#anyone else miss techno

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[skyestones-and-up]

Question: Does Tubbo even know that Techno broke Dream out of prison??? He’s been totally isolated from everything up until this point, save for Techno himself (before Eret joined the party), and Techno obviously wouldn’t say anything. He knows Sam killed Ranboo because Techno told him, but does he know anything else???

[infinitystation]

*watches the same technoblade video 5 times in a row*

[rgbstatic]

i think in both regards to story, and in terms of meta/real life

doomsday and the destruction of l’manberg killed the server.

whether people were for or against or apart of l’manberg or not, it was a gathering point that brought people together to talk. it was a place people would hang out. it was a place with lots of chests to steal food and supplies from. in new l’manberg so so many people spent their time their even if they were completely unaffiliated or lived somewhere else.

storywise when it was destroyed, the story just lost a central characteristic for conflict, and a very important thing. l’manberg wasn’t just a place. it was ideals it was imagery, it was a goal, it was safety it was so many things, and with it gone with no hopes of returning, no matter how many new places people built they were all empty and never the same.

and with it gone everyone literally had to go their own ways. everyone who gathered there went far far away to make their own homes.

on a meta standpoint, people like talk about how much they miss old dream smp streams and that’s because of the non serious lore streams. where walking down a path and bumping into someone could lead to goofing off or serious talks.

where tommy could build a pathway from manberg to pogtopia for prime and for the upcoming rebellion, and get caught by a vice president who decided it was his day off and he was going to roleplay as a mcdonald’s worker.

it’s how you have tommy and tubbo goofing off on the server not doing lore, only for schlatt to see and they go lore mode and have to make up a pregnancy excuse.

it’s how you got silly serious moments. it’s also just straight up how you had people interact. if everyone lived hundreds of blocks away, it’s harder to just randomly run into each other while building or running to do something, meaning you’re less likely to talk, and less likely for anything to happen.

when l’manberg acted as a central hang out spot, people built their homes in close proximity, they would stick around the area and things naturally happened.

destroying l’manberg was, in my opinion, the worst thing they could have done. doomsday did very very little narratively to the story. the community house gathering did more to the story than doomsday did. and it was awful because tommy rallied people behind him to fight in doomsday not for him, but because if they could do this to l’manberg what would stop them from doing it to every other group.

and everyone fought, and despite an entire server fighting it was pointless.

the only thing doomsday did was force people to hide. and you can make claims for ranboo who went to live with phil and techno- but ranboo’s character arcs could’ve had a very similar outcome by staying with almost anyone else.

no l’manberg ultimately just drove everyone away, and there was never any serious or successful move to make anything on that server take its place, to fill the hole, so there was nothing to actively pull things together. no driving force or motivation, nothing to supply passive roleplay, nothing to bring people together.

everyone lost on doomsday. that loss of l’manberg meant no one could ever win again. just think about it. after doomsday, it was loss after loss.

the final disc confrontation? tommy and tubbo lost. they were rescued, but they lost their fight, and it was a trap anyway.

dream in prison? well he has punz on the outside, doesn’t matter, and he can control ranboo, and he still got to kill tommy AND ghostbur. it was a loss. and he escaped.

every single fight after. quackity lost, wilbur lost, tommy and tubbo lost again, and again. the server for everyone ended in a loss.

there was not ever a win again. usually in stories, after losses, you want something good to happen to make those hardships worth it. just like when good things happen you want bad things to happen to make it worth it, you need a balance.

think of the revolution. the up and down rollercoaster. the freedom into war into loss and death into hope into loss into compromise into win.

the election was a nail biting race where depending on who you voted for, was lose and a win. for tommy and wilbur it was a loss, but they quickly gathered things up, they had hope, and they had energy, and a plan, and techno joined and they were confident. there were ups and downs up until doomsday, afterword no character seemed to get an up. any positive was immediately trivialized. for example tommy’s decided to try and heal and make a hotel which was immediately turned into a problem where people tried to fight him over it and then he died. or he got a pet that made him happen and everyone tried to set it free or kill it. he finally starts to feel safe no relax and dream breaks loose, and he is endlessly stalked the entire time, and he dies alone with his abuser and his abuser’s accomplice.

there is never an up after doomsday, and killing l’manberg that day killed the dream smp.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

great achievements my piece for the @technoblade-first-try-challenge my prompt was: technoblade braiding his hair highly inspired by this post

/dsmp /rp

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Dream shifted uncomfortably beneath the heavy cape.  It was too hot to wear inside the cell, if he were being completely honest with himself, but the weight and coverage granted the illusion of safety.  “Illusion” was the key word here; he wasn’t safe.  Not here, not with anyone.

Yet, Technoblade sat behind him, carefully twisting his long hair into a delicate braid and then curling it within itself, making something of an updo.  A few hours ago, he had Dream crouched over the cauldron and washed through the matted strands the best he could, and then he waited for it dry while occasionally combing through it with his fingers.  Once that was done, he sat Dream down and did his best to put it into a style that won’t get mangled again.

“I’m bored.  Not much else to do,” was Techno’s excuse.

Dream’s excuse would’ve been something along the lines of ‘I had my back to him many times already.  He would’ve hurt me already if he was determined.  He’d wait until I was asleep.’ but he didn’t say it.

“Ya know, there’s no mirror in here.  I could make you look like anythin’ and you’d have no idea,” Techno deadpanned at some point, breaking the silence suddenly and making Dream jump.

“Don’t put a dick on my head,” Dream rebutted.

“Dream.”

“Or... uh, that sounds bad.  Uh, don’t... don’t put my hair in the shape of a penis.”

“I was thinkin’ Pennywise hair myself, actually.  Or maybe double pigtails-- a bit of Harley Quinn action.”  He placed two fists on the top of Dream’s skull, miming where pigtails might have sat on him.

“Harley’s cool,” Dream granted.

“You ever see all of my braids?”

It seemed like a dumb question.  They were hard to miss.  There were many brains of different sizes and lengths along Techno’s head, some which were adorned with beads or twisted around a colorful fabric.  “Yeah?” Dream replied.

“They’re piglin culture.  I braid the same things into my hair every wash day, and it takes forever.  They all mean different things.  There’s a warrior one, and another for all the weapons I’ve mastered.  A few spiritual ones.  One that’s matchin’ with Phil.”  He ran his finger along the side of Dream’s temple.  “I gave you one.  It’s a little hidden.”

Dream felt heat rise to his face.  His excuse would’ve been ‘It’s hot under this stupid cape of yours,’ but he didn’t say it.  “What does it mean?”

“It’s for a great achievement.  The achievement bein’,” Techno’s smile was evident in his voice.  He was awful proud of this, “survivin’ in a death box.”

“I haven’t survived it yet.  Neither have you.  Quackity could come back any day now--”

“--and we’re gonna survive it, that’s what I keep tellin’ you!  C’moooon, have some faith, c’mon.  You’re never get the ‘faith’ braid at this rate, c’mooon.”

Dream adjusted the cape on his shoulders a bit, with a smile on his face.

[onlyseokmins]

strawberry & cream • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), "established" undefined relationship (?)

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, delayed orgasm (m), subby!gyu technically yeah uh huh, he's pussy whipped okay, lots of baby/good boy, lowkey i'm crying, consensual video recording/nude pictures taken, cumming inside wheee, mild aftercare!! lmk if i missed anything :)

WC: ~3k

A/N: I finally posted smth!! Was thinking of one of the dialogues in class last week lmfao and this is what happened. I'm procrastinating on everything else bc i'm unhappy w/ how they've been turning out but this one isn't too bad... turned out longer than i thought and i even made a quick banner ehehe 🤞🏻 enjoy ~

"You look like you've never felt the touch of a real man."

It's a comment that would have pissed you off if a stranger dared to say it to you. But you know who this tall drink of water is so you agreeably play along. First, taking a sip from the golden liquor swirling in your glass before smirking.

"How observant of you to pick up the fact that I prefer the company of women. They're lovely, kind, beautiful… " Your pointer finger extends to tap against tan skin exposed by the black dress shirt's two unfastened buttons. You lean in close to the tall man as your nail lightly draws circles causing him to groan. "And so soft and supple."

You pull away the minute Mingyu's eyelashes flutter shut when he breathes in the scent of the familiar perfume you're wearing. 

"Unlike you."

Chocolate brown eyes snap back open at your comment but you've already disappeared from his sight. Easily navigating through the crowded dance floor, the gyrating bodies grooving to the catchy techno beat naturally part for you to make your way through.

A large hand wraps around your wrist right before you arrive at the open center. You're swift to hide your knowing smile before he spins you around to face him, sweat glistening on his brow. It doesn't surprise you that Mingyu finds it difficult to move as lithely as you. Although tonight, it just might be the fastest time record he's found you.

"You were quick."

It's a chase and it's a game. Not the way one might think. Even with such a tall figure staring into your eyes, it's you who holds the upper hand. Like a cat tricks a mouse into thinking its escape and safety are secured, you let Mingyu play his cards like he has the winning royal flush.

Unlike a rodent, though, he very well knows to not have a false sense of security. He's well aware of who has the control. You.

But that doesn't mean he'll give in easily.

"Didn't let anyone catch me."

"Atta boy."

He preens under your praise. Mingyu's approachable. Despite his devilishly handsome features, one goofy smile is enough to put anyone at ease. Convince them to talk him up, thinking they might score a chance. But ever since this little "thing" between the two of you started, when that sly glint in your eyes lured him right where you wanted, he's gotten more efficient at blowing people off. 

Just to be the lucky one to have you.

You wish you could be annoyed or tired of him. Content to flirt with one of the many other pretty women and men vying to get your attention. But once again, it seems like you'll be going home with your little brother's best friend.

Warm hands roam your body. Eager to nudge his thigh between yours, you can feel the pleased grumble in his chest under your palms. He likes your outfit. Fingers tease at the large open slits around your waist, hooking underneath the silver double chain that decoratively runs across your hip bones. He tugs up questioningly and raises his eyebrows at the saucy wink you send him.

"Lace and beads," you challenge, "or nothing on at all?"

Mingyu wrinkles his forehead in thought, biting his lip at the faint detection of something hard amidst the heat of your cunt pressing into his thigh. "Fuck, you're dirty."

"What's your guess?"

"What do I get if I'm right?"

"Shouldn't you be asking what's the punishment going to be if you're wrong?"

"I'm sure I'll like it either way."

The disco lights blur when he spins you again, the narrow tip of your heels almost make you lose your balance if he didn't have such a steadfast hold on you. Like he'd let you go on his own accord. If possible, he presses the back of your body even tighter against his firm body so you can feel how much he wants you. Not that it's hard to miss, tight pants almost unable to contain such thick thighs, well-shaped ass, and specifically his dick bulge — especially when it's straining against its leather confines.

"Naughty boy."

"Says the one that always looks so fuckable every time we meet," his tongue plays with the tiny hoop on the upper part of your ear. "So goddamn sexy."

"Bet if I told you to, you'd take out your dick for me right now. Slip it right inside of me in front of all these people."

The change in music drowns out his reply but you can easily tell what it is by the desperate roll of his hips. Like a puppy in heat, he grinds pathetically against the thin blue material covering your body searching for some semblance of relief.

You snake an arm behind his neck to grab at the fluffy locks he's growing out because he knows you like to pull at it. Mingyu readily brings his lips to your neck to lather you in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Throwing your head back against his shoulder and swaying to the beat, he continues to casually explore. Wandering hands move upwards, appreciating the access to your midriff above the high waistband. 

Brushing underneath the swell of your chest, you hear his frustrated moan at the crisscrossed laces just barely stretching enough fabric to cover your breasts. His brain goes fuzzy with the thought of one light tug freeing those gorgeous tits. The only thing holding him back from doing exactly that is the not-so-subtle gaze of the pretty woman that's been keeping her eye on the two of you moving around the dance floor. 

Who she wants is uncertain. Maybe both? The two of you are trying to blend in, acting as if you're not about to tear each other's clothes off right now. A fleeting glance and you probably look like the average dancers surrounding you but a steady, piercing gaze is enough to figure out the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you.

"And you say you're not naughty, Mr. Kim."

He knows you can read him like an open book. "Only for you, god… you know the things you do to me. You alone. But fuck, is this a one-piece?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"'Course I do, how could I not? But how am I supposed to take it off? I like you better naked, after all."

"Who says you'll be the one taking it off?" Your aloof tone makes him whine and you chuckle. "Luckily, I know a very efficient way to undress."

"Gonna give me a hint?"

Mingyu knows you've started to pay zero attention to any flirtatious gazes when you're in his arms. Which is why he refuses to let go. But of course, you have other plans. You pry one of his hands away from your waist, interlocking your fingers together. Once his grip loosens enough, you step away from his warmth and firm body. Keeping your hand in his, you turn to face him and tilt your head.

"Your answer?"

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously as he weighs his options on how to answer the initial question asked. Your patience will grow thin if you have to wait any longer so he makes up his mind with a toothy grin. 

"Bet you have nothing covering that pretty pussy of yours."

Mingyu lets himself be willingly yanked forward by the hand you're still holding. His lips collide with yours and he's quick to brush his tongue across your lips, asking for entry. You hum in contemplation once you feel his hands wander down to squeeze at your ass and press your pubic bone roughly against his bulge. Your mouth opens slightly, enough so your tongue can poke out and tangle with his. It's a battle he's suddenly determined not to lose as he fights and wrestles against your dominance in his overeagerness.

You press a hand against his pectoral to try and steady him so he doesn't knock you over and feel his heart beating at a rapid pace. Pulling away, you shake your head at the way he chases after your lips. 

"You're awfully bold for someone who knows their answer is wrong."

"I love kissing you," Mingyu admits more to himself than you yet you catch it anyway. It had taken months for even a peck on the cheek to be allowed. Of course, he'd be delighted with whatever few opportunities he's granted to lavish you in and with a kiss or more.

"Savor it now, baby boy 'cause you won't get another chance tonight."

He's elated, smiling at you and puffing out his chest. Eyes darkening with a carnal desire at the strawberry and cream flavor he can taste with a swipe of his tongue over his own lips. Grateful that you said "for tonight", not forever. A thumb daringly smears the complementary lip tint even further from where it's smudged and escapes the desirable shape of your mouth.

"Oh, I look forward to whatever you have planned."

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Mingyu lowkey regrets those words an hour later when his cock is still achingly hard — oozing precum that's dripping down the entire angry red length and coating his abs. He wishes he could let his mind wander to ward off the orgasm that's been denied its release but that's impossible with you in his vicinity.

Naked. On top of him. Fuck.

You'd shown him how effortlessly you could take off a difficult clothing set. To know one's surprise, you were the one who taught him how to effectively unclasp a bra with one flick. Obviously, anyone would easily shed their clothes to have a chance with Kim Mingyu, so you figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

But guiding a man on how best to pleasure their partner was no small feat. Although the man only cared to focus on what pleased you.

Of course, it was torturing him. Duh.

Even now, the thought of you simply undressing has his jaw tensing. No one should look that good getting naked. But it's you. Doing it for him. 

"Shit!" he rasps out through clenched teeth.

"Aw, what's wrong, Gyu? Wanna cum already?"

"N-no."

"That's right, I didn't give you permission yet. Good boy."

He's panting, trying to keep his senses together but they're so dizzyingly saturated with everything that's you. 

The flashbacks.

When you'd loosened the laces and let your tits bounce out from their binds, putting on a little show for him per his request. Squeezing them together and releasing before bending over to show off the round curve of your ass and the pretty little thong you had on. Lace, chains, and beads in all the right places he'd felt earlier, you knew you could wear fancier lingerie without him ripping it because Mingyu wasn't allowed to touch.

The present.

His hands are gripping the sheets so tightly they might rip but both of you could care less about a hotel's bedding. Veins lining his arms pop out in irritation as he struggles to rein in how much he wants to touch you, knowing you let him get his fill out on the dancefloor and you'll more than likely let him cum faster if he's well-behaved.

The visuals.

You're gliding back and forth on top of his dick, not sheathing it fully inside you. Alternating between jerking him off with your hand instead while you sit on his thighs so he can feel your slick arousal all over them. He's doing so good for you and you're pleased. You'd already cummed once, making sure to slip just the tip in so he loses his mind over how tight you clench around him for kicks and giggles.

He was not beneath begging for you, knowing you thrived off of it. It would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego to have such a big, broad, beautiful man fall apart and break into pieces for you. He might've even cried, definitely feeling his eyes water in desperation now. You love it.

So much that you dismount, turning your back as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. Mingyu moans without shame but this one's out of despair. He'd rather be denied any release from the immense pleasure you've subjugated him to than ignored.

"Hush, baby boy, I just want to capture how pretty you look for me. That's okay, right?" 

"Will you let me cum? I wanna cum so bad. Pretty please?" Hips jutting up at the chill in the air making his dick uber sensitive as it flops pathetically against his stomach. "Please, please, please!" 

His "pleases" trail off into a mumbled mess of plaintive begs, big brown eyes pleading. You purse your lips in sympathy when he sniffles, shifting so you can run your hand through his bangs and then cup his flushed cheek.

"Shh, I'll let you cum baby, I will. But you know I need you to answer me." Taking pictures was already established between the two of you — both having your fair share of candid polaroids and videos stored away. But it was still a vulnerable decision and you wanted his clear consent. "Want to hear it from this mouth of yours."

Your thumb traces Mingyu's plump upper lip the same way he did to you earlier. Although you don't hesitate to slip it inside. He readily sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, using it as an anchor to stabilize his breathing and try to clear the haze clouding his senses.

"Y-yeah… Go ahead."

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard." You snap a few pictures, eating up how good his dewy skin looks under the lighting. You're kind enough to not leave him wanting for too long, finally returning to wrapping your hand around his leaking cock. "Unlike this bad boy."

"'M sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're a vision to behold, Mingyu," you scold seriously. "And never forget that."

"Oh… kay."

"You deserve to cum don't you, baby? Sorry for making you wait so long." You both know you're full of shit. You're not sorry. "Well-behaved boys deserve their rewards, I'll even film a good shot of when you cum — you decide where so you can save it for when you're lonely."

"Th-thank you," Mingyu wheezes out when you begin easing his cock between your pussy lips. Achingly you start to sink down, light spasms causing your hole to ripple delightfully around the full stretch of his girth.

"As long you don't cum until I say so or you'll end up licking it off the bed."

He's so tense you're starting to fear he could tear the mattress. Consolingly, you bring his large hands up to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and tug at them as he pleases. Like his favorite set of stress balls, he focuses on kneading them in a way that has you arching your back and causing you to fully sheathe him inside faster.

Sometimes Mingyu can win in the smallest of ways.

You let out paired sighs of relief when the bottom of your ass meets his thighs. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Inside, god please, inside!"

He babbles helplessly at the sensual way you swivel your hips but you know he can't hold on much longer and want to ensure your puppy man gets his much-needed relief. "Your wish is my command."

The guttural noise he lets out is followed by an incoherent gibberish of him thanking you as he starts to paint your inner walls white with his release. It's a long one that lasts spurt after spurt with an enormous amount of tension unloading from his entire body. You ride him through it, the pleasant way he's twitching inside you setting off your own climax and milking all that he's worth.

You're quicker to recover, obviously. Tilting your phone camera at the perfect angle, you press the red recording button and slowly move your hips up. He grumbles at the loss of your warmth but you coo at him, fingers tapping soothingly where you've braced your hand against his abs for some support.

"Look how good you filled me up, Gyu." You're speaking more to the future Mingyu that will definitely be watching this but the Mingyu now is still listening. "Such a good boy."

He whines at the view he can see, the way globs of his release ooze out of your cunt at every clench you make for show. It's dirty and sinful which is your strongest suit. You save the video and send it to him once you're satisfied, noticing the way his eyelids are starting to droop.

Shaky legs carry you to the bathroom. You return with a washcloth, making sure to be very gentle wiping him down. He shifts onto his side when you've finished and extends his arm over the spot beside him, a silent invitation for you to crawl under the covers you pulled up over his broad shoulders.

And of course, you do. Well aware of how much he likes to cuddle and cling. Mingyu's a needy man all over and a large part of you feels guilty at being unable to give him what he deserves the most.

But he keeps this game going, continually showing up at every bar or club you inform your brother you're stopping by. You're not sure if you hate it or like it. You've left many openings for him to slip away and yet the man doesn't — only insisting on getting even closer. 

Not even the cold, empty side of where you laid next to him as he fell asleep is enough to discourage him. You see, you're not wrong but Mingyu's not simply needy. He's stubborn too. 

A dreamy grin graces his face at the sight of your trademark pink post-it note left on the nightstand for him. It never says much of any substance but it's not like he bothers reading it. He presses a kiss against the lip stain you always leave on it, breathing in the tantalizing strawberry and cream scent he knows so well that emanates from it. Then he slips it alongside the many others in his wallet. Right next to his favorite nude picture of you and the expired, unused condom from the first night he tumbled into bed with you.

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[cdroloisms]

forgive me my demons but i see this take so much and it drives me a little crazy . c!Sam is stupid, obviously. He has no self-awareness, he somehow completely misses on the fact that his actions have social ramifications, he has a sense of entitlement a mile high and thinks that everyone automatically should fall in line and agree with his authority just because he decides that he has it. he navigates conversations with the grace of a wrecking ball because he assumes that everyone will agree with him being In The Right and therefore doesn't actually go for much more convincing half the time than "do what i say or you'll end up locked up in an inescapable prison." his moral compass is a roulette wheel and his justifications incomprehensible.

but at the same time, c!Sam is far from unintelligent. like, not just anyone was going to CREATE and then RUN pandora's fucking vault. he made a world eater ?? if there's like anyone on the server that could reasonably create shit to cause mass destruction across the server other than like the literal fucking nukes, then yeah it'd be him, see the world eater again. sure, he makes the craziest fucking assumptions off the fact that he's Right And Justified And The Ultimate Authority And Everyone Should Agree With That, but he's also able to lie and manipulate and gaslight and coerce and threaten pretty much without breaking a sweat if he ever deems doing so necessary for his own goals, and it's not like the methods by which he does so are like, all that clumsy either. like people absolutely bought his whole deal early on in the prison arc, believing him to be a well-meaning, burdened Warden doing Whatever It Takes for the good of the server, which did in large part have to do with how his character talked about the prison to others and such, etc. just because c!sam is crazy bonkers and expects his ex to forgive him chopping their arm off doesn't mean that he's completely incapable of being pretty damn convincing at some points.

and like, even more importantly, his being dumb really didn't make him ANY less intimidating. i'd argue that it made him A LOT WORSE, honestly! just because his moral bullshit is twisted up in knots doesn't mean that he's any less dangerous for it. c!sam is, honestly, from the top of my head, one of the most casual about being violent on the server, purely because he believes he has a Right to it. he believes that people owe him obedience by virtue of who he is. he threw several people into pandora's vault WITHOUT LIKE, ANYONE KNOWING just because he decided that they deserved to be put in prison. he kidnaps a toddler??? c!Sam really doesn't bend himself in half trying to justify things according to someone else's moral system; as he literally does in that one scene with c!Bad during the stream where they investigated Sam Bucket, he literally just. is the epitome of the guy that lets himself do shit because he has a self-written permit that says i do what i want. the only thing getting in the way of c!sam's bullshit is c!sam, and i think that people honestly chronically overestimate how much he holds himself back from horrific violence. he stabbed a teenager to Make A Point about his authority? he repeatedly threatens hannah, one of his own employees, because of things she did while being mind controlled--and then like, uses this to excuse himself of? workplace harassment? in the stream after techno escapes with dream, he literally MAKES UP A REASON to be really fucking angry at dream and then threatens TO TORTURE HIM over it. when new people joined the server he would threaten them with a sword for asking questions about the prison in a way that seemed too 'dream sympathetic.' and he regularly tells people that he would commit all the atrocities again, including ponk, because he's entirely 100% convinced that everything he does is justified?

and a lot of the stuff people hold against him, like. sure, his plan to contain technoblade didnt work, but it SURE DID WORK BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE THAT TRIED, DIDNT IT? like techno would've been decently screwed if he didn't have a statis chamber set up. and well, the situation with dream speaks for itself--he was stuck in there for ten months. a lot of what people attribute to c!Sam's stupidity really does very little if anything to make him less scary--less effective, maybe, but for every time his moral bullshit gets in the way of him getting something that he wants there's probably a few other times you can find where his ability to justify himself out of anything makes him do something fucking ridiculous . anyway i dont even have a point to all of this except c!sam is scary as fuck bro

[radios-arcade]

HELLO I AM. POSITIVELY OBSESSED W YOUR SPIDER KING SHDJAHJDHD I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOODNESS I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM EXCUSE ME WHILE I RANT Origins: Okay so obviously his name is technoblade. He lives in an alternate dimension that never quite got out of the medieval era. And at the beginning of the story he's kind of just a guy trying to make ends meet and farm his potatoes, but their kingdom is under tyrannical rule so its not exactly the easiest. They get mega taxed, people are getting wrongfully thrown in jail and executedd, people's houses are routinely searched and looted, and every day more and more land is being taken form the people that live on it. A lot of the time to make ends meet Techno steals and pickpockets, sneaking into richer areas of the kingdom and breaking into houses there during the night for anything valuable or any interesting bits and bobs for his friend/roommate. Techno lives with his best friend Phil, who's a really incredible inventor, and who recently has been working on trying to figure out the power of flight. So think Da Vinci-esque wing backpack kind of vibes.

And Phil is getting really really close to actually getting it to work, when the king's men bust in to do a 'routine check' and loot the house. So of course they find the wings, and of course they yoink them for the king. They also destroy the blueprints while they're at it, because anything that belongs to the king cannot belong to anyone else. Phil is devastated, rightfully so. That was basically his life's work, all of the parts took ages for Techno to grab, and its basically irreplaceable work. Techno decides he's had enough, and he breaks into the castle to get those wings back for Phil. Techno's honestly pretty good at breaking into places at this point, so he gets all the way to the king's vault without getting caught. As soon as he steps in he realizes that this is where all of the villages stuff is that the king's men have stolen and looted and robbed in the past, and he realizes he can't just leave it all behind. SO he throws the wings on his back and starts shoveling all of the goods and riches into his bag, throwing jewelry over his neck and onto his wrists, just absolutely everything he can carry. One such thing he takes is a golden spider totem he throws around his neck.

He's able to escape back out unscathed, but not without guard notice. He gets back to the village and starts returning all of the goods and riches and keepsakes that the king stole back to the village people. Phil is absolutely ecstatic to have his wings back, but he's also worried because its not like the king wont notice that all of this stuff is missing. Techno's passed out everything except one, the spider totem still around his neck. But if won't come off, like the spider totem's legs have physically buried into his skin. And while he's trying to get this off the soldiers ride into town. The totem isn't something he can hide, so the soldiers surround and overwhelm him, arresting him along with Phil as the main operators. Techno had obviously been a pretty big pain in not only the king's side, but most of the upper class's, and this seems to have been the last straw, so he's set for execution. They decide to kill him with the last remaining necklace on, as an example of what happens to those that take from the king. He's set under a sword to be killed, and while the king starts his speech about all of Techno's wrongs, Techno has a vision. He's visited by the blood god(specifically the god of spilled blood, blood for new life, and harvested blood) which in this is kind of a giant spider god (think kind of spiderman noir vibes ig?) The god says that the totem chose Techno, that it gave him a chance, and that if he wanted to live the god could help him. On one condition. Techno becomes the blood god's warrior and patron and carries on its message and word. Techno agrees just as the sword closes in on his neck. And Techno does die. But someone else lives. The spider totem fills his veins, mends his neck, and lifts him up onto his feet. The last remnant of it being a small emerald still embedded in his chest.

The rest of the spider totem had exploded outwards and wrapped around Techno, which is how his costume forms. Techno breaks free from the chopping block, grabs the sword from the executioner, and kills not only the executioner but the king and his soldiers. Once he decapitates the king just as the king did to Techno, he takes the crown and cloak from the body as a token and warning to any other monarchs he comes across. He and Phil, now with not only purpose but power to impose that purpose, travel to other kingdoms to take down the tyrannical monarchies that take root and set people free. He is called Spider-King by most, due to the cloak and crown he'll don from time to time, and Phil is dubbed the Vulture for the wings he flies on and how wherever he goes you know death is sure to be. They defend all they can from tyrants and corrupt monarchs, and at the end of the day they always return to their village, to home. Powers babeyy: -Spiderwebs! His spiderwebs are actually blood that he is able to thwip out from his wrist that solidify into golden spider thread as it travels outwards and connects with its target. -Supa Strength. He was already a piglin hybrid, which means mans was already pretty buff, so now he's even stronger. Lets just say it took some getting used to. -Can stick to walls. Makes it easy to sneak into places, thats for sure. -Blood God's Whisper. Think of Spidey Sense, that's what it is. HOWEVER it also entails the actual god constantly whispering in Techno's mind trying to get him to do things, in an almost constant stream

Fun Facts: -Technoblade hates the name Spider-King. He is the killer of kings. He prefers the name the Anarchist, although that eventually mutates into the Arachnist through the grapevine combined with his funky spider powers. -Many people think that Techno Blade was fully killed that day, adnt hat the Arachnist was actually an avenger of his death -he farms potatoes, we love to see it. Best in the kingdom babey -He uses his costume as a scarecrow when he's not out vigilante-ing about with Phil -The emerald remnant from the totem is permanently embedded in his skin, so he just connected a gold chain to it so people will think its a necklace. He taps it twice to activate the uniform and twice again to deactivate it bonus doodle because im eepy:

[milqueandsugar]

Hello! Could I please request a Technoblade x Reader where reader is a Phoenix hybrid, or just has wings, and some of her feathers are golden, so since Techno is half piglin, he wants to protect those wings with his life. ( Techno and Reader are dating). And one day, while Reader is sleeping, Tommy decides to “borrow” some golden feathers from Reader. And Reader does’t think much of it after she feels that some of them are missing because she knows they are gonna grow back so she doesn’t tell anyone. But Techno being Techno, notices, and gets very angry, cause “Who dares touch what is his”. From here you do whatever you want cause I have nothing else in mind. Stay safe ❤️

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Possesive behavior

Genre: Fluff

| Birds of a Feather |

"Are you molting already?"

Your lovers inquiries put a pause on your dish washing, "pardon?" You hum, snatching a dish towel from the counter top as you turned to face the piglin. "You're wings, they just look less.. " he gestured loosely as he thought about the rest of the answer. "..Fluffy" he decided on as he watched you dry your hands. "Oh gee thanks, what every phoenix wants to be told" you tease, despite Techno being rather good with words, he could be rather dumb sometimes. Dumb but loveable, an exchange you were willing to make with the man.

He shook his head quickly, sensing his mistake "no- no they look great, just.." laughing you tossed the towel at him making your way over to the dinner table to scoop his face into your hands. "Don't over work yourself big guy, I know what you mean" you tease pressing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm not molting, I lent some feathers to Tommy."

Your explanation only deepened the confused look on his face, "why would you lend feathers to Tommy?" He mumbled, pulling you into his lap. His clawed fingers running along the top of your wings, watching the light dance on the gold of your beautiful feathers. "Well technically he stole them-" "what?"

Just like that the curiosity burned away into something closer to rage. "It was harmless they were coming out anyway-" "He stole your feathers? Why didn't you say anything" he muttered, his tone low as he watched you with a hard glare. "It was harmless Tech-" "It is not, he stole from you y/n" it was a full growl this time as he released his arms to let you climb off his lap. "Tech, you need to promise me you aren't going to do something crazy," the man grunted as you grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to meet your eyes. "Technoblade-"

"I won't do anything crazy"

"Good, I'll be watching you tech" you warn, pulling away from him as you returned to the dishes. Knowing full well that your warning wouldn't do much, at least you had deniablity now.

[awesamcozy]

not wanting technos memory to be erased is one thing and at that 100% valid (me too, i miss him), but if that little pea brain of that person thinks that Techno was what he did on the DSMP and nothing else, then they should go outside and never interact with anything Techno related ever.

He was awarded an award for his courage in raising money for the Sarcoma Foundation.

He was an incredible Minecraft player. That man could game.

Hell he invested month into a potato war.

He was funny and interlectual and so so kind.

He was a nerd and loved greek mythology and lied about his name and tried to include as many people as he could.

He wanted everyone to be seen and the queer community seemingly for a while turning on him (at least from what he saw on Twitter) made him sad. He wanted to be a safe place.

He was a sell out and a little capitalist pig who was making all that money to have a fund for his siblings to go to college.

So fuck anyone who is trying to pretend like something as miniscule as a few Minecraft buildings would make anyone forget or hell, dishonor Technos memory.

Technos loved ones, his viewers and anyone who was ever graced with having heard of him, will remember him and honor him in the way they seem fit and in times of grief, those grieving deserve patience and kindness.

(sorry, sending good vibes)

💞

[elysianightsss]

MafiaBoss!Techno x reader

Summary: You let overthinking cloud your judgement and you leave your beloved mob boss alone in bed with nothing but a note to explain your absence. ‘Silly little bird, I won’t ever let you go.’

Warnings: Little angsty, fluffy. Anxieties.

ART WORK BY @abovenyx check her out! Her work is amazing!

Alone. You’d been that way for a while now, but you didn’t mind it. Or maybe you did? It’s not like you missed that many people from your past.

Well, maybe one.

The one who held you close on rainy days, linked his fingers with yours when you fidgeted, always checked that you had eaten, the one who looked at you like you hung the stars in the midnight sky. You felt like you were simply made up of broken pieces but he was the one keeping you glued together, when you left, that glue melted.

A mistake.

You didn’t have to go, you could’ve stayed but your head was winning the battle against your heart. You had let yourself be okay depending so solely on him, and that scared you. So you left a note and snuck out in the middle of the night, never to be seen again.

It’d been months, you’d wonder time and time again, did he read your note? What was his reaction?

Oh he had read your note, screwed it up and threw it in the fire. This was just your head talking, your anxieties and your overthinking. He knew that from simply reading the note.

—

“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” He asked, such offence in his tone. “I have to admit that it did take me longer than I expected it to.” His jaw clenched.

“I wasn’t hiding.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you took him in. His usually clean shaven face was graced with stubble, his eyes were darker or maybe that was just the dark circles surrounding those perfect rubies. He looked how you felt.

Broken.

“No?” He squinted, tilting his head slightly as he scanned your face, “No.” he confirmed.

“You thought you could leave me just like that?” To anyone else it would have sounded like anger but you heard the hurt. His voice wavering.

Tears filled your eyes at the pure definition of relief he was when he cupped your face. Exhaustedly sighing, his shoulders dropped when his skin came in contact with yours.

It was like he had just gotten his fix, like he could finally breath again.

“You left a note but not this?” His finger hooked in the golden choker he had given you, his name engraved on it, pulling you flush against him, another relived sigh.

“Am I supposed to leave things that are mine behind?” You couldn’t help the playfulness that had taken over your voice, even when a few tears spilled from your eyes.

“You don’t think so?” The corner of his lips turned up as his eyes flittered around your face, his warm thumbs brushing away the tears.

You shook your head gently in his hold.

“Then how could you think I wouldn’t come for you. I wouldn’t just let something that belongs to me go now would I?” Clever prick. Your scoffed, but it was more of a laugh. Actually maybe it was a cry? They all merged together you couldn’t tell.

“No I suppose you wouldn’t.” He presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply.

“Never do this again.” A question? A threat? A statement? You didn’t care, you would obey after being away from him for too long. He was your air, and you hadn’t been breathing for a while now. You had been a fool but it’s okay, he’ll correct that when your home.

“Silly little bird, I won’t ever let you go.” His strong arm wrapped around you pulling you so close you were a little dizzy. His large hand cradled the back of your head as his lips grazed over yours, brushing against each other gently. You felt the anticipation buzzing in your veins.

“Ever.” He pressed his lips to yours, practically devouring you as he licked into your mouth desperately needing to taste you again. It’d been so long. He needed you in every way he could have you. Just as you needed him.

Your head might have won the battle but your heart won the war.

[llitchilitchi]

In your copacetic au, does c!Dream ever get defensive about c!Sam and their situation-ship?

Like would he aggressively proclaim how they feel about each other and try to convince everyone else to let them go, or would it be more like a sad denial/reassurances and just tell positive stories about c!Sam? Would c!Sam try to defend himself, too?

(Also on a smaller note you mentioned that the Revengers were looking for Michael, did they find him during all this mess)

when Dream's first found, he screams for Sam. it's panicked and loud and desperate, and Sam can't tell if that's because Dream's scared of the consequences of being discovered or the fact that Tubbo is holding a massive axe. he never gets to find out, because Techno blocks him with his own sword, keeping a distance between the two. their eyes meet over Techno's shoulder, and Sam knows the exact moment they both realise that this is Dream's way out.

still Dream cowers and hisses at anyone who comes close to him, until Techno steps over with a tired sigh. Dream doesn't fight beyond a few offended insults thrown at Techno as he's picked up like a small child. (Sam hoped that he would be the only one who gets to handle Dream like this.) but he's not angry. he's not fighting back. Sam watches his project be carried away while Eret holds a blade to his throat.

the panic comes back only once Dream realises that Sam is not following. he looks around, demands Techno stops and it takes everything in Techno to stop the idiot from falling out of his arms.

"Sammy's nice to me," he insists, even days later.

"Can I see him?"

"Is he coming to visit?"

"He was good to me."

Ponk wonders if Dream clings to Sam out of the fear of being alone. despite the hickeys, and despite the claims that Dream was okay with all of it, Ponk struggles to see how any of it was ever okay.

he never uses fancy words, doesn't call them a couple, doesn't say they were in a relationship. then again, he denies him and Techno being friends, at which Techno only snorts and tells him to keep lying to himself.

(Dream wonders if Sam is locked up, somewhere far away, or if he left him behind the moment the server found out about them. if it was easier for him to walk away without thinking of it too much, like George and Sapnap and everyone else. the thought alone hurts more than everything the Warden did to him.)

Sam paces in his room, and as soon as the door opens he crosses the few steps to the exit and grips Bad's arms with enough force to bruise.

"Where is he?" he demands, and Bad drops the food in his hands as he startles.

"You know you're not allowed to see him," he remindes, almost chastises.

Sam hisses, takes a step back from his once friend.

"How is he?" he tries again.

"Better, not thanks to you though," Bad huffs. "I'm not telling you anything more, Sam! You ruined him!"

"Does he miss me?" Sam asks, finally, and he feels a sick warmth spread through his chest when Bad huffs and leaves the room. he pretends it's longing.

(while Techno wrestles Dream out of his corner, huffing and sighing at Dream's shoves and childish insults, Tubbo steps away from the scene. he calls for Michael, hopes to hear his son call back as he passes what he assumes is Sam's bedroom, and then takes the stairs down. his eyes well with tears when he pushes a door open and Michael turns away from a cloth chicken, dropping the toy to go hug his dad.)

[firesnap]

I have tentative hope in my heart that we're going to get lore in the next week. I still have faith that Wilbur's doing his best to get it organized and move forward with it now that he's not traveling.

But that little bit of hope makes me think back on the last stream again. I find it interesting that we were presented with three big Wilbur relationships -- Tommy, Techno and Philza -- and each of them have a pretty marked difference in how they act toward Wilbur than in the past.

Interestingly, Tommy's the one that's shifted the most. I was talking about this on discord earlier, but Ksusha was making a joke about how she missed Mean Girls era of Crime Boys and it made me pause. She's right -- that sort of acidic but complex vibe they had right after Wilbur revived has mellowed greatly. Mostly though, it looks like it can be contributed to Tommy changing how he handles Wilbur more than anything Wilbur's done. The joke we made was Tommy went from telling Wilbur to die and no one wants him around to acting like Wilbur will shatter with a gust of strong wind.

And it's interesting because, well, we slowly watched this shift happen. We saw that conversation with Foolish where Tommy decided to throw in all of his chips and not give up on Wilbur. We saw the reactions after when people would mention Wilbur around Tommy -- Sapnap and Quackity and Tubbo and Philza all hearing Tommy go from wishing Wilbur had never come back to calling him brother again. We saw the little moments in Ho16 and the tentative peace Tommy kept extending.

So what makes Bust interesting is that it's sort of a cumulation of this change and a marker for comparing Tommy of the past to his current development. We don't know if Tommy knows the details of what happened between Quackity, Wilbur and Ranboo. He left the room when Wilbur wanted to talk about it with Phil. However, Tommy can tell Wilbur is spiraling. Tommy knows what that looks like better than anyone else.

And there's a difference to Tommy's approach this time. There's still the unwavering loyalty -- Tommy helps Wilbur, it's all he ever does really. But it's more quiet than those attempts to reach Wilbur in Pogtopia. This is a Tommy weathered by his own grief and trauma, but also an emotionally intelligent kid who learns from the past. Pushing Wilbur into a corner with how Wilbur was fucking up and Wilbur wasn't acting like himself just made Wilbur double down in Pogtopia. He agreed with Tommy and shut down. Tommy didn't have the right tools to deal with that anger and grief and sadness before, and he still doesn't, but he's willing to change direction and try something else.

Now it's making Wilbur laugh and being a little more observant than the past. Now it's accepting when Wilbur needs pushed and, for the first time, seeing when pushing Wilbur would likely result in Wilbur lashing out.

Like, there's something to pull at here at this being Tommy's redo of Pogtopia. Tommy, who constantly chooses to stay by Wilbur, is on a shallow level repeating what he always does -- staying at Wilbur's side, but it isn't the same. He questions Wilbur and the questions seem a little more pointed. He's showing a patience that he didn't possess back in the ravine.

He's not going to give up, but I think we are seeing a Tommy who is already trying a different approach. It's more subtle, it's a little quieter than before but, then again, that's sort of how Tommy is these days too.

This ended up so much longer than I intended. Sorry if you made it this far and hopefully the little long post thing on Tumblr works.

[the-final-sif]

If you want to, could you write a continuation of your last post where Michael reunites with Dream?

I don’t know if this is a request, bc you said once it’s okay if it’s about one of your current AUs? If it is, feel free to ignore this with no guilt (/gen)! I don’t want to stress you out or anything!

// Yeah stuff about my aus is always fine to ask about. Also if I don't feel like writing something I will just leave it for later so don't worry about that.

The three day journey home through the nether was stressful to say the least. News of Tubbo killing Sam had spread quick, and neither Tubbo nor Techno felt like trying to reason with the rest of the server. While Tubbo held out hope that his former friends wouldn't harm Michael, they were going to demand answers about Dream and...

Well, Tubbo wasn't going to give any. Dream clearly hadn't kidnapped Michael, he hadn't even known who Michael was. Instead he'd taken the time to save a random toddler from Sam's clutches, one who he might not've ever met before his escape. Tubbo owed him for that, and he owed Techno for helping him through the kidnapping of his son and loss of his husband. So, regardless of his own feelings about Dream, he'd keep quiet.

There were several close calls near the server hub, but each time they managed to remain undetected. Michael knew to keep quiet when Tubbo hushed him. He stayed compliant in Tubbo's arms as he carried him, only tugging to be let down when he needed something. The toddler was good at traveling discreetly. Too good at it. Tubbo's heart ached, but there wasn't much to be done about it in the moment.

Finally though, they made it back to Techno's cabin. The plan was for Tubbo to get fresh food and spare winter clothing for Michael and then head off to the spare house he and Phil had built nearly four months ago. Nobody else on the server knew about it, meaning they'd be safe there until Ranboo could be revived. Away from everyone, Dream included. Tubbo didn't even plan to spend the night at the cabin, not when Phil's group was due back at any moment.

When Tubbo pushed his way into the cabin, that plan went out the window and burned the house down on it's way out.

It turned out that Phil beat them back home, although not by much. There was still snow on his wings, not yet melted by the heat of the cabin. He and Niki were supporting a swaying Dream in the living room.

The sight of the man still made Tubbo's heart clench, even after all this time. It took a second, but he reassured himself. He was fine. Nothing was going to happen here. Besides, if their prior encounter was any indication, Dream wasn't capable of standing at the moment, let alone hurting anyone. This was fine.

Tubbo intended to turn around, to go wait at Phil's house instead, but Michael had other ideas. The moment his eye locked onto Dream he lurched, slipping out of Tubbo's arms and skittered down in a barely contained fall.

Michael was racing forward before anyone had a chance to react. By the time Tubbo's brain caught up with the situation, Michael had thrown his arms around Dream's leg. A warbling noise came from the piglin child, one that even Tubbo recognized as delighted.

What?

Nobody else knew how to react. Phil and Niki stood frozen at Dream's side as he finally seemed to notice the toddler attached to his leg. That ever present mask tilted down and one hand moved to pat Michael on the head (although only after missing twice).

"Hey, Michael-" The man started, only to break off into a fit of coughing that didn't subside. Growing steadily worse as Dream tried to regain his breath.

That was enough to push the room into action, Phil and Niki quickly maneuvered Dream down onto the couch. Michael was still clinging to his leg, obviously distressed by his condition. Behind Tubbo, Techno reached out to move him out of the doorway with a gentle hand so he could enter as well. From his expression, it looked like he wanted to say something, but Dream's worsening condition took priority. He turned to Phil instead, who was trying and failing to remove Dream's mask.

"That doesn't come off. Sam tried it already. You'll need to get him to move it to the side so he can drink. What should I go get?"

Phil cursed under his breath, switching his efforts to trying to guide one of Dream's hands up to the mask instead. It was Niki who answered after taking Dream's pulse.

"Topical healing potions, water breathing and strength if you have them. Water and bandages too."

That gave Techno pause.

"No plain regen or healing?"

"Nope."

Techno shuffled off to grab the requested items, and Tubbo realized he'd been frozen for nearly two minutes now. Unable to process his son holding Dream's free hand, whining and snuffling as Phil tried to help the man breath again. Not even sparing a though for how weird it was that Phil wasn't using regen or healing potions on this dire a condition.

Finally, he managed to shake off the feeling of dread building in his chest. This was fine. Michael was probably just upset to see the person who rescued him from Sam sick. That was all.

Taking several steps forward, Tubbo reached out for the toddler. Trying not to take him by surprise.

"Hey- Michael, buddy? We need to go right now. I'm going to take you home, we can visit everyone later, okay?"

Michael looked up at him, and to Tubbo's surprise there was a fire burning in his eye. He seemed to consider Tubbo's words before fiercely shaking his head. Little hands clutching Dream's tightly.

What was going on? It made sense for Michael to worry about Dream, but this was extreme. Michael hadn't even been this clingy towards Tubbo or Ranboo before... everything.

Acting impulsively, Tubbo reached out to grab Michael. He expected the boy to fuss but comply. Surely, he'd understand later why Tubbo needed to get him to safety. That while Dream may've saved him, Dream was not safe.

Michael disagreed.

When Tubbo's hands closed around Michael's waist, the reaction was instantaneous. Sharp nails lashed out to gouge Tubbo's arms and before he could pull away, teeth were digging into his left hand with enough force that he lost control. Flailing as he lurched backwards, landing on the ground in shock.

Phil and Niki both paused their work to stare at the two of them, mostly Michael whose eye had taken on a shade of pink. A tell-tale sign of an enraged piglin.

What. The. Fuck.

Little snorting huffs came from the toddler as he returned to grasping Dream's hand, eye narrowed and firmly fixed on Tubbo. A clear threat.

Tubbo felt tears spring to his eyes, not out of pain but out of confusion and anger. Michael had never bit him before, had never bit anyone before. Not like this. What happened to his son?

Before any of them could move, Techno reentered the room. He took one look at the situation, at Michael near feral and at Tubbo on the ground only a few feet away.

"Heck. Alright. Niki, take these." The supplies he was carrying were quickly handed off to Niki, before Techno moved to help Tubbo up, steering him out of the room. Tubbo wanted to protest. He couldn't leave his son in there! He'd only just gotten him back, and Dream was there! What if he woke up and did something? What if he'd already done something? What if that was why Michael was acting like this?

"Tubbo, I need you to take some deep breaths with me. I know you're freaked out, but you've gotta breathe. Michael's fine. You'll be alright."

Right. Breathing. That was a smart move. It took a little while, but Tubbo managed to get himself under control. Enough to speak.

"What- What happened to him? Why is he- Michael attacked me. He saw me as a threat!"

"Yeah. I was worried something like this might happen." Techno paused, clearly not wanting to elaborate but not having much of a choice. "Michael- He's young. And he's been through a lot. It's been almost seven months now, and- Well, kids are bad at remembering stuff. 'Specially when they're this young. He might just need more time, but... there's a chance Michael doesn't remember you very well."

Tubbo's heart dropped. His world was shattering around him. What had been left of it, anyways. Techno plowed forward.

"It's okay- I mean, not like, okay, but it's workable. Give it time and he'll bond with you again. It's just- It's gonna take time. He won't trust you again right away. And-"

Here Techno paused, clearly picking his words very carefully.

"We'll have to wait until Dream wakes up to get a gist for everything that went on. I dunno how much he and Michael interacted. But clearly they bonded at some point. I should've known from how he reacted to Dream's scent. Separating them right now- Uh. Yeah. Not gonna be a good idea."

At some point in Techno's statement, Tubbo could feel himself go numb. He'd finally gotten his son back, finally ended the nightmare he'd been living through, only to plunge straight into another. It didn't feel real. It wasn't fair.

"Hey, I get this isn't easy. It totally sucks! But it'll work out. Dream's not gonna hurt Michael. I mean, with the state he's in I don't think he could hurt a fly if he wanted to, but he's also not dumb. It'd get him nowhere. And Michael will come around, just give him some time, okay?"

Tubbo nodded, if only to end this conversation. He needed- Fuck. He didn't know what he needed. He needed everything to just be okay again, but that wasn't going to happen.

While Techno didn't look convinced, Phil saved him by calling out for Techno in the other room. With a long look, Techno left to help.

After a moment, Tubbo followed. He didn't enter the living room, he hovered outside in the hallway. Watching as Michael stayed curled up by Dream's side while the others worked around him. As Michael growled whenever someone looked like they might try to move him away.

When he wasn't feeling threatened, Michael looked... content. Like there was nowhere else he wanted to be but by Dream's side.

Watching the scene, Tubbo no longer had anything to distract him from thoughts that had been wandering around in his head since he found his son again.

The one he kept coming back to, the one that kept bouncing around in his brain as he watched his remaining family from the outside, was simple but damning.

Sam didn't know any sign language. Tubbo knew that for a fact. Books on the subject were hard to come by. Teachers even more so. During their trip through the nether, it'd become clear that Michael knew quite a bit of sign. Learning would've months of practice. So, how on earth had Michael learned so much in his time away?

Hidden away deep inside himself, Tubbo knew the answer. But he didn't want to think about it. He wanted a way out of that possibility.

Somehow, he had a feeling the universe wasn't going to be that kind to him.

[mvalentine]

Top Nine Shows

thank you sm for the tag bestie <3 @kalorphic

also i feel as though i have to defend my choices so:

htgawm: nothing to defend honestly. miss annalise keating is the epitome of a girlboss and she did absolutely nothing wrong!

gilmore girls: my ultimate comfort show <3

lucifer: a devil with crippling daddy issues? sign me up :)

never have i ever: not the *best* show ever, but i had to put in here for the brown girl rep <3 also as much as people hate on devi i fucking love her, she’s a little bit too relatable to younger me sometimes tbh, but also just let protagonists of color be messy okay!

pretty little liars: “call of your techno boy toy or i tell the cops what your mom keeps in the lasagna box” enough said!

fleabag: phoebe waller-bridge. do i even need to say anything else?

brigerton: because kanthony <3 s2 is the superior season idc what anyone says!

shadow & bone: for the crows aka the lomls + nikolai king of ravka & also king of my heart

love is blind: i live for the mess okay! sue me!

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