **** **** and we're gonna pull the stuff out because we need it. I'm sick and tired of them looking at it saying it's for you bunch of jerks it is for us. And we're going after stuff like that it's happening now we're going to put a limit on how long we tolerate this stupid have us say something to each other stuff meaning that they yammer Yammer for an hour is not allowed but blab more than one sentence that we nail. them.

--- There are other things happening they're pretty big and they will have a long lasting effect on this area and the people here will be affected very strongly and already they are faltering with these small and already they are faltering with these small amount of incursion from Tommy F. They're under the Rings fighting as well these forces weakening their leadership is in tatters if not rags their mouths are out of control and their attitudes are getting them assassinated you don't wanna listen to their crap anymore and we do not want to hear their stupid **** at all. But they're going after each other pretty hard and there's a point to it what happens in here is vulgar stuff we're going to curtail it by pulling them out usually a job left to the pseudo empire but they're becoming very weak and they can't do it anymore so we're coming in and Mac Proper and foreigners and the Mac proper are forcing us to do it.

--- In addition to this kind of odd low level slam ball behavior they're starting to put on their police act and their superior people act on our son at the same time that their massive massive criminals they're doing to Lily and she's not really one of us and they might be related in a similar way and they're just the hugest **** it's trump that you ever seen so he's trying to use the law on people and he's saying it and he's getting his head beat in and he is going to lose his sheriff's position and it's going to lose a lot of other police positions and it's coming up pretty soon and they're saying it too. And they have not been saying it in the past not in this manner.

---Seems slow it kind of really is what Tommy F is doing is going to speed it up massively and he's going to do it because he's unable to invade from Cuba and Puerto Rico and there's a couple other reasons and it is because there are ships underneath a lot of those caverns 800 foot is big enough and they go down aways and he's getting ready to do this and he wants to take over the peninsula by taking those ships out and people are at it already but not many.

--- There's also a couple other things going on and so with businesses and we are taking them over in the Midwest and we are taking over tons of them and it is happening currently we are not reopening those businesses yet but we are holding them and we will end up walling them off shortly this isn't the first five cities and within a week we should probably have it walled off and it would be the start of us producing tons of stuff we don't think that the people there will work but when they see that we're opening the factories and there's gonna be some left it other people will come back and it's gonna have that kind of effect. We are working on several products and we're going to start producing them and we have areas of factories already thank you and they're producing necessities and other things to keep the ball rolling until we can get going with these huge factories to make automobiles and such we are going to begin making a certain vehicle. we have a lot of things to do but this one that we can actually do we have a program for it we're gonna help provide certain parts to get our parts production going and it is a kid car but the parts are for the donor car or cars. there was such demand for this vehicle and people went absolutely nuts saying that they want it and it is the de Tomaso and it would be for the Dodge Atlanta but not for the Dodge Charger or challenger it's for the Dodge 4 door. A lot of them that work and they look like hell and they can't use them 'cause they're too damaged and they can't get panels and you can make them front engine front wheel drive and the top speed will be around 300 miles an hour because of the horsepower and it is a wonderful idea and we've had a lot of interest and they saw the last model and thought it was terrific tons of people. We're going to go ahead and start fabricating certain parts that are hard to do they want to do it so you take the whole thing off and just leave the engine and attach new exhaust and new wiring and things like that and they really don't do that well and they need to design for the body so we're going to go ahead and do that and we have it all prepared and we're going to provide Dodge parts and it is the idea to date there are about 50 people trying to do it and we need that kind of cover

thor Freya

Olympus

[look-at-the-soul]

Hi! It's gossip girl! I hope you've been well!❤️❤️ And thank you for the encouragement in grades🥰 Also oohhh I can't wait for the next part of The Runway! I still don't know to much about Lenny I haven't gotten to seeing the movie yet but I like what I've read about him in stories like yours and the gifs I've seen (🤭 he's very pretty obviously🤭...)

And yes the airports was a very great inspiration at writing! I'm back in school now so I did have to slow down writing a bit though again! I still have a good number of ideas to work on though!:)

Oh and guess what! I did actually try posting some of my writing stuff again and it turned out pretty well! People seemed to like it! I still haven't getting to much back into the interacting with others but so much though😅 still working on that. I'm not always to sure what to say😅but I am trying, which is good! I think got encouragement helped a lot❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And oh shoot! SA means like Sexual Assult and TW is like Trigger Warnings! I probably should have clarified that on the other post! I just happened to shorten them for some reason that time and idk why😅 I know that's how some people note them but others don't and like yeah! Sorry for any confusion! And yeah! You can totally post the other message with the idea! I know I was kinda vague and rambling about it so if you have any questions about it I'd be more than happy to answer! 

And Alfie is definitely one of the most unique characters on the show! I'm so glad he survived, I know it won't happen but I'd love to see a version of peaky blinders from Alfie's point of view, so we could see all the stuff he gets up to when not trying to mess with Tommy😂

Both Breakfest on Pluto and Virgin River sound interesting from how you'd describe them! I'll have to add them to my list!! Also I think The Sandman (the one with Morpheus) is on Netflix but there are plenty of clips online too! But I totally get what you mean about having a hard time getting hooked on other series! 😂 I feel like all the ones I've come close to liking are on a service I don't have or only have like one season😂🥲 plus Peaky Blinders is just brilliant 😂 

And I dont really know how to describe it but boba doesn't taste too much like anything sometimes. I know it's make of like molasses or tapioca and they some have like a brown sugar syrup flavoring . But they also have a popping kind which is like gushers that come in all sorts of flavors. In the end boba is like the closest thing I think we have to edible Orbeeze like those little water beads and I can't think of another way to describe it  😂😂

And I guess I will have it try AQP2 if your reccomend😂 though I make have to grab some friends to hide behind just in case. And that does seem odd what you pointed out about Anna. I think I'll have to finish watch the whole thing at some point to try to understand it better 😅 but idk?😂 and that's the great thing I think about having unanswered questions, it leave so much room for my own cannon when writing 🤭😂 

For the other books I've read it's been two series I'm trying to do. The first is one called The Strange Case of the Alchemist Daughter, which seems to be like a clump of classic stories mixed together (Sherlock Holmes, Frankenstein, Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde...) and I haven't really stared that one but it seems good! I like stories with the classics. And then the others are some of Agatha Cristi's Hercule Poirot Mysteries. I watched the Murder on The Orient Express and then Death on the Niles movies based on some of them and was hooked😂 

Ohhh doing nails is always fun!! I get what you mean about gel though! It last longer than regular polish but it can damage them when it comes off! I have this one color nail polish that I love though because it exactly matches this lip gloss I have (both are by revlon) and wearing them together just makes me feel so powerful😂😂 the matching nails and lips, I love it! 

And oohhh yeah inspiration!! And warm weather! Also seeing a concert with your friends sounds like it would be lots of fun!! I'll definitely cross my fingers❤️❤️❤️

And thank you for your words too❤️❤️I hope you have a great day/night/time zone😂😂 ❤️❤️xoxo GG!

Hello again dear GG!

How have you been? And school? ☺️

Part 2 is posted, I hope you enjoy it (if you happen to read it but no pressure tho..), Lenny is one of those characters I feel we could (should) have gotten more background like Robert Fischer… and I feel so sad because Lenny was such a rich character to me, but they had to ruin the movie 🙈😆 he deserved better!

Airports, cafés… I love the snippets of inspiration we can get from almost everywhere, by just looking at people, I love to sit around and stare at their mannerisms, their company… I hope you can find a good balance between writing and school, I find it so relaxing, it’s helped me a lot with stress.

Oh that’s a fantastic news!!!! 🤗🥰 I’m so happy for you! Isn’t it great? To be surprised ? Yeah I know what you mean, I think I suck sometimes at interacting because I don’t want to become noisy or such and in real life I’m so so shy ☺️ but I’m genuinely happy you are happy with the interaction and response you got! I hope you keep writing ❤️

No, it’s alright, I’m familiar with a couple of short versions but others are new, so thank you for clarifying that. Well I hope you continue to work on that one, I haven’t seen something like that around, so it’s always nice to find something new to read (that’s what I think, I write what I’m not finding somewhere, that idea that needs to be brought to the table), I think is original and well the difficult situation reader will go through will open endless opportunities for you :)

That’d have been such a ice pov to see on the show! Can you imagine? The king of Camden town, dealing with everything behind Tommy’s back, I’d pay to see that!

I found Breakfast on Pluto online in a local cinema, but it’s not available anymore, I’ve seen some people buy the dvd’s (I’d love to start collecting Cillian’s movies!) maybe I’ll get hooked by the Sandman, I mean PB is such a different series from Virgin River and Sweet Magnolias, so I will let you know later…

Oh now I get what kind of drink it’s, I think I tried tapioca once in high school but I guess I wasn’t a big fan because I never tried it again oops 🤭 or maybe I should be more open mind and not stick to flat white all the time huh? Hehe Idont know why, but I was think it might be like those iced drinks where they pour something blue into a huge glass of ice? No? Haha 😆

Oh yes definitely! I personally prefer Emmett because in general he was an important part of the film, vs inAnna they tried to focus in everything but nothing made sense (to me) in the end, like they get Anna involved with two agents from rival agencies and a model girlfriend… like what’s the point? Lenny deserved more credits than he got (I love Lenny he had a huge potential) it’s on Netflix well I found it there the other day, I started playing it and fast forward to Lenny’s parts hahaha to get inspiration for the story… (and I just had a deja vu of Lenny walking into my place with all his men like he did in the movie with the poor gf 😆😂 haha)

Oh wow that first book sounds so interesting! (I love Sherlock Holmes!!) but I never found myself getting hooked with the recent series they did with Benedict like I’m old school and I prefer Robert Downy Jr as Sherlock in the films… 🫠 I have an Agatha book, I’ve always found her books are kind of similar or is just my feeling? Oh! There are films based on Agathat’s book???? I surely have to watch it! I loved an author a while ago, Barbara Freethy she has so many great stories!

You are right about that, I love nails designs!!! I used to watch a tutorial to make them look like marble, pouring nail polish in water and it turned out pretty amazing! (I never did it tho), but yeah the gel benefit is how much it lasts and the finish, so I’m only leaving the gel for “special occasions “ like a wedding or a bridal shower 🤭 ohhh what color is it??? That sounds like the perfect combo!!!! There’s a local brand where you take an old lipstick they don’t make anymore and they fit the color from scratch! 💄 I did it once, I brought one a friend bought for her wedding and I loved it but years later Clinique didn’t make that color anymore so this brand replicated exactly the tone! And there’s a store in LA (I think) where you can bring a blush or eye shadow and even nail polish and they make the exactly same color for you, it’s so cool!

Oh I need you to cross your fingers again for me!! Adele is extending her residence at The Coliseum! I already registered but the presale is in April 5th 🤞🏻💕 and I LOVE Adele so so much, I love going to concerts specially with lovely people who love the same music… what’s the last concert you went to?

Thank you so much GG for sending in this lovely chat!! Hoping to talk (I was typing see 😅) you soon !!! Take care! xx ✨🥰💕

[tuliptyper]

Oddly Specific Thomas Hewitt hcs;

TW mention for canon typical violence/cannibalism but also mentions of mental illness, suicide, bullying and general poor mental health. also nasty gross nail gunk

also these are long and wordy and not proofread sorry hehe

- neurodivergent, probably ADHD but it manifests in a way that he constantly second guesses his diagnosis bc people say he doesnt 'act like it' (projection? huh? idk her)

- dry asf hands because he cleans them a lot because he doesnt like feeling dirty but doesnt have much time to wash his face/shower. he hates his nails bc he doesnt know how to get the gunk out and accidentally stabbed his nail bed tryna clean them with a tooth pick

- loves his mama but he wishes she understood him better. growing up mute and being bullied by pretty much everyone, hes grown so fragile without even knowing it. sometimes he wishes he could peer into his mothers mind and tell her how he truly feels.

- i think he has some sort of relationship with self punishment. not really sh in the typical sense but he feels he deserves to be overworked to the point of sickness, he doesnt like to rest or treat himself. he gets tense when things are peaceful for too long and he feels the need to bully himself relentlessly. its awful :(

- living in an environment where hes essentially the breadwinner, bodyguard AND punching bag with no refuge to run to is incredibly hard. if it weren't for the guilt and his dedication to his family, he..well...i think you can guess the rest. (someone go get this guy some prozac)

- if he was introduced to them, hed love fairy tales. even though he was pulled from school and had very litle encouragement to persue his hobbies aside from sewing, hes a curious man who enjoys learning. fairy tales give him insight into past culture (and they also satiate his desire for romance. sigh ❤❤) ((call him your prince, he would actually get light headed from all the butterflies))

- should he ever get a taste of freedom, be it a particularly good experience with some strangers or seeing some pretty scenery on the road, he will chase that high Forever. he craves normalcy in its most wholesome form; saying hello to coworkers, picking up groceries, maybe taking his dog out for a walk and getting take out when hes tired. Hoyt knows this somewhat and makes sure tommy doesnt persue that desire with some nasty words and manipulation. ((literally grab his hand, run away into town and dont come back. discreetly send a check to mama with a small house on her name a few blocks down and leave the other old coots to rot))

- i gotta agree with the metalhead hc, he would love stupid ass nu-metal! dad metal, if you will. 2000s era heavy rock and anything with some angry lyrics. hates headbanging though, simply bc he loses his balance more than hed like to admit and also knots are fucking annoying to comb out with his curly hair. BUT ALSO his guilty pleasure music would be really sweet piano music or film soundtracks,,,its his inner romantic

- Thomas has like...hot dad personality..HEAR ME OUT omfg he finds puns funny, twirls his keys like a DAD and DIYs everything. he makes a lot of furniture, clothes and miscellaneous trinkets in his spare time. he needs an etsy shop ASAP

- but also hes such cute goth boyfriend material omg, he'd let you play with his hair, even braid or dye a strand if youre lucky! matching outfits kill him because he loves being yours. your hot goth husband. hell, he'll wear the bedazzled 'His/Hers' t shirt you got from the flea market, at least it fits him!

- dont send him to the gym, hes either the reason membership sales skyrocket or skydive ( they either see him and think 'i want to be him' or 'ill never be him' LMAO). unintentionally, hes a menace at the gym bc hes just generally so strong from all the physical labor back at the farm house

- i think he'd go vegetarian aside from those ready to eat rotisserie chickens you get from the supermarket (listen...i smash a whole chicken with a side of rice and corn like nobody's fuckin business)

[ghost-of-a-vulture]

Techno has a special place in my heart.

He was the first myct i watched. I began watching him shortly after i switched schools, and had lost all my friends.

It was weird, because at that time he was streaming on the dsmp daily.

His streams always started when school had ended, or around last hour, and because i was virtual i would tune in to the streams while wrapping up my day, then spend the rest of the afternoon drawing with the stream on in the background.

I quickly picked up several little quirks from him due to spending so much time watching him, such as saying "bruhhh" or "yooooo" in daily conversation. He introduced me to Wilbur, tommy and ranboo, who, while i liked, weren't my favorites. Technoblade claimed that spot.

Every upload and stream brought me so much joy, i always had to stand up and stim a while before i watched it. I drew som much fanart, i had so many headcannons. I customized a pig plush to be a Techno plush. I dressed as him on Halloween. [The crown rests on my lamp, the axe and cape hang from the back of my door]

So of course, his death hit me hard.

The moment i found out is probably one of the most vivid memories i have. I couldn't say anything. I just. I just watched. I saw Floof walk up to that chair and part of me knew it was over, Techno was gone. The pictures of Wilbur and Phil and others hanging out with him broke me. I remember clutching my favorite stuffie and sobbing.

My parents know how much he ment to me, and have told me that they're willing to donate to charities or buy merch that would help his family and other sarcoma patients. [I have no income of my own, sadly.]

At the time of his death i had been in the hermitcraft fandom a few months, and i wasn't as interested in dsmp anymore. Im also going to a new school, and the anxiety over what people might think if they know i like dsmp, mixed with a sort of guilt that maybe they're right, i am supporting horrible people, has driven me away.

While i remain subscribed to a few dsmp members, i haven't been watching their videos. Part of me doesn't care for it anymore.

Im sure I'll still keep up with lovejoy, and i may watch Wilbur rant about ace race during mcc, or check out the occasional tommy or Ranboo upload, but i think im done here.

Technoblades death was the final nail in the coffin for an interest that i was already falling away from. I was already thinking about officially "leaving" but after the news broke about Techno, i really have no reason to stay. Lore seems to be slowing down, and Tech was one of the main reasons i was there anyway, so it seems appropriate to leave now.

I don't hate the dsmp, i have nothing against it, im just moving on. It feels bittersweet. This fandom has brought me into new communites and has helped me make new friends [and maybe cope with some trauma along the way]

I honestly don't think I'd still be here if not for Technoblade. He helped me so much. I miss him a lot. I feel like i carry a little bit of him with me with the little quirks and phrases i picked up from him, and i wont let that die anytime soon.

[averytiredfanfictionwriter]

Sic Semper Tyrannis

A syndicate x Platonic! Reader/ Technoblade x Reader

Warnings: murder, kidnapping, blood, a somewhat graphic depiction of getting stitches

Word count: about 2800

Ao3 Link: wow.

I’m excited to share this. I did write a version with an angsty ending, which is up on my Ao3 account here if you want to read that one as well. Fair warning though, while writing it I found myself dying inside so I don’t know how you guys would feel. It was the original way I wanted to take the story but as I was writing I also created this one which is an alternate, fluffier ending. Reader is a raccoon hybrid in this one. Don’t forget to like and follow for more. Enjoy!

It almost seems to be a mistake, Techno thinks. The woman- no girl- standing in front of him never struck him as the anarchist type. She was always too soft, too nice for any of it. Yet here she stands next to Philza, shivering from the chill of the cave and rubbing her bare arms. 

“This is the new recruit I was telling you about.” The winged man smiles at Techno.

“She seems… soft.” He mutters, taking in her shivering form before handing her a cloak.

She only nods, accepting the cloak gratefully and clipping it around her neck with ease before burrowing into the thick material. 

“Trust me. You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew her how I do.” Phil mutters, rubbing at his shoulder.

“Fine. But do you swear to uphold the values of the syndicate? Do you promise that you’ll help in our mission to destroy the corrupted governments that threaten the freedoms of its citizens?” Techno stands over her, red eyes practically glowing.

She nods hastily under his seven foot tall frame and he seems satisfied as he backs away. “Okay then. Come take a seat. We have a lot to talk about today.” 

Techno makes his way up the stairs to the table behind him, taking a seat facing the entranceway. Y/n looks up at Philza and he only shakes his head. 

“Don’t worry about him. He seems scary but he won’t hurt you. In fact, that’s the nicest he’s been to someone that’s tried to join yet.” Philza says before walking towards the table.

“Wait- what do you mean ‘tried to join’? Phil, what happened to them?” Y/n says in a panic.

“We don’t talk about them.” Ranboo chimes in. “Now, come on. Don’t want to be late to your first meeting.” 

Y/n scurries up to a chair at the table, taking the one across from Phil and next to Ranboo. She sits furthest from Niki and Techno who both seem to be scrutinizing her every move.

“Now, let’s get this meeting started. First things first, we have a new recruit. This is Y/n. You all know her, but she’s going to be joining us. You’ll need a codename.” Techno states, and Y/n thinks a moment as they stare at her.

“Dolos. I’ll go with Dolos.” Techno nods, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion before returning to their usual blankness.

“Okay. Now that that’s over with, is there anything in particular you guys wanted to discuss? Any new information or governments?” 

Phil nods, standing as he stands from the chair and speaks to the group. Y/n zones out a little for the rest of the meeting, nodding along but not really listening. Soon, it’s time to go and they’re all standing, the sound of chairs scraping on the floor loudly and Ranboo’s laughter at something Niki said echoes through the small space.

“Y/n, can I speak to you alone.” It’s not a question, and the woman swallows thickly as she follows the piglin hybrid into a small room that connects to the main one.

“So why Dolos? I mean, of everything you could’ve chosen, why’d you choose Dolos?” He asks, standing against the door to the room, blocking her in.

“Ah, well- you see, I’ve been told I’m good at deceiving people and that I’m so good at it, no one ever knows until I tell them, and even then they don’t believe me. I think that it’s a good codename, that’s all.” She stutters out, and Techno’s eyes narrow.

“I’m not easily fooled. If you’re lying, or you’re here as a spy, I’ll figure it out. And then not even Phil will be able to save you. Do you understand me?” He grunts out, standing over her with his sword held in his hand.

She nods and all but teleports out of the room to get away as quick as possible. He looks after her, seeing the disappointed look on Phil’s face outside and the confused glances from Niki and Ranboo. He steps out of the room as well and leaves the meeting hall without another word. 

It’s a week before anyone hears directly from Y/n again, and when they do it’s not for reason they would have ever expected. 

“I need your help.” Techno takes in the sight of the blood soaked clothing that covers the young woman.

“What happened?” He’s bewildered, the first time he’s been surprised in a long time.

“It’s not my blood. Most of it’s from the people we were fighting, but some of it’s his.” She points behind her where Phil stands, holding up a severely injured Tommy.

“Come on.” Techno grunts, ears twitching. The voices chime in, but he pushes them aside. 

“Set him on the couch.” Phil lays him down gently and gets to work brewing potions for the young boy. 

Y/n sits next to him, clutching his hand tightly with one of hers as she continues putting pressure on the gaping wound in his stomach. Her striped tail swishes nervously on the floor behind her and the large black ears lay back against her head.

“Get his shirt off. I need to sew it up.” Techno has his sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he comes over with a small first aid kit.

Y/n uses her sharp nails to cut away the stomach section of Tommy’s shirt, revealing the ugly looking gash. She pales at the sight of it, getting up and running to the bathroom to most likely vomit. Techno only sighs as he gets to work, wiping off the dried blood around the wound and starting to stitch it up. Tommy shifts uncomfortably on the couch, crying out at the needle threading in and out of his skin. 

Once done, Phil shoves the healing potion in Tommy’s face, which he drinks and then promptly passes out. Y/n comes back from the bathroom, hair tied back from her face.

“What happened?” Techno asks, standing in front of her.

“We were running through the woods, having fun- y’know, kid things- when we came across a small group of people. They started to attack us, and we started to fight back, thinking there weren’t anymore of them. Well, we were wrong. Very wrong. We wouldn’t have escaped if it wasn’t for Phil. Before we got away though, they said something like ‘down with the order’. I don’t know what they meant though. It was hard to understand them through their masks.” Y/n spews out and Techno only stares at her.

“‘Down with the order’? That sounds like they know something. What did they look like? Any distinct markings for kingdoms or anything?” Techno says softly.

She shakes her head. “Nothing that I could see, unless I missed it. I could probably lead you back to the place we fought at. I don’t know if more came to collect the bodies or not.” 

“Take me there. But first, go get cleaned up. We don’t need you walking around drenched in blood.” Techno says, nodding to the bathroom. 

One shower and change of clothes later, the pair are on their way to where Y/n and Tommy were attacked. Techno notices her fidgeting more than usual, constantly looking around them and watching as she jumps at the smallest of noises. He chalks it up to having been just attacked and they continue walking.

She stops in a clearing and he stands beside her. No sign of bloodied bodies is anywhere to be found. In fact, there’s no evidence a fight even occurred here. No blood spots on the ground, no scrapes in the ground, no disturbance of wildlife.

“Are you sure this is the place?” He turns to look at her, but she’s gone. Suddenly, something hits him from behind and the last thing he sees is Y/n, crying softly as someone holds onto her.

Techno slowly opens his eyes, registering the cold metal against his wrists and multitude of people surrounding him. The voices scream out in rage- rage at Y/n for getting them captured, rage at himself for allowing this to happen, anger for not trying to stop him and Y/n from being captured. They’re angry at a lot of things, and he grunts as he feels a headache coming on.

Y/n stirs in the chair across from him, whimpering softly and her tail waves behind her slowly. “Where-”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to tell us who the rest of the members of your little club is, or else you both die. Tell us, and you live. It’s that simple.” A voice speaks out, a young man with brown hair and light eyes.

He rests a sword on Y/n’s shoulder and looks Techno in the eyes. He says nothing, glaring at the man instead.

“Are you going to tell me? If not, then I guess I’ll need to encourage you to do so.” The young man sighs, and takes out a knife, grabs hold of Y/n’s tail and presses the knife against the base of it.

Y/n screams loudly, and Techno hates the sound of it more than any other sound he’s heard. The voices seem to hate it as well, yelling at him to just tell the man the names of the other members to end it.

“Fine.” Techno gives in. 

The young man smiles, dropping Y/n’s tail and wiping the knife off on her shirt. “Oh good! That’s very good.” 

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it. My life’s not worth it.” Y/n mumbles, tears falling down her face as she clenches onto the armrests of the chair tightly.

“You might know one of them. His name is Zephyrus. Has black wings, wears lots of green. Another one is named Lethe. He’s half enderman. Good luck catching him though. The last one is Nemesis. You might never find her though. She spends most of her time underground.” Techno states and Y/n almost laughs at the use of the codenames.

“You’re lying.”

The young man holds the knife to Y/n’s throat and presses gently, causing a small trickle of blood to run down her neck. “You have one more chance to tell me their names before I kill her and then you. I’ll give you to the count of ten. Ten…” Techno growls at the man before him, the sight of his knife pressed against the woman's throat more than angering.

“I told you. Those are their names. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe me. Now let her go. I don’t even like her. Killing her wouldn’t get me to reveal anything.” Techno says calmly.

The man considers this, pausing his counting. “You’re still lying. I saw you help her and her friend, the blonde. I’m surprised the cut didn’t kill him, to be honest. I think I’ll have to go back to your cabin when I’m done here and finish the job.” 

Steam is basically pouring out of Techno’s ears and his eyes glow a bright red. “Don’t fucking touch him.” 

“Yes! I will, unless you tell me the real names of the other members of your little club.” He releases Y/n’s head from his grip, and pulls his knife away from her neck. 

“Phil, Niki, and Ranboo. Those are their names. Now let her go.” Techno growls and Y/n shakes her head.

“He’s lying. Those aren’t their names. There’s not even more than one other member of the group. The third member of the group is named Dream. He’s currently in prison for killing several people and blowing up a country not once, but twice as well as manipulating kids. He’s the only other member of the group.” Y/n says, hoping that they don’t know she’s lying and buy her bluff. 

The god currently sits in prison, waiting out his days monotonously. They would definitely all die the minute they try and kill him- if they even do get to him, considering Sam would kill them the minute they step foot in the prison.

“Finally, someone here is telling the truth. You’re going to give me the exact coordinates of where the prison is, and then you two are going to stay here while we go kill him.” Y/n gives him the coordinates and the man is almost bouncing in joy. “For your sake, we better not be walking into a trap. Let’s go boys.” They leave the room and Y/n sighs, her head hanging forward heavily, as if her neck can’t hold itself up anymore.

“What was that?” Techno asks and she shrugs.

“I told you. People don’t believe I’m capable of lying to them. They’re all going to die trying to get to Dream, or he’s going to kill them himself.” Y/n yawns.

“Yeah, and we need to get out of here in case some of them survive.” Techno says, struggling against the restraints holding him to the chair and eventually manages to break them.

“Alright, let’s get you out of here.” Techno mumbles, picking the lock on Y/n’s restraints and lifting her up easily in his arms.

The maze of hallways is nearly impossible to escape, but they do it somehow and step outside to a snowy tundra. The wind blows frozen ice shards through the air and it bites at their skin. They were stripped of gear and their cloaks. The cold is no match for Techno, who produces enough body heat to stay warm enough, but Y/n shivers in his arms and presses her face against his chest in an effort to keep warm.

Techno’s communicator beeps as it regains signal, and he works it out of his pocket, seeing the messages from Phil and quickly shoots one back with their coordinates and a request for blankets.

Looking around, the only shelter Techno can find until Phil arrives is the building they came out of but that’s not an option in case the people come back. Techno settles for sitting on the ground and hugging the woman to his chest, doing his best to protect her from the wind and cold. 

“Oh my god…” Phil says as he lands in front of the pair, quickly grabbing Y/n and wrapping the cloak around her.

“Take her back to my cabin. She needs to get warmed up and is going to probably need stitches in her tail.” Phil nods, passing his sword to Techno.

“Will you be fine walking back? I can zip right back here to get you. Tommy’s healed and can look after Y/n while I do so.” 

Techno shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. After all, you need to check on Ranboo and Niki. Make sure they’re okay. We’re not extremely far from the cabin, I’ll make it back before the end of the night. Now go already.” Techno says and Phil nods, taking off quickly with Y/n.

He looks back at the building they were in, and heads back inside. If there’s anyone left here, they’ll pay for what happened.

It’s a few days before Techno comes back and Philza spends the time either worrying over it or about the worsening condition of Y/n, who seems to have developed a bad cold or flu or hypothermia or all of it, really, as well as making sure Tommy doesn’t rip his stitches trying to do stupid stuff. When Techno does come back, he’s covered in blood and doesn’t even stop to talk to the members of the syndicate sitting in the living room or even wash up, instead going straight for the room where Y/n is sleeping and peeking in.

“She’s not doing well at all. I stitched her tail up, but she’s developed a fever and is still freezing cold all the time and isn’t getting any better, even with a ton of healing potions. I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” Phil mutters beside Techno and he only nods.

He steps out of the doorway and leaves to take a shower, taking extra care to scrub the blood out of his hair and changes into comfortable clothes. Peeking into Y/n’s room again, he sees her shivering underneath the blankets. Well no wonder she’s sick, she’s still freezing cold, he thinks to himself before opening the door further and stepping into the room. He climbs under the covers and Y/n instantly curls up to him, soaking in his natural warmth.

“Thank you, for getting me out of there.” She mutters, before falling back asleep.

“Anything for you.” He whispers, holding her tighter against him in an almost protective manner. 

Phil watches from the doorway, smiling as he watches Techno fall asleep curled up with her.

Tagged: 

@thegeekisheere

[stereostevie]

When you think of grunge, do you picture a bunch of long-haired White guys in plaid shirts, singing about teenage angst and self-loathing? Time to expand that viewpoint. Standing above them all should be Tina Bell, a tiny Black woman with an outsized stage presence, and her band, Bam Bam. It’s only recently that the 1980s phenom has begun to be recognized as a godmother of grunge.

This modern genre’s sound was, in many ways, molded by a Black woman. The reason she is mostly unknown has everything to do with racism and misogyny. Looking back at the beginnings of grunge, with the preconception that “everybody involved” was White and/or male, means ignoring the Black woman who was standing at the front of the line.

Bam Bam was formed as a punk band in 1983 in Seattle. Bell, a petite brown-skinned spitfire with more hairstyle changes than David Bowie, sang lead vocals and wrote most of the lyrics. Her then-husband Tommy Martin was on guitars (the band’s name is an acronym of their last names: Bell And Martin), Scotty “Buttocks” Ledgerwood played bass, and Matt Cameron was on drums. Cameron would leave the band in its first year and go on to fame as the drummer for Soundgarden and Pearl Jam. But he paid homage to his beginnings by wearing a Tina Bell T-shirt in a photoshoot for Pearl Jam’s 2017 Anthology: the Complete Scores book.

“For some reason a couple of skinheads are up front, calling her [the N-word] And all of the sudden, Bell grabs a microphone stand and she starts swirling it around her head like a lasso… She swung that fuckin’ thing around her head and about the fourth time, she smashed that son of a bitch.”

Bam Bam’s sound straddled the line between punk and something so new that it didn’t have a name yet. Their music combined a driving, thrumming bass line; downtuned, sludgy guitars; thrashy, pulsing drums; melodic vocals that range from sultry to haunting to screamy; and lyrics about the existential tension of trying to exist in a world not designed for you. The band’s 1984 music video for their single “Ground Zero” is low-budget, but Bell’s charisma seeps through.

“She was fucking badass. That’s all there is to it. She was amazing as a performer. I’ve only seen one White male lead singer command the stage in a similar way that Tina Bell did, and that was Bon Scott of AC/DC,” says Om Johari, who attended Bam Bam shows as a Black teenager in the ’80s and who would go on to lead all-female AC/DC cover band Hell’s Belles.

Christina King, a Seattle scenester who was close friends with Bell from 1984 until the early ’90s, says the singer’s talent was obvious. But she believes a lot of people dismissed Bell as a gimmick.

Among those attending their shows: Future members of grunge bands like Nirvana (Kurt Cobain did a stint as a Bam Bam roadie), Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, and Pearl Jam.

“I remember one person saying to me that they didn’t get ‘the whole Black girl singer thing,’ it just didn’t fit whatever they were into,” says King. “They were too ahead of their time.”

Bam Bam came into being in an era when hundreds of underground clubs, taverns, bars, and social halls — anywhere that you could cram in a band — were within the Seattle city limits. Bam Bam played almost all of them, and often to big crowds: The Colourbox, Crocodile Lounge, Gorilla Gardens, Squid Row — just to name a few.

Among those attending their shows: Future members of history-making grunge bands like Nirvana (Kurt Cobain did a stint as a Bam Bam roadie), Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, and Pearl Jam. Not to mention all the other people, mostly White and male, who would become prime targets for music labels trying to market this new sound.

Bell “already possessed everything they were trying to attain. She had a truer rock and roll spirit than almost any of those guys in that town. Everything they tried to do, she naturally was,” says Ledgerwood, still a loyal bandmate.

One Seattle club, The Metropolis, became “like our fucking living room,” says Ledgerwood. It was also the site of an overtly racist verbal assault against Tina Bell.

“For some reason a couple of skinheads are up front, calling her [the N-word],” Ledgerwood recalls. “And all of the sudden, Bell grabs a microphone stand and she starts swirling it around her head like a lasso… She swung that fuckin’ thing around her head and about the fourth time, she smashed that son of a bitch… She nailed that fucker right in the temple of his head. Split like a melon. And the other guy next to him caught it too, they go down, and we’re like, ‘What the fuck?’”

Ledgerwood says that after going backstage for a while to regroup, Bell came back “and put out the most blistering set of our fucking career.”

This could easily be an anecdote about Bell’s power, her resilience, and willingness to fight back against oppressive forces. But it’s also a story about the cost of being a Black woman who does something that some people don’t expect or approve of.

“She’s being pulled out of her zone because somebody is acknowledging how the rest of the world can see her,” says Johari, empathizing with the star rocker. “And even to react to it by picking up a microphone and smashing someone in the face, that means that that incident cost her not only that moment it takes to get back into the song, but the whole [effects of her] action will last for weeks.

“She’ll replay that over and over and over and over again. And then the people she sees that were there when it happened, they’re gonna come up to her and they’re gonna forget everything that she’s saying, all the stuff that she had did, and they’re only going to focus on, ‘I was at that show where you knocked a dude in the head for calling you an N-word,’” Johari says. “It has nothing to do with her artistry. But it reminds her of the way in which she has to be prepared, just in case it happens again.”

King remembers Bell also felt that some of the other men in the band’s changing lineup failed to treat her as an equal partner: “She’s getting that from her own band members — what do you think audience people are like?”

A European tour in the late ’80s gained Bam Bam international fans, but ended after Bell and Martin split up, and Bell was caught in an immigration enforcement dragnet in the Netherlands.

When they returned to the Pacific Northwest, Bam Bam continued playing shows until 1990, when Bell abruptly quit as they were packing up to head to the studio in Portland, Ore.

“She had just had enough,” Ledgerwood says. “For almost eight years she had almost literally eviscerated herself for the audience.”

But that work never resulted in the national recognition they deserved.

“Grunge, whatever that means, is being identified as from your community, your colleagues, your sound that you were a participant in help shaping, and you’re not even mentioned in any of it.”

“Sometimes you need to be a little bit of an asshole to protect yourself. And Bell wasn’t much of an asshole,” Ledgerwood adds. “She was a pure-hearted person and had a really hard time believing that people couldn’t accept her over something as stupid as race.”

Bell didn’t just quit the band, she withdrew from music completely, says her son, Oscar-winning documentary filmmaker TJ Martin. Not out of resentment, he adds, but perhaps to escape the painful reminders that the music she helped pioneer was now earning other bands multimillion-dollar record contracts.

“Grunge, whatever that means, is being identified as from your community, your colleagues, your sound that you were a participant in help shaping, and you’re not even mentioned in any of it,” Martin says. “I can’t even fathom what that would feel like for it to be sort of spit back in your face with such frequency.”

Ledgerwood believes Bell died of a broken heart. But when Bell died alone in her Las Vegas apartment in 2012, the official cause of death listed was cirrhosis of the liver. She had struggled with alcohol and depression. Her son says the coroner estimated her time of death as a couple weeks before her body was discovered. She was 55 years old.

The things that could have told Tina Bell’s story in her own voice are lost. Martin arrived in Las Vegas to find that the contents of his mother’s apartment — except for a DVD player, a poster, and a chair — had been thrown away. All of her writings — lyrics, poems, diaries — along with Bam Bam music, videos, and other memorabilia — went in the trash without her family even being notified.

If you think you were in Seattle in the ’80s, in the grunge scene, and you don’t remember Tina Bell and Bam Bam, you probably weren’t really fucking there.

“I couldn’t help draw a parallel between her not being respected and seen in the first chapter of her life, as the front person of a punk band, and then even in death being disrespected and not being seen for the merits of the life she lived,” says Martin.

Bell’s death is also an indictment of the way she was written out of her own story. The way grunge’s almighty gatekeepers chose to look through her instead of at her. Grunge became the domain of alienated young White men in flannel shirts, and Tina Bell didn’t fit the narrative they were trying to sell.

“Black herstory can suffer immense amounts of erasure if somebody is not brave enough to ensure that women get counted,” Johari says.

To many of those who were part of the scene at the time, the amnesia seems intentional. Ledgerwood brings up the seminal history of Seattle’s grunge era, Everybody Loves Our Town. In it, the author refers to Bam Bam as a three-piece instrumental band mainly notable because Matt Cameron was the drummer. Tina Bell isn’t even mentioned.

“How in the hell would he have a recollection of how great Bam Bam and its drummer was, and not this unbelievably beautiful woman, this firecracker, this explosive rock and roll goddess?” Ledgerwood asks. “Even if he thought she sucked, to not remember the only Black woman on the whole fuckin’ scene is — well, it’s like that old joke about the ’60s: If you think you were in Seattle in the ’80s, in the grunge scene, and you don’t remember Tina Bell and Bam Bam, you probably weren’t really fucking there.”

You can listen to more of Bam Bam’s music on this Spotify playlist. A vinyl album with the band’s songs is coming out this year on Bric-a-Brac Records.

[suicidalslasher]

𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 ➤ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆

Here's one of three Carrie White fics!! :D This is honestly short and sweet, plus simple... compared to the other two. But.... it's here and I'm very much happy with the way it came out. I hope you all enjoy it, as well.

Although, the gif is of Sissy, you can pretend it's either version of Carrie.

(Chloe or Angela's. I, personally, just prefer Sissy's. Although, I love all three.) And despite it being Sissy, too, I took inspiration from the (2002) adaption with Angela whereas Carrie never died in the accident of her house.

Instead, she lives and runs away. And yadda yadda. Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: None. Unless you count fluff and love confessions UwU.

“I know she was your friend but c’mon, (Y/N). She was nothing more than a piece of shit… Grow up. Move on.”

“She was a monster, (Y/N). Do you really think she wasn’t? After all she had done? She destroyed everything and hurt so many people… she killed several hundred people, too… if that isn’t a cruel, heartless bitch, I don’t know who or what is.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just like her…. are you a demon in disguise, too, (Y/N)?”

They said the same exact thing. The statements were always said by different people but the topic of the subject remained the same - Carrie White.   Carrie White was the devil. So on and so forth…

It was a constant reminder she no longer was here with us - with me.  

 The tragedy that struck on prom  night wasn’t my fault. Nor, was it Carrie’s.

Carrie had so much anger built up within her, she was bound to explode with rage eventually. And that day just so happened to unravel at the dance. All thanks to the students (and some teachers) of Bates High.

They constantly bullied Carrie for no real given reason, they harassed her for things she couldn’t quite control, either.  Not me, though.

I’m not crazy, even if there are people that  say I am and even if there are those that put words in my mouth I never said to begin with, too -

It’s not true.

None of it is true.

Everything you’ve read about Carrie White is false. Everything you’ve, more than likely, heard about her is furthest from the truth, also.

She’s not a monster. She never was one. She was just an ordinary girl, begging to be loved,  to be happy. And I loved her.

I just… I wish more than anything she realized how much I loved her.  I was in love with Carrie White, truly, madly, deeply…. in love with her.

And nobody could ever change how I felt - how I feel - towards her.

The night I was going to confess my feelings, believe it or not, was before the dance. Before everything happened.

The moment I arrived to the dance, well…by then, it was too late.   I hadn’t known it yet but almost everyone  was trapped inside the gymnasium, nails digging through the doors as they tried - and failed - to escape.

Their blood curling whines and agonizing moans were silenced by the music that played out on the speakers which echoed outside of the windows and bounced back and forth from the building to the parking lot.

I didn’t realize something terrible had happened until I smelled an intoxicating scent that caused my eyes to blur over with tears and caused me to grimace as the odor only grew stronger, thicker.

I winced and gazed around the parking lot which still remained full of different colored vehicles.     Confusion struck but after a moment or two later, realization hit like a ton of bricks.

From where I had stood, I saw a huge  cloud of gray smoke lingering around the building, only growing more and more thicker in the sky.

When I first arrived, the sky was crystal clear.  Not a single   speck of white was seen from above.   Now, that beautiful shade of blue was replaced with dark and haunting clouds of gray.

Even the moon was no longer hanging in the air for the smoke had it hidden.

The odor that swarmed the air, I realized, was people’s flesh burning.   One by one, people within the school were dying and suffocating to death.

Call me whatever you wish, as I’ve been called every name in the book, but I mean it when I say that I could care less  about the students and teachers of Bates High. If that made me an insensitive bitch, so be it.

The only reason I even attempted to try to get inside the building was because I remembered Carrie had gone to the dance with Tommy Ross.  And I’d do anything to save her.

Expect… I couldn’t.

Every area of the school was locked. Every entrance and exit doors were shut tightly. No matter how hard I tried to open them,  the damned thing wouldn’t budge.

I even tried to go through the windows but they were shut, too. There was nothing I could do.

Nothing expect fall to the ground and bury my face in my hands as tears began to fall, one by one, a tear dropped and soaked my hands and stained my cheeks.

Everyone said prom was a night to remember… but I doubt anyone wanted to remember their prom like this.

*~*

The following week after the incident, I heard a knock at my door. Slowly making my way out of bed, I walk down my too small and narrow hallway and open the door once I’ve reached the entrance,  glancing at the  person behind the screen door.

Sue Snell stood there, hands in her pocket and a look of sadness painted across her face.

“(Y/N),” She began.  “Can…. can we talk?”

“About what?” I snarled, not caring if I came off as rude or ignorant or any other definition.  I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to sleep and never wake up. I already knew where the conversation was going and what the main subject was going to be about. And I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“It’s about last week…  It’s…. it’s about Carrie.”

“I already know. She’s dead, okay? She’s dead and she isn’t going to come back, you don’t have to remind me.” I go to shut the door but Sue sticks her foot out and stops me from doing so. I narrow my eyebrows at her and give her a questioning gaze.

“Please…” She but all begged. “Tonight. Meet me at her headstone, tonight, would you? Midnight. I’m being serious. Trust me on this, would you? I know you have no reason to… but please.. if not for me, for Carrie.”

“Fine. I’ll think about it. Now, I have to go.”

“(Y/N), wait-”

Before she could finish her sentence, I’m  closing the door in her face and storming back to my bedroom, falling onto my mattress with an ‘ugh’ leaving my lips.

For the past few days, I didn’t do anything expect cry and scream into my pillow.

The moment I got back under the covers and buried my face under several blankets and two of my pillows,  the tears came rushing back down.

I was surprised I still had tears left in me from all the crying I had done, truth be told.

I tried, really, I did… to be strong but it was so hard. Especially when Carrie wasn’t here to make things better.

It was so difficult to live when  the one person you kept yourself alive for is no longer around…. it’s hard to live when your heart is no longer beating.

The day Carrie White died was the day a little part of me died, too.

*~*

It was 11:50PM.

The house was eerily silent. The only noise, from where I was at in my bedroom, was the whistle of the wind and the gentle knocking of tree limbs outside on my window.

I glance at the clock by my bedside table. It now read 11:52.

I sigh and sit up, my feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I rub my hands over my face tiredly as I try to come to a decision whether or not I wanted to meet Sue at Carrie’s gravestone.

I came to the decision… yes, I should go.  After all, I wanted to make sure nobody wrote any more harsh and ruthless slurs on Carrie’s grave.

Even in death, they wouldn’t let her rest and wouldn’t stop picking on her.   Carrie should be able to rest and yet there’s hundreds of people who forbid her from doing so. It was a shame.

People say Carrie White is a monster or the daughter of the Devil himself but in reality, the only monsters are the ones  that won’t leave that poor girl alone.

"If you look in the face of evil - evil's going to look right back at you."

*~*

The time I got to the cemetery  it had just turned midnight.  As I exited out the car, it seemed as if the howl of the wind grew louder upon my arrival.

“Hello?” I call out. My voice seems loud against the empty area and I grimace; I didn’t realize how wobbly it sounded until I had spoken.

(I blamed that on all the off and on crying sessions I’ve done recently.)

“Sue? Are you there? Hello?”

Nothing.

I groan and face palm, shaking my head from side to side. I should’ve known not to come. I should have known better and yet-

“(Y/N).”

My eyes dart forward and I feel my knees begin to buckle out underneath me and all the air in my lungs is snatched away from me.

“(Y/N).” She repeats, walking toward me and gives me a wry smile. “Hi.”

“C-Carrie?” My voice shook and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There she was, alive, breathing and all.

And she was right in front of me.

“You… I thought you were dead.” I was speechless. I could barely form any sentences without stumbling over my words.

“That’s why I’m here,” Carrie explained, stepping closer to me.  She rests the palm of her hand across my cheek, fingers brushing over my skin and I shudder, goose bumps prickling ever so softly across my arms.

“I didn’t know how to tell you….” She continued, sighing as she moves a loose piece of hair back and out from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“I didn’t want anyone to know but Sue found me  on the side of the road when my house collapsed… she took me under her wing and helped me out.” She informed.  Carrie looked up and gave me a shy smile, her cheeks turning a bright rosy red.

“She insisted I should tell you, too… I was wanting to tell you, regardless but… I had been so scared. I’ve been terrified recently…. and with everything that happened, I only got more scared and… well, I thought you’d be like them and laugh at me or go on and tell the world where I was at and-”

“Carrie, I love you.” I blurt, unable to stop the words from forming out my mouth.

“I’d never, in any way, hurt you. I’ve loved you for the longest time and I thought…. I thought you were dead, Carrie… and it truly felt like I lost a piece of myself, too.”

The blush on Carrie’s cheeks grows darker, deeper as she nods. Tears swell in the corner of her eyes and she laughs softly, taking her hand away from my cheek as she wipes her eyes, sniffling quietly.

“I know. Sue told me, too… and I didn’t believe her. How could anyone love a freak like me? The laughing stock? Everyone’s personal punching bag..” Carrie smiled sadly as she shook her head.

“Mama told me it was a sin, you know? Love only is shared between a man and a woman. Not two men or two women together but… I realized I’d rather burn in Hell and be with the person I love than to go to Heaven being the person I’m not. I love you, (Y/N).

“I prayed every night for a friend and you came into my life at the time I needed you the most. You’re not only my best friend but my blessing, too.” By the time she’s finished talking, I’m crying and pulling her into my chest, hugging her tightly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” I repeat.  “From the moment I met you in the library and we bonded over our favorite novels together at the start of school, I knew I wanted to be your friend. I could care less what others thought.

And then when we went to the park that Saturday evening and had a picnic, I knew I loved you then…. I knew that no matter what, whether we were friends or more, I always wanted to make you happy, Carrie White.”

“And you do,” she reassured, voice cracking as she buried her head in the crook between my shoulder and neck. “You make me the happiest girl alive. I’ve never known true happiness until you came into the picture, (Y/N).”

I pull a little bit of ways out and take her face, pressing my hands across her cheeks and with little to no hesitation, I press my lips hungrily against hers.

Carrie, almost instantly, kisses back.

“I love you.” I murmur into the kiss, not daring to pull away.

“I love you.” She muttered. Through the kiss, I can feel the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. A grin finds its way across my face, too.

“Let’s go… let’s get out of here.” She said, pulling back as she looks up and into my eyes. “Let’s leave Chamberlain and never look back.”

And so, well, we did.

Carrie White wasn’t your average or your typical ordinary girl. She had powers, as I came to find out. I knew there was something unique, something special about her and now I knew what it was.

Carrie White wasn’t a demon. Or the daughter of the Devil or none of that sort.

Carrie White was simply just a girl, ready to start her own life and accomplish her own goals and seek happiness.

And I, (Y/N) (L/N) would do anything to help her achieve that.

Carrie White deserved better than to live in fear and shame.

Carrie White, just like anybody else, deserved to be happy.

So, whether you believe me or not, I don’t care.

If you still think she is a monster in disguise or whatever; I do not care.

I know the truth. Sue Snell knows the truth, too. Carrie White is anything but a monster.

Carrie White is, and forever will be, my girl.

And that’s just that.

End of story.

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (4)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(people seem to like this for now but remember, no reblogs/comments then i’m gonna assume people lost interest. so show u enjoy this please!! <3 also someone drew fanart of Reader, check it out at the bottom! :3c)

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“Come ON Wilbur! Come with me to check out the huge village I found the other week!” shouted Tommy while making sure to get in his older brother’s way as much as possible. He figured if Wilbur was focused on him and not whatever ‘super important’ shit he was busy with then he’d join him.

Wilbur meanwhile was doing everything he could to sidestep and ignore said younger brother. Now usually he’d humor the much younger boy but Wilbur was sorta busy at the moment. There’s been murmurs of unrest within the L’manburg territory lately since new faces have joined their country. 

Apparently they weren’t happy about the fact that Wilbur was a self appointed president, and likened him to a dictator because of it since no one got a say in his leadership role. Which Wilbur thought was highly unfair. He’d fought tooth and nail for his country, so they could have and enjoy all the freedoms to do as they pleased without Dream and his cronies breathing down their necks.

Everything he did he did for his country. But he didn’t want them to see him as some unsympathetic tyrant who didn’t listen to his people. He’s not Dream, he actually listens when they speak, even when they say they don’t like his self appointed role as president. So yes, Wilbur was sort of busy with more important things than goofing off and finding some random village. But instead of snapping he just sighed and said,

“Tommy, I’m working. We’re supposed to be running a country, remember?”

The aforementioned boy let out an aggravated sigh, he knows they have a duty to L’Manburg, he’s not stupid! But he also knows they need to be allowed to have some fun now and again too! Or they’ll go crazy! And Tommy was sure Wilbur would go mad if he stayed cooped up inside all the time working! So this was his way of dragging his brother out for his own good.

But Wilbur was being especially stubborn (wonder where Tommy got it…) and was refusing to budge. 

“I don’t have time right now Tommy! Ask Tubbo or Fundy to tag along. I’m sure they’d love to go vandalize a village with you,” Wilbur distractedly said as he wrote down some notes in one of his books. 

Tommy was tired of fighting Wilbur on this and decided to hell with it, he’d just take the L this time. So he scoffed and said “Whatever” in the most pissed off teen voice he could physically summon and turned away from Wilbur and stormed out of the brunet president’s house, making sure to slam the wooden door as hard as he could on his way out. 

It seemed like all Wilbur did was mope around and WORK since they’d won independence from the Dream SMP. What the hell was the point of even FIGHTING for said freedom if Wilbur wasn’t even going to enjoy it?? 

Tommy pushed those thoughts away and went to search out Tubbo, he could always count on his best friend to follow him into some mischief! Unlike SOME people. And thankfully it didn’t take the rambunctious blond long to find his friend, and with a grin he ran and jumped on the shorter boy, making him yelp in shock and nearly fall. But then Tubbo saw who it was and started laughing and shoving the taller boy away half heartedly. But after goofing around a bit Tommy remembers why he’d searched out Tubbo in the first place.

“Oi Tubbo, come with me to this weird village I found the other week. I was gonna explore it when I found it but Wilbur said there was an emergency and I had to leave before I could,” he said as they both walked along the main path.

“Yeah sure, but why was it ‘weird’? Was it one of those ones that’s built somewhere stupid like half on a cliff?” Tubbo asked with a laugh. 

The two laughed and Tommy explained that the village just looked different? Like there was no cobble! Which was ridiculous because in his opinion that was the best part of villages was all the cobble buildings. Not that he was biased or anything like an American. 

But Tubbo just laughed and said sure, they could go check it out. He didn’t have anything else important to do today anyways. Tommy gave a triumphant ‘yeah!!’ because at least he got ONE of his friends to not be a total loser and go out to have some good old fashioned fun with him. 

Tubbo told him to lead the way so they were off.

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Many blocks away in your village you were getting out of your ‘shower’, which was really just a waterfall hidden by thick trees and hanging vines behind your temple home. But it was the best shower you’d ever used thanks to how the water fell over you in huge sheets. You’d honestly stay in it for hours if you didn’t hate being bored just standing there. But you did get bored, so you got out and began drying off.

Once you were dry you started getting dressed in your usual outfit, then once done you paused before reaching down to grab the newest item of your outfit..

Your mask.

...

After your… horn discovery the week before you’d just laid in bed all day for a couple days. Not leaving your temple for any reason, not even to shower or eat. You’d have been feeling worse if you’d actually needed food but thankfully you didn’t, so when you finally got your ass in gear and got up to bathe you only felt marginally like shit. At least you had until you went to go bathe…...

But on that first day up you’d just stared at yourself in the reflection of the water and sighed. You didn’t have the urge to cry anymore, so that was a good thing. But you also weren’t a fan of the new horns or glowing eyes you’d had since ending up here. You weren’t even sure what KIND of horns these were?? And… call you crazy but you SWEAR they were bigger than they were before your stint laying in bed..

They’d only been little nubs before, not even as big as your thumb! But now they were at least five inches long and sort of splitting at the tips? It looked weird and honestly felt even weirder what with that velvety texture covering them. You made the foolish mistake of grumbling to yourself, 

“Things couldn’t get weirder, right?”

And as if the universe heard you… you discovered a new ‘appendage’ on your body while you started to wash your body off. You’d been lost in thought, just scrubbing yourself with a soapy washcloth when you’d started reaching around to wash your back, your washcloth brushed against something protruding from the base of your spine, right above your ass. This time you didn’t start panicking, you think you were still worn out from the days previous, so instead of freaking out you just slowly craned your neck around to see if you could glimpse the...thing.

A tail. 

You blinked, shocked but also.. confused? What in the absolute fuck? Why? When?? This time there was no sobbing or breakdown, you were honestly just puzzled. Are you ever going to STOP growing animal traits or what? Under any other circumstances you might even call the tail cute. It was small, probably just smaller than your hand and about the same shape too. And the majority of the top of it was the same color as your hair, but the sides (and underside after you got curious enough to look under it) were a soft white. With how you were in water the tail looked rather unimpressive and you couldn’t identify what kind of tail it was, but if it was at all connected to the horns then maybe deer? Or caribou? Reindeer? The last two seemed more likely since those animals’ females actually grew antlers you think. 

Having to adjust to all this new shit practically every other day was giving you a headache. With a tired sigh you rubbed the area around the base of your antlers, soothed slightly by how the action dulled your headache. But you couldn’t ignore the issue at hand, so you swallowed down your unease and instead just decided since you couldn’t control these… unnatural features then.. well, you’d just cover them up or since that wasn’t possible for the horns now you’d just disguise them?

You’d been stumped for a while on how to even DO that but eventually you’d gone down to the village to feed the animals and you’d watched the armorer leave his house to get started working for the day. And you’d noticed the mask he wore pushed up on his forehead. That’s when the idea for a mask hit you. But you didn’t know how to make or even craft a mask, so you’d gone to the armorer and asked him about it. It was hard to grasp what he was saying clearly but after the months living with the villagers you’d picked up some stuff and could understand them some.

So you let him show you how to make a standard iron mask like his, though the first one he’d made hadn’t fit you in the end so he’d made a second after tweaking the size a bit so it’d fit your face right, since your face shapes weren’t the same. But you were thankful and said so after you put it on. Though the eye holes still revealed your eyes, which you didn’t like. You asked how hard it would be to put reflective lenses in them to prevent your eyes from being seen.

That question turned into the armorer calling over the cartographer, the stonemason, and the shepherd oddly enough to help him out. They were murmuring and crowding around the armorer’s workstation while you watched from the edge of the porch where you sat idly. You didn’t want to hover over them like some busybody, so you sat patiently to see what they came up with together. 

And after a while your patience was rewarded when they came over to show you the fruit of their collaboration. And it surprised you how gorgeous it was, which wasn’t fair since you had 4 skill masters working on it together for you.

The mask was actually very beautiful. 

It was a white half mask that only covered your eyes, forehead, and upper nose/cheeks but left the lower half of your face bare. And you think it was simply painted white because it felt about as heavy as iron, but the part that amazed you was how it almost looked Venetian in design. On the forehead of the mask was a golden sun, and golden floral swirls came from the corners of the mask and curled near the cheeks and sides of the sun on the forehead, making the mask look elegant and almost vintage.

But the best parts in your opinion were the glass lenses in the eye holes. They were reflective and the same colors as your banner! You don’t know how the villagers did it but the edges of the lens were a goldish orange and the color faded into a violet in the center. You worried you wouldn’t be able to see through them but when you put the mask on you realized the lens only gave things a VERY slight blue/grey tint. So slight in fact that you could fully ignore it if you wanted. 

And the second best part was some of the floral swirls actually swirled UP past the top edge of the mask and rested against your horns, giving the illusion that they were somehow part of the mask. Actually with the mask on you could almost trick yourself into thinking you were just wearing a cool looking Mardi Gras mask! 

You clapped your hands in glee and couldn’t help the excited sound you let out as you gushed and told them it was perfect! They all let out bashful happy murmurs and generally looked shyly pleased with your praise. You tried to give them each some emeralds but they refused to take them, grunting and shaking their heads each time you attempted to push the gems towards them. Eventually you gave up and resigned to accepting the mask as a gift, but you’d definitely do something nice for them later, to make up for their hard work.

…

You’d taken to wearing the mask at all times when not in the privacy of your temple. Which wasn’t very hard to get accustomed to. The mask was lightweight and the lenses honestly helped shield your eyes from the glare of the sun so win/win. And it also made your horns, in your opinion at least, less in your face. Which was good because they were definitely still growing. You could tell. And the split in the tip was now more pronounced, making you wonder if they were like… reindeer antlers? It would fit with the tail currently growing out the base of your spine, said tail that now looked REALLY like a fluffy little deer tail since the hair/fur on it had dried. 

One good thing was that your tail wasn’t long or huge and could actually be hidden relatively easily under a shawl you tied around your waist. So that was one less thing to worry about. Though your life would infinitely be easier if you didn’t have to deal with all this inhuman bullshit. But you supposed life wasn’t fair and expecting it to be was foolish. 

“At least I’m not part some weird animal like an aardvark or something…” you mumble to yourself, trying to view this whole thing in a ‘glass half full’ sort of way. 

You’d decided to relax and unwind from your recent discovery by just taking things easy for a while. First day since you got the mask and such you just chilled and started a small farm for yourself. You didn’t need the food but the process of building the farm and toiling the earth and then sowing the seeds was actually pretty therapeutic. The repetition of it all was pretty calming. Just you, your gardening tools, and the earth beneath your feet.

The days following were pretty much the same. You’d tend your garden first thing in the morning after your shower, then you’d go off to find something else easy to fill your time. You took up feeding the animals, making flower boxes and planters around the town to make it more colorful, potion brewing, and even fishing. Which was what you were doing right now actually.

You were sitting on the edge of the pond next to your temple, bare legs in the cool water and your back resting against the side of another grass block, an enchanted fishing rod you’d traded the town fisherman for sitting stuck in the ground next to you while you relaxed. The day was actually quite beautiful and nice. Sun streamed down over you from between the bamboo behind you, fluffy fat bees buzzed overhead as they hunted lazily for pollen, and you were close to dozing off.

“Hnn! Hnn! Hnnn!!”

At least you would have dozed off if you hadn’t heard one of the villagers sorta freaking out. You looked up and saw one of the farmers panickedly shuffling about at the top of the small hill to your left. You wondered if zombies got into the village again? But no it was sunny out, they’d be burning if they did. Illagers maybe? But how would they have gotten around the bamboo and prickly berry bushes?? Well there wasn’t anything else for you to do than do see what was wrong.

You put away your fishing rod, got up and dusted yourself off before hurrying up the hill after the villager. You trailed after them down the lantern lit path but so far didn’t see anything, but you perked up when you heard telltale sounds of one of the iron golems fighting something and taking damage. That put some urgency in your gait and soon you were running to see what was going on. You rush past the fletcher’s home and then the cartographer’s right after but nothing. Then you finally round the corner where the market is set up and see at the very end of the path next to the cleric’s church is the altercation. 

You sprint down the path, yelling for the villager’s to stay inside until you ring the town bell as you run past them. You hear the doors slam closed behind you and you manage to get to the problem right as your iron golem gives one last cry before getting poofed. You gasp sadly and then glare when you hear cheering. A blond boy that was shorter than you hopped down from a dirt block tower and scooped up the fallen iron ingots the poor iron golem dropped upon its death.

You were so pissed that you ignored the nagging feeling in the back of your focus that said this kid looked familiar. It wasn’t until he finally turned to look at you that it hit you. Holy shit this kid looked… and sounded.. like that minecraft youtuber, TommyInnit.. Like eerily so. You’re glad you’re wearing your mask so he can’t see the deer in headlights (*ba-dun-ts*) look on your face at the sight of him. And your shock didn’t fade with him speaking. If anything it reinforced the idea that this kid was weirdly reminiscent of that youtuber. 

“Holy fuck! You are a MASSIVE woman. Wait, who the fuck are you?!” he said in a loud tone of voice as he looked up at you. It made your eyebrows furrow. You were NOT that big! He was just short! You even crossed your arms and told him so, which earned a snicker from the little brown haired boy in dark green overalls next to him. The blond boy scoffed, looked fully offended, snarked back that you were about the same height as a ‘bloody fuckin’ iron golem!’ so yes you were huge.

You glared at the little TommyInnit look alike and instead of arguing about your height you started scolding both boys, which they hadn’t really.. expected? At least from the surprised looks on their faces (which still had the roundness that came from baby fat). The brunet rubbed his elbow and sort of toed the dirt under his feet while the blond crossed his arms and almost looked to be pouting from the scolding.

“My height isn’t the issue here! The issue is you two barging into my village, killing one of my iron golems, stealing the loot from it, and scaring my poor villagers!! What in the hell were you two thinking?” 

The blond tried to cut in, to defend himself but he barely got out the first syllable before you held up your hand to signal for him to silence himself as you snapped,

“I do NOT wanna hear it! You treat others this way?? Like they’re nothing, like their possessions and peace of mind don’t mean a damn thing?! Shame on you both!!” 

By the end the two boys looked properly scolded. The brunet wondered if THIS is what it felt like to get scolded by one’s mother, and if it was then he’d like to avoid it for the remainder of his life. And the blond meanwhile actually didn’t have anything to say, or more accurately he didn’t know what to say to not feel like he was in massive trouble.

You meanwhile were just annoyed at this point, so you held you hand out (causing both boys to give you wondering looks) before you demanded the iron ingots that the blond stole from your slain iron golem. He got all in a huff, saying he earned them and they were just ingots- but you slapped that train of thought down with an angry,

“EARNED?? More like STOLE! After you killed my iron golem! Now give them back! I have to use them to make a new golem to protect this village.”

The blond sputtered, face blooming red at being blatantly called out on his theft, before muttering in embarrassment and pulling the ingots out and practically tossing them at you. You caught them and returned them to your inventory before shaking your head at the two and saying they should leave if their only goal in your village was to kill and destroy property. The small brunet quickly spoke up and said,

“No wait, we didn’t come just to mess stuff up! We came cuz Tommy said he found this place last week and it wasn’t the usual village so we wanted to explore it.”

Your stomach churned at the name.. Tommy. This was getting weird again. Way too fucking weird. But you resisted clenching your teeth anxiously like you wanted, instead you raised an eyebrow they couldn’t see and shot back,

“Oh yeah? And how did that escalate into killing my iron golem?”

This time it was ‘Tommy’ who cut in and said it had been an accident! They’d apparently been looking around when Tubbo (you felt queasy now after hearing that name too…) started fighting a spider and Tommy came over to help him, but in the process he accidentally hit the iron golem, who got pissed and smacked him.

“I ran from the thing and towered up three blocks! I knew it wouldn’t let up so I had to kill it! S’not my fault the bastard was holding a grudge!!” Tommy said heatedly, arms still crossed defiantly.

You wanted to rub your temples in exasperation but couldn’t without removing your mask. And like hell you were showing these kids your weirdo inhuman eyes. Though… if they really were the characters from.. the videos you got hooked on? Honestly this whole thing was 10 times weirder than the stupid glowy eyes or even the horns or tail.. Like this has to be proof you’re really dreaming or in a coma or something. What other logical explanation could there BE? These kids aren’t real. Nothing here is. It CAN’T be. The real people behind these… minecraft characters? They’re not here. In this place.

Before you could do a kickflip off the edge of your sanity into a full on mental breakdown you took in a calming breath and pushed those thoughts away until you were alone to give it the proper attention. And maybe so you could have your panic attack in peace and quiet. But right now you had two kids causing ruckus in your village. So you just said,

“Yeah alright, fine. I’ll forgive you both THIS TIME. But don’t make a habit of causing trouble in my village. And you can look around and explore, just don’t steal anything or hurt any of my villagers or animals. Got it?”

The two boys nodded, happy to not have you giving them that Angry Adult Tone anymore. So you turned and started walking back to the middle of the village, calling for them to come on. You had to ring the village center bell to tell everyone everything was okay.

Both boys shared a glance before Tubbo smiled and started jogging after you, Tommy right behind him, both curious about you and your village.

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NICK’S OFFICIAL FIC RECS

check back later; i’ll be updating this as i read more fics! ★ - personal favorites

★ hold my hand tight (we’ll make it another night)

status - completed length - 25 chapters / 83k words CWs - labeled by chapter thoughts - amazing, i would get this entire fic tattooed on my body /srs notes - a really good SBI-centric vigilante au. literally my favorite fic ever. the content warnings are pretty accurate so make sure to pay attention to the notes at the beginning of each chapter. also highly recommend reading the sequel one shots, they were very pog

★ ours poetica

status - ongoing length - [will update when completed] CWs - labeled by chapter thoughts - AMAZING! like seriously awesome writing, very engaging.it almost felt like i was in tommy’s head with him, it was wild. notes - seriously amazing fic, like i am not exaggerating. there’s a reason this fic is all over rec lists. fair warning, you’ll end up angry on tommy’s behalf a lot throughout the fic. and if you don’t like really intense, high-stakes suspense or cliffhangers, i’d recommend not reading until the author’s finished writing the fic. there’s some karlnap on the side in this fic and, let me tell you, it’s so fucking adorable!! really well written and karl and sap are so cute together. regarding the content warnings, they’re pretty accurate but blanket content warning for themes of abandonment throughout.

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notus

status - completed length - 17 chapters / 71.8k words CWs - labeled by chapter but also warning for memory loss on and off throughout thoughts - it’s really good, but this shit HURTED let me tell you- notes - shit man, this fic changed me. i will never be the same after reading this fic. it’s really good, but it absolutely shattered my heart. like passerine-level pain. i honestly can’t reiterate how amazing this fic is and i’m always here for a good sbi + bee duo + allium duo dynamic. again, the content warnings are pretty accurate, but warning for memory loss on and off throughout because Ranboo™

you’re human tonight

status - completed length - 25 chapters / 65.3k words CWs - labeled by chapter thoughts - amazing fic, awesome writing, the author deserves more credit why doesn’t anyone talk about this fic notes - amazing writing! i think the author really nailed the characterization [which is really impressive of them considering that the fic involves 23 characters] and the character interactions are just on point, so good. i really like their worldbuilding - the way they write respawn mechanics is just to die for [/pos] and the pre-history for the dream team and sbi [+ tubbo] is so good. also the way they write dream hurts my soul in the best possible way. and they also found a way to incorporate manhunts, which i thought was really creative. overall just really amazing writing. highly recommend reading the next piece in the series [it’s called interlude: lida, just more really good writing; it’s kind of just a filler for the Big thing that happens at the end of YHT but it’s really good - lots of character bonding].

passerine

status - completed length - 7 chapters / 76.4k words CWs - labeled by chapter thoughts - you can’t leave a fandom favorite off the rec list, man. it’s really good and hella heartbreaking, literally ruined my whole summer [/lh, hj] notes - really awesome fic! tried really hard to avoid spoilers before i read it and i was pretty successful for the most part. i had an idea about the Big Thing that happens, but i was still super surprised about how everything went down and it still managed to break my heart, so there’s that. also, upon reading the fic, i found out that there’s like half of it that no one really talks about, so that was wild, but it’s really good and i think the ending is really satisfying. overall, just a massive amount of respect for thcscus for being such an amazing and talented author. good job, mate.

★ tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains

status - completed length - 26 chapters / 188.6k words CWs - labeled by chapter [DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT] thoughts - i cried. a lot. tubbo hurt my feelings a lot, too /lh. tommy innit is a badass, and he’s spun so differently in this fic /pos. just, i can’t hype this fic up enough, it was so wonderfully written and the plot execution was amazing, 7 stars, and there’s healing and healthy conflict and it’s all so good oml

★ patience and pinfeathers

status - completed length - 5 chapters / 10.3k words CWs - lying, character injury [ch1], food poisoning [ch3] - THESE ARE NOT LABELED BY CHAPTER thoughts - this was probably one of the cutest and, simultaneously, most heartbreaking fics i’ve ever read. super satisfying ending, pog character dynamics, phil is Trying to be a good father oml is he trying. i cried.

steal from me and i’ll turn the other way

status - completed length - 1 chapter / 7.2k words CWs - soft boundary breaking, misunderstandings, bad communication thoughts - i read this for comfort at like 3am while i had food poisoning and it made me cry. ultimate comfort (plus allium duo is always poggers)

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Watch "Bush - Machinehead" on YouTube

Let me in the house

It means Austin is yelling at us and threatening us and he's trying to launch his forces out of the tunnels believe us he is trying and you're finally helping that was terrible our backside was exposed and you want it and you didn't do anything and he stopped you and he has way too much hardware way too much you can't afford to have us down there with him alone no way we can imitate him there's enough of them we'll just freeze them it's cold down there

There's a few things you should know about now right here I'm just going to say this our son and daughter have worked on the entire lives and it started with just a mental hospital and they found out it's this a****** Tommy yeah who did it and he's the one who created them in order to make people weaker to invite chaos to try and kill everybody on the surface and Justin was mad and that's him and he figured out he wanted the message and he says what are you doing I said I don't think John Cena I mean Randall text Cobb and I knew who it was or what it was who we had to fight it and he said wow that's amazing and I think he's still around and attuned and boy would he be pickled pink he'd enjoy it but we think something happened to him because of it and he's been trying to kidnap our son and shut him down the whole time now he's finally getting some help and we are too and it is a huge War and it's covered too try and grab ours and we know it and we're ready and we're hiring more and I put up on the board that it's like 75 to 25% no it's like 60 to 40 and their trained and so people vows are signing on now and they're actually signing on the numbers we really need. It's huge this machine thing because you're getting on the motorcycle that says it he made us nuts on purpose and they're sitting at the benches where he will sit. They had a moment.

The song is about the movie fear and he comes up to the door and says let me in the house and it's demanding it to us and threatening people and threatening houses and people in it all over the world is getting arrested now a lot more than he was and it also means something very important

Poignant too

,.... The machine is what people should be after and they lost track of what they should be doing and over here and they're over there and cork is running after Spears which he should that's the machine they see him in space and they're wondering what to do, finally today someone put it together it said this is the machine that points him out that you're making us nuts and angry and trying to get us to the wrong thing so your clothes can have swiped out along with a lot of them too yeah and they know what it means it also means to get the machine because that's what will bend and make them bow and that's what they need themselves they need the iron and the ships and the spaceships and he's got it so they're riding these bikes and it's a reminder I'm going to bike I'm exposed I'm alone it's not dangerous but it's too escape and hide it's too evade it's to go into the woods and we don't want to go there and it's designed to make us go into the woods

He's a hero and she's a hero in that our heroes and they meant it to raise attention to the mental hospitals because they put him in it and it was a real surprise for a lot of people and you're not supposed to it's very huge taboo huge is to do that to our leader and we find a few people topside involved in him and we started nailing them and they are way out of line the sacrilege is huge and people on fire fort and a few hours then it'll start going after them with a vengeance okay they're going to go after them so hard you're going to wish you would never but near a clone cuz you get questions they're insane about it and one reason is the helmets from world War two and they didn't know about that and it is hell for people who don't get it

Thor Freya