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sunspray-peak · 2 years ago

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Ch. 4: Mines & Magic Pt. 1

TUESDAY - SPRING 2

Achilles woke to the blaze of the sun streaming through his bedroom windows. Any signs of yesterday evening’s rainstorm had faded away.

After adding “blackout curtains” to the shopping list, he flipped his notebook (the one he carried everywhere) to compile today’s To-Do list.

*****

High on a hearty (and rare) nine hours of sleep despite a rather empty stomach, Achilles spent the morning walking the land, minutely mapping out the property and taking note of anything—trees, mostly, but also the stray boulder—that he’d need to remove. As he wasn’t sticking around to farm, his primary goal was to mainly clear the land and provide its new owners a virgin field to do with it whatever they pleased.

Then again, he couldn’t leave it entirely barren. That’d just be sad. Yes, he’d make sure to spice things up a smidge—he’d have to make sure the farm still looked capable of sustaining life if he wanted to attract buyers.

Now, Achilles couldn’t tell good soil from bad soil (although he had skimmed an article while brushing his teeth that morning), but he had nevertheless come to Stardew Valley prepared with a respectable amount of research, and by lunch had already narrowed down his list of decorative plants that would grow well in the widely volatile Valley environment.

That being said, he hadn’t quite anticipated the extent of his inheritance’s crumbling condition, and after walking among what he estimated now was roughly 2 acres—smaller than he had originally thought after yesterday’s quick perusal, but still large enough for him—he knew he’d have to reexamine the renovation timeline he had drawn up before his arrival.

He had hoped to have Strawberry Farms on the market by Summer. Now it was still do-able, of course—it was way too early for Achilles to wave the white flag—but it’d take some work. A lot of planning. Fine. Great! It was exactly how he liked it. Exactly what he needed.

After confidently concluding the map he had drawn was relatively accurate and to scale (an early interest in comic books had had him sent to private art classes as a child), Achilles rolled up his sheets of graph paper and took himself and his grumbling stomach to Pelican Town to grab a late breakfast from Pierre’s.

Mercifully, Abigail and her poor drink-making skills were nowhere to be found. He did meet Caroline, however, Pierre’s green-haired wife (unnatural colors must’ve run in the family), who told him that if he was looking for her daughter, he might want to try the mountains.

“She may be over at Robin’s with Sebastian,” she said, ringing up his banana, almond croissant, and earl grey (tea was his usual drink of choice; coffee was merely for emergencies). “Hopefully not getting into any trouble… that girl has always had an unhealthy obsession with all things doom and gloom.” Caroline shook her head and handed him his purchases.

He hadn’t been looking for Abigail, for he wasn’t particularly eager to waste his second day being frog marched around town with nonstop commentary. But unfortunately the next item on his To-Do list was to, in fact, visit Robin, and get some estimates done for rebuilding the greenhouse, as well as some possible expansions to the old farmhouse. A bathroom renovation was needed for sure - it didn’t matter that he’d be here for just a season, a bath tub would need to be added asap.

Taking the road up north past the community center (which he eyed closely, pausing only a second to hear if the mysterious voices were in today), he spent nearly an hour trudging up into the low Stardew mountains where Robin had mentioned her shop lay.

It was easily the largest home he had seen in Pelican Town, with a bright blue roof and a spacious carport out front. No signs indicated it belonged to Robin, but he hadn’t seen any other homes in the vicinity. That being said, he took a minute to do some light investigative work, peering around the corner for some identifiable piece of… something (or someone). A saw? Sheets of plywood? What the hell do carpenters have in their homes anyway?

“Oh, hello! You must be Achilles—wait, no, don’t correct me. Two syllables. Achilles. Yes! Sebastian told us last night.”

A girl with a red bob came stumbling out from behind a picket fence to the left side of the house. “I’m Maru, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!”

“Oh really?” Achilles tried hard not to look at the black smear of grease on her nose. “Seems like a lot of folks have been anticipating my arrival… It’s nice to meet you.”

“You know, with a small town like this, a new face can really alter the community dynamic. It’s exciting!” She wiped her hands on her overalls, leaving behind more tracks of black grease, and chuckled preemptively. “I’d take your hand, but you’re probably just being polite. I won’t make you shake it. Are you coming to see Abigail? She’s just inside—”

“I was actually hoping to speak with Robin about some repair work. I’m not sure if this is her shop or…?”

“Oh! Yes, Robin’s my mom—I know, not too much of a resemblance—neither me nor Sebastian, really, you’d never know she was our mom or that we were half-siblings. Genetics can be quite the crazy thing, can’t they? But she did mention you might stop by. She’s actually out right now, but should be back in just a minute. We can wait out here, if you’d like to take a seat?”

She finished her rapid little speech with a gesture toward the yard. Happy to oblige, he followed her through the fence.

“Is that yours?” Achilles nodded at the large, white telescope sitting across from him as he took a seat on a mossy stone bench and prepared himself for polite small talk. At the moment, the telescope was lying rather flat, pointed towards the trees.

“Oh, yes! Summer’s really the best time for stargazing, but I’ll set it up sometimes during the other seasons if there’s something good. I caught a binary star system last week! I can’t see much during the day, it’s not powerful enough for that, but if you ever swing by at night, I’m happy to show you.” She tapped the scope and sent it bobbing.

“For sure. Are you an astronomer?”

“Oh, me? Ha, no… my dad’s a scientist, though he tends to stick with things closer to our planet—biology, zoology, botany, oceanography, lots of -ogies, and the like. It’s actually why we moved here, he says the Valley’s got a really diverse ecosystem.”

“I’m far from an expert, but I believe it. I’ve seen more plants in my one and a half days here than I’ve seen in my entire life.” He leaned over to run his hands atop the massive fluffy dandelions growing among the unmowed grass “So are you also studying science, then?” Upon closer examination, Maru did look rather young, likely college age.

“Yes! Well, not studying, more like studied. I’m actually on a gap year right now, I just graduated last Winter.”

“Nice! Congratulations. Taking some time to relax?”

“Sure, one could call it that—I’ll be starting med school next Spring, but I’m thinking of potentially going into bioengineering in the long run, as that’s what I did in undergrad and there’s just something so satisfying about working with your hands! I’ve been tinkering with a few things in the mean time, I have some inventions I’ve been working on—there’s this special polymer I’ve been developing, I’m actually hoping to submit it for a patent soon.”

“Damn girl, good for you!” Achilles peered at the shed to his right where he could make out a mass of metal scraps and gears. Maru must’ve been working there before he had arrived.

Ooh, but the sight of the mechanical chaos brought a sudden weight to his chest, and he found himself momentarily stunned. Was it… longing? Envy?

Get it together, bitch!

He drew himself up and forced himself to flash her a warm smile. “Wow, you’ve… you’ve got it all figured out, haven’t you?”

Maru began to blush ever so slightly when the door to the house suddenly banged open. An older man with a blue polo came shuffling out, his arms awkwardly balancing a set of four trays piled high with an assortment of Petri dishes and… was it rocks?

And lo and behold, there was Abigail, jabbering at a mile a minute, holding the screen door open for the man but being otherwise unhelpful.

“—and then I was telling him, well obviously that’s not going to work because his charisma and his animal handling are just way too low for that, like, dude, get it together, but—Achilles!”

She skipped down the three wooden stairs with a squeal, leaving the screen door to swing swiftly closed and whack Sebastian, who had been unlucky enough to stand in the door frame, in the nose before he could react.

“Ah, the new farmer.” The older man gently set his trays on a rather haphazardly assembled wooden table. It wobbled slightly under the weight of the rocks, and Achilles couldn’t help but silently hope it was not an indication of Robin’s carpentry skills. “Greetings! I’m Demetrius, local scientist and father. I see you’ve met Maru already.”

“Achilles. Yes, it’s nice to meet you.” He stepped forward to shake Demetrius’ hand as Abigail vaguely panted(?) beside him. What in the world is wrong with this girl? “She was just telling me all about her inventions—it’s very impressive.”

Demetrius smiled just as the crunch of gravel in the driveway announced Robin’s return. He clapped his hands, and called, “Maru, Sebastian—help your mom with the groceries, please.”

Maru, along with Abigail, dutifully left the backyard, though a low grumbling accompanied Sebastian as he dragged his feet down the stairs.

“Maru’s a good kid,” Demetrius said, moving closer to place a firm hand on Achilles’ shoulder as the two watched Robin pop open the trunk. “She’s my special little girl…”

“Oh… yes, she seems like she has a very bright future ahead of her.”

“Yes, exactly. And I wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of her bright future… if you know what I mean?” The hand on Achilles’ shoulder tightened just the slightest amount.

Really? This is the game you want to play?

Achilles felt Demetrius’ steady gaze and turned to stubbornly meet it. His nose was twitching—that couldn’t be helped—but he kept a smile plastered wide on his face and prepared to feign ignorance. “Actually no, I apologize. Could you please expand on that?”

He could see Demetrius’ eyes widen just the slightest bit at his response.

“Oh, just some food for thought.” Demetrius bookended his unnecessary warning with a dry chuckle and—not unexpected at this point—a quick clap on the back before stepping forward to greet his wife. “Robin, look who’s here!”

*****

The greenhouse, kitchen, and bathroom renovations were quickly negotiated. It had been significantly cheaper than what his research had led him to believe, but perhaps that’s just how it is with these small towns, Achilles thought to himself as he counted out the cash he had withdrawn before leaving for Stardew Valley. No cards taken here, it seemed. Another small town thing, he reckoned, although a bit unusual for a business this large.

“Sure you don’t want a barn or two?” Robin asked, smoothly sliding the bills into a metal box without confirming their amount.

“I don’t plan on staying long enough to raise any animals, I’m afraid.” Achilles shoved his wallet into his pocket and ran his fingers idly along the desk’s polished woodgrain as Robin locked the cash box.

“A real shame—but maybe them new owners might want to?”

“Well, if they do, I’ll be sure to share your name with them,” Achilles said, flashing the smile he often used in his most tiresome client meetings back at BRLO. He stood and extended his hand, which Robin loosely grasped with a brief chuckle.

“Got any plans for the rest of the day, now?”

“Not particularly—frankly, I finished up here faster than I had originally anticipated. May grab some groceries, perhaps swing by and check out the rest of town. Is there anything you’d recommend?”

“The mountains are nice, ‘specially if you go up a bit more—the hikes aren’t as long as Sunspray’s, but you can still get a pretty decent view of the Valley.”

“Oooooo, Achilles, I’ll show you the mountains if you want!” Abigail had, naturally, been shamelessly eavesdropping and was now peeking her head into Robin’s office just as Achilles and Robin were exiting.

He swerved to avoid her. “Oh, well—”

“Might be good to have a tour guide, don’t want to get lost up there. It can be dangerous if you don’t know the way,” Demetrius called from his office right next door. A quick glance revealed shelves lined with beakers and test tubes and various preserved plant and animals specimens.

“Dangerous, shmangerous,” Abigail said, rolling her eyes and grabbing Achilles’ arm. “Come on, it’ll be fun. You—Sebastian, you’re coming with, too.” She grabbed him by the arm as well, just as Achilles wrenched himself (as politely as he could) free.

*****

“Listen, Abigail, I really appreciated you showing me around town yesterday.” The three of them were clambering up the dirt path east of the carpenter’s shop. It was significantly steeper than anything else he’d encountered in the Valley, and he could feel his heart rate begin to rise in a steady thump. “But—”

“—ok, yes, I’m a fabulous tour guide, I know, but now I’m going to show you something like, so much cooler than town that no one else is going to show you.” Abigail paused to catch her breath, allowing Sebastian to slowly catch up.

“Are we talking abandoned-likely-haunted community center type of cool or some other type of cool?”

“You’re warmer with the abandoned-likely-haunted-or-magic-or whatever you said community center, but, like, this is even cooler. This way…”

Despite the logical part of him wanting to return to town (the To-Do list!), he found himself letting her lead him further northeast along a winding dirt trail the snaked its way alongside a placid river. Closer and closer they were with each ragged breath to the peak.

“Abigail,” Sebastian wheezed nearly an hour later as he struggled up the last few feet to an expansive, flat cliff of sorts that had been carved out along the side of the mountain. A suitable rest stop it’d be, though Abigail showed no signs of rest. “You’re not going where I think you’re going, are you?”

“That depends, where do you think I’m going?”

Achilles followed her across the cliff until she finally stopped at the edge, hands on her hips, to gaze across a rickety set of wooden planks that had been assembled as some sort of makeshift bridge across the water below.

“Ah… Yes, where exactly are we going?” Achilles peered down at the rushing river—which now seemed significantly less placid this close to the face of the mountain—before taking a delicate (and hopefully unseen) step back. “You don’t mean to tell me we’re crossing that thing?” He nodded at the wooden planks.

“She’s taking you to the mines.” Just like yesterday, Sebastian’s arms were now folded tightly against his chest.

“The mines?”

“They’re abandoned,” said Sebastian darkly. “And nobody knows how deep they go.”

“You two are no fun,” Abigail pouted, already taking one step onto the bridge (if one could call two thin wooden planks a bridge), her arms outstretched on either side like a ballerina. “Come on, just don’t look down. Do you really never ever get the urge to go exploring, Achilles?”

“Not when there’s a high probability of dying in a cave-in,” he responded lightly. But despite his words, he couldn’t help but feel… drawn. To her. Or perhaps he was simply being drawn to the mines. At this moment, it was difficult to tell.

Regardless, a voice in the back of his head—one that he was pretty sure he had spent years in therapy working to silence—seemed to have reawakened, suddenly loud in his ears and seeking to satiate a long forgotten hunger for a cold cutting thrill. And it was telling him to follow.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re going along with this,” Sebastian groaned, for Achilles indeed was now trailing several feet behind Abigail across the river.

Despite Abigail’s words, with planks this thin, it was impossible not to look down, and each step sent Achilles’ legs further and further into jello territory. Just two pieces of half-rotten wood separating him from the roaring waters below. It’d be cold, he couldn’t help but think. River water was always cold… and rocks were at the bottom, surely. Sharp ones, slimy ones… stabbing him this way and that as he’d struggle to surface, struggled to breathe… Fuck. Stop. Just keep walking…

There was nothing to hold on to—unless he was willing to sacrifice his dignity and slowly crawl like a sloth across the planks, and Achilles would never be caught dead doing that in public—but he still found his fingers wriggling at his sides in some futile attempt to snatch the breeze for support.

When his shoes finally hit solid earth—it hadn’t been too long a bridge, thank Yoba, perhaps fifteen or so feet—it took everything in him to not tumble to the ground. Instead, in a vague attempt to seem casual, he leaned against a tree for secret support as they waited for Sebastian to cross, breathing deeply (and as silently as possible) to clear the dizziness, and the voice, from his mind.

Luckily, Sebastian took awhile to shuffle his way over, so by the time Abigail led them down a side path to the entrance to the mines, Achilles felt sure on his feet once again.

“I’m not going down any further than last time,” Sebastian vehemently declared.

“Seb, we went down to level 5.”

“I said what I meant. I’ve told you, I’ve got a real bad feeling about it, Abs.”

Abigail gestured for Achilles to go first into the cave. He obliged, though he had to duck his head under the wooden beams.

The old miners must’ve blasted straight into the mountain. The hard, solid surrounding slabs of stone cocooned the room in cold and quiet, while torches hanging along the walls casted a pale, sickly light.

“They’re always lit,” Abigail whispered.

Three cobweb-ridden mine carts sat in the left hand corner and rested at an angle atop metal rails. Someone had dug out half the wooden tracks.

In the middle of the room was, and Achilles would’ve toppled in if Sebastian hadn’t pulled him to the side, a hole in the ground. Perhaps only a foot in a half in diameter, two feet at the most. The top rung of a rope ladder secured to some pegs hammered into the stone was just barely visible in the torchlight.

“We can take the elevator, though,” Abigail said, walking to a rusted, slate grey door on the opposite wall that Achilles could’ve sworn hadn’t originally been there.

“So you meant to say we’re going… down?”

Perhaps he ought to play it safe—refuse, like Sebastian. That would be the smart thing to do of course, for if he were honest, Abigail did not give particularly strong “great in a crisis” vibes. If he stumbled into trouble, he’d trust her no farther than he could throw her.

Oh, but he just couldn’t help himself—something inside him was… intrigued. A blazing sense of curiosity had been lit beneath him, and in his head, that little voice was once again urging him forward, feeling like a promise just on the edge of being fulfilled. The buzzing in his toes sent his feet moving almost of their own accord, and Achilles found himself stepping to Abigail’s side.

Besides, he had already crossed off the most major items on today’s To-Do List, there was time for a side-quest or two…

Abigail clicked the only button there, and with a low drum, the door scraped open.

“Just five levels?” Achilles glanced at the small column of buttons as the doors slowly slid back closed. It was a tight squeeze with the three of them. He could smell the cigarette smoke on Sebastian’s breath.

“Just five levels so far,” Abigail corrected, but she didn’t elaborate.

It must’ve been Yoba’s slowest elevator—Achilles was used to zooming down skyscrapers in seconds, but it took two whole minutes to get to the 5th flower. If he hadn’t felt his stomach drop ever so slightly, he would’ve thought they had broken down.

And what would save us, he wondered. There was sure as hell no reception here, no emergency phone. Perhaps coming down really wasn’t a good idea… Well, too late for that now…

The doors slid open, and the three stumbled out.

“No monsters here, we’ve taken care of them all.” Abigail confidently grabbed a rusty sword that was leaning against the elevator. She tossed it to Achilles who, perhaps to all present’s surprise, caught it with fair amount of ease. With Sebastian, however, she offered the sword hilt first.

“I told you, I’m not going down any further, Abby.” He pushed it away.

“But Seeeeb—”

Already tired of the arguing, Achilles took it upon himself to investigate the floor on which they had arrived. It was large, with different rooms and narrow halls all cluttered with dull brown and grey boulders. What he strongly suspected was copper ore sometimes gleamed from the sea of stones, but as a whole, it seemed empty, though the air was plenty thick and hot.

“Sorry, Abigail, what’d you say?” Achilles asked, turning around.

But Abigail wasn’t there.

She hadn’t followed him, it seemed—but perhaps her voice, brassy and loud, had simply carried through the different caverns.

“Abigail?” he called. After receiving no response besides his own echoes, he retraced his steps.

“You two didn’t say my name, did you?” he asked when he found the two in the room in which they had arrived.

“Huh? No,” Abigail said, pausing from what truly seemed to be a never ending argument.

“Oh.” Achilles frowned. “Could’ve sworn I heard something…”

“Might be the tunnels and stuff.” Sebastian shot him a sallow look. “Messes with noise.”

“Yeah, I thought maybe that was it…” Achilles brushed his fingers along the rough, brown walls. Like the air, they were warm to the touch.

“Anyway, Seb’s not coming.” Abigail shot Sebastian a disgruntled look. “But you and I, how ‘bout it?”

“How do we go down?”

“Trapdoors, ladders.” She led him over to a room he had missed. “We found this one already, we just haven’t gone down yet.” She pointed out a hole in the corner similar to the one he had nearly fallen through up on the surface.

“We have to climb down that?”

“It’s not as bad as it looks. The ladders are in, like, weirdly good condition, and they don’t go on for that long.”

“Will we have to climb back up, too then? The elevator only went down to level five.”

“If Seb here wasn’t being such a loser and came with us, we could all take the elevator up. But because he’s being an idiot, we’ll have to climb back up to this level. Unless,” she shot Sebastian another dirty look, “Seb is willing to climb up the five easiest and—let me emphasize—empty as fuck floors back to the entrance so that we can take the elevator. It’s super weird like that—from our experiments, we think everyone that’s in the mine has to be on the same floor together for the elevator to work.”

“Frustrating. Magic?”

“Oh, definitely. My mom says the mines are supposedly a big magical hot spot or keystone or something like that. So, you down?”

Achilles rubbed his nose and stared down into the hole.

Are you down? The voice in his head asked.

“Well… ladies first?”

*****

What Abigail hadn’t explicitly prepared him for in her little speech however, were the monsters. Perhaps the rusty sword should’ve been a giveaway, but still, being charged at by a great green ball of slime was not what he had expected when his feet touched the sixth floor.

Luckily, they proved easy to dispose of, and within a few minutes, the pair had located the trapdoor just as a swarm of aquamarine bugs were flying towards them.

Down and down they went. It was, to Achilles’ surprise, rather easy work. The monsters were small and weak (and could often be avoided), the ladders easy to find, and, as Abigail had said, in startlingly good condition. Firm in his grasp, each rung nice and solid.

Every now and then Abigail would find, chip off, and pocket some rocks—geodes, she explained—but for the most part, it was all quite straightforward. Meditative, even. What they were exactly looking to accomplish down here, Achilles wasn’t quite sure, but he couldn’t help but welcome the mild adventure.

Abigail, jogging away from a particularly bulbous slime, was the first to spot the ladder leading to the tenth floor.

“Achilles, over here!” she cried, already one foot down the ladder.

He’d been taking his time examining what seemed to be rough series of symbols carved into the wall when an ear-splitting shriek shot up through the hole below and pierced the air.

“Abigail?” He raced to the hole and peered down. Can’t see a damn thing. “Everything okay? Abigail?”

After a beat, he began to hurriedly climb down, hands clenched hard on the rungs, until he heard Abigail’s voice morosely mumble, “I’m all right.”

Achilles dropped down the remaining two feet.

“What happened?”

“Just… bats,” Abigail said sheepishly. “Just came out of nowhere. I guess… I’m not as tough as I thought.”

“Eh, it was a… what do they call it? A surprise attack? Nah, that’s not it, I think there’s a more technical term…” In a sudden moment of inspiration, he clapped Abigail—who continued to look gloomy—on the back. “It’s got nothing to do with toughness. Anyone can be surprised.”

“Yeah…” She looked away from him, down at the ground, and seemingly pondered his encouragement before repeating with much more brightness, “Yeah! Hey, you ready to call it a day though? Don’t wanna overwork you your first time down here, and looks like Seb actually came through.” She pointed at the opposite wall where an elevator was indeed waiting for them.

She waved him in first—perhaps in an attempt to emphasize she wasn’t scared—but as soon as Achilles’ second foot hit the metal floor, the doors slammed shut with a thunderous crack, and he was sent hurtling down.

He had barely a second to register his own surprise when he heard what must’ve been Abigail let out another ear-splitting shriek—but even that quickly faded to nothing as he felt the elevator tear down the shaft, faster and faster and faster, his body beginning to pull away, bit by bit; he was soon floating inches off the floor.

Then BANG. With a deafening crash, the elevator slammed suddenly to a full stop, leaving Achilles to land in a rather crumpled heap against the dirt encrusted floor.

With a soft, almost comical, ding! the doors slid open.

Adrenaline pushed him up from the ground and sent him reaching blindly about—a button, a light, anything. But his fingers found nothing. They desperately grasped for every surrounding inch. But nothing.

It was absolutely pitch black. He couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face, never mind any monsters lying in wait. The rusty sword he had left—as Abigail had instructed—behind on the 10th floor, and he cursed himself.

Hands scrambled for his cell phone in his pocket, but no blinding light shone when he flipped it open. It must’ve died.

Of course.

Useless.

He held his breath, straining his ears to listen for any noise, any rustling—the sound of a gelatinous blob hopping towards him, perhaps, or the buzz of a swarm of aggressive giant bugs. But again. There was nothing.

Chest bursting, he finally gave in to noisily coughing up the dust and dirt that had made its way into his lungs during the harrowing fall. Achilles took the absence of an attack—his location now revealed to anything lurking in the black—as a positive sign.

Nothing to do but keep moving.

After a handful of curses, Achilles stumbled up and began to walk forward, blindly grasping at the wall for the support and all the while calling for aid.

On and on, for who knows how long; it could’ve been three minutes it could’ve been 30. His smart watch also seemed to have somehow broken in the fall. Mighty convenient.

One hand scraped along the earthen wall to his right, the other he held in front of his face to bare the brunt of any impact of things ahead—and yet, somehow, he still managed to miss an obstacle, slamming straight against the corner of a piece of rock that must’ve been jutting out right as the path began to turn.

He bowled over, clutching his forehead. Of course. Of fucking course.

Swearing profusely, he stumbled back to his feet just as the faintest glimmer of light began to appear around the bend.

He was jogging now (best get yourself out of here as soon as fucking possible). And the light grew brighter and brighter—am I… dead?—until it became utterly blinding and all consuming and—

“Hello, Achilles.”

One blink, and he found himself standing in the doorway of a small, homey room.

It was peculiarly round, no corners whatsoever. Thick purple tapestries covered the stone walls, while a giant cauldron—perhaps six feet across—bubbled bright green fumes that fogged the surrounding stained glass windows.

The speaker walked forward. He was a man of indeterminate age, with a violet beard and mustache, both neatly trimmed, and matching hair that was currently half-covered by a black fedora. A strange choice in headware; it looked rather out of place next to the man’s ornate, gold-trimmed robes.

“Who the hell are you?” Achilles blinked, courtesy thrown out the window. He wiped his nose and was only half-surprised to see blood on the back of his hand. Risking a quick glance behind him, he found only shelves of potion bottles and jars of sparkling dust rather than the lightless tunnel he had just been walking through.

He was, in short, not in the mines, but in a storage closet.

“I have long predicted your arrival, young Achilles.” The man raised his hands, and a bench against the wall moved of its own accord and situated itself to the right of the open door. “Please, take a seat.”

“Who are you?” Achilles repeated, remaining standing.

“Hmm, I had sent you a letter.” The man delicately thumbed his beard. “My sources told me you had been poking around inside the old community center, I had assumed you would have accepted my invitation and raced here immediately for answers… but when you did not come knocking this morning, I decided I would take matters into my own hands. I have been eager to meet you. M. Rasmodius, local Wizard, at your service.”

“And you really thought dropping me down an elevator shaft was the way to… what did you say? ‘Take matters into your own hands?’ M. Rasmodius, if you don’t mind, I’m going to leave.” Achilles stomped out of the closet and, refusing to falter at the sight of the three different doors, committed to charging confidently towards the one he hoped was the exit.

“Ah, but will you? I don’t think so.” The man chuckled; it was a low laugh, harsh and dry. “No. Please. Take a seat.

“Am I correct in surmising you, perhaps, would like some answers in regards to your little affair at the community center the other day? One involving, let us say, a golden scroll?”

The hairs on Achilles’ neck raised, and he suddenly felt himself take a seat on the conjured bench, but whether it was magic or his own mind, he wasn’t quite sure. Nevertheless, he forced himself to remain calm. Unenthusiastic, even. He wouldn’t give the Wizard any sort of upper hand.

“Is it magic?” He kept his tone light. Matter of fact. “I thought it might be.”

“Oh, so you are already familiar?”

“A little,” Achilles said, picking the dirt from his nails. A gross, childish habit he had long grown out of, but he was getting a sick sort of pleasure flinging the half moons of dust and grime onto this M. Rasmodius’ floor.

“Stardew Valley was built upon an incredibly potent magical field; you will find that your experiences with magic and spirits will likely be magnified here. So… tell me, boy. What are your skills? I am eager to hear, for I could sense your arcane power the moment you stepped foot here.”

Achilles forced himself to bite back his retort at being addressed as “boy”—best not totally piss of a full-fledged Wizard, especially with his rather limited magical prowess…

For Achilles hadn’t been lying—he had had only a little experience with magic in the past. It was the same amount every child in the Monstera school distract had been taught: the basics, the fundamentals, and all from an academic point of view—definitely nothing practical. Nope, no practical magic for Achilles (to his forever mild fury), or for anyone labeled as “arcanically ungifted.”

Though to be fair, the vast majority of the population was labeled as such. One of his best friends, Clark, however, had been discovered to have possessed a “measurable aptitude for magic,” after teleporting two feet to the right during third grade Arcane Analysis Testing, and had thus been whisked away to special magic classes for the “gifted” every other Friday afternoon.

That had always made Achilles jealous. And not only because that meant Clark got to skip cotillion.

Despite the testing, a small, slightly shameful part of Achilles (a part he kept to himself) had always insisted he was gifted, in some way or another. Or, at least, had potential. Perhaps it wasn’t measurable in third grade, but one day…

And so, hearing this M. Rasmodius now testify against the 20 year old evidence of his nonmagical abilities, he couldn’t help but feel… somewhat vindicated.

Not that he’d let the Wizard see that.

Instead, Achilles simply shrugged, even as a small thread of excitement began to loop itself around his rapidly beating heart. Honesty seemed to be the best way forward, as it usually was. “I… don’t really have any. Magical skills, that is.”

“Huh, well you must have something,” M. Rasmodius said with a small frown. “I put that scroll in the community center as a sort of… test, shall we say. And you, boy, are the first individual in this Valley ever to have passed. Tell me—do you truly know nothing?”

Even with his excitement, it wasn’t difficult to take offense at the Wizard’s patronizing tone, and Achilles felt his nose begin to twitch. “Well, I don’t know nothing… I learned some things…”

“Have you any knowledge of the Planes?”

“Well yes, of course, everyone learns about the Planes,” Achilles began in a lofty tone of his own, but even as the words escaped his mouth, he realized that he’d forgotten quite a bit over the past decade or so. Unsurprising. Ordinary folk rarely ever had any real use for the knowledge.

He stopped himself there. Say more and you’ll just embarrass yourself.

But it was clear from the Wizard’s deeply cocked eyebrow that further explanation was expected, and Achilles, somewhat eager to prove he wasn’t a total waste, scrambled to remember his old middle school Fundamentals of Magic lessons.

“Well it’s… well you’ve got the Physical Plane, the Spirit Plane, and the Astral Plane. And the Elemental Walls, of course. And well…” Yoba, he hadn’t that about all this in years…

“And well…”

It’d been nearly a decade since he’d been in school last, but he still had nightmares like this. He’d always been a good student, studious and sharp, but even the most adept minds can be unsettled by a pop quiz. But as uncomfortable as he was to be put on the spot regarding a subject of which he clearly knew little, he was determined not to be the first to break eye contact, and stiffly continued, “Well… it’s like a bowl of two eggs, isn’t it? At least, that’s how we were taught it.”

“A bowl of two eggs?”

“Yes. A bowl of two eggs.”

“A bowl of two eggs.” Rasmodius scowled and began to stand. “What in the world is education coming to these days…”

It didn’t take a genius to realize he was quickly losing a handle on the situation, but Achilles wasn’t yet ready to be dismissed just like that—no, not after this startling revelation of having passed a magical test no one else in the Valley had.

But it was mostly his loyalty to his parents and the small fortune they had spent sending him to a Monstera’s top private school that pressed him to elaborate. “No, you see—we’re the yolk of one egg. The Spirit Plane is the yolk of the other egg. The Elemental Walls are the shells of both eggs, and the Astral Plane is the bowl the eggs are resting in.”

Rasmodius continued to look unimpressed, and the slight boost Achilles’ ego had received from passing this mysterious test began to rapidly deflate.

You best just stop talking now, bitch.

Well, he’d rather leave on his own terms than be booted out.

With a silent huff, Achilles stood from the bench, barely managing to suppress a groan as his knees buckled. In his secret enthusiasm for the Wizard’s revelations, he had almost forgotten the rotten circumstances surrounding his arrival.

But the sudden pain helped to put practicality back in its place—oh, this was Apparition all over again—he wasn’t going to allow himself any false hope. Best to cut off any excitement, any eagerness, before it had a chance to fully ensnare him.

“Perhaps I made a mistake,” the Wizard said with a furrowed brow. “It is rare, but it does happen…” With another wave of his hands, the front door (aha! he had guessed correctly) opened and Achilles felt an unseen force gently push him towards it.

“Listen--sir, there’s no need for that, I’m already—”

The cauldron’s green steam began to pool around his feet, thick, sickly sweet curls clouding him, surrounding him, pulling him away faster—

“Know this though, young Achilles: you are exactly where you need to be. But your purpose, your destiny… whether it is you who needs the Valley or the Valley who needs you… that remains to be seen. Your fate is ultimately in your own hands.”

On that dramatic note, Achilles was thrown unceremoniously out onto the stone steps.

Fuck you—

So much for trying to leave on his own terms. Thank Yoba nobody was around to witness this.

It was only after he heard the lock click behind him that he shook himself from his perfumed stupor and made note of his surroundings.

Where the hell am I?

#chapter 4 #sunspraypeak #llnks #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #sdv alex #sdv oc

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slonekaru · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Top 5 couples of the year, go!

Whats this? Making me interact with people on a regular basis! :)

This one is super easy!

PayuRain (BossNoeul) - Love in the Air

Easily my favourite couple from this year and definitely one of my favourite couples ever.

I found them fascinating. I know when the series was airing there was so much discussion around their D/s dynamic. I know I also mention it a lot. It was just interesting to see a couple engage in a 24/7 dynamic and how that works into everyday life. And they also showed sides to D/s that weren't the stereotypical types that are often shown in media. Pretty sure I want my own Payu.

Plus you know they had my soul at Noeul laying on a couch moaning Daddy.

Boss and Noeul also enter the very exclusive club of ships that I cannot decide who I am attracted to more. Currently BounPrem are the only other couple in there!

I repeat - I WILL CRY IF BOSS AND NOEUL DON'T DO ANOTHER SERIES TOGETHER

VegasPete (BibleBuild) - Kinnporsche

Well it's VegasPete. What explanations do we need?

I went into Kinnporsche knowing nothing about the storyline and so VegasPete kind flew under the radar because they didn't have huge interactions at first but by god did that all change. Completely took over the show for me. I was and still am obsessed with that sex scene.

The intricacies in their characters and the debates it generated were phenomenal. They had so many great moments and I'm so glad we got the post-credit scene.

Plus the Kinnporsche fandoms has to be one of the best fandoms I have seen in a long time.

BibleBuild were amazing and I hope I get to see them in something soon.

WinTeam (BounPrem) - Between Us / Until We Meet Again

Ah so glad Between Us is this year and I can include them.

I adored WinTeam straight off the bat in UWMA. I love a snarky/grumpy Team and a caring Win.

Between Us is building on their characters so much and you can really see how much love and thought Boun and Prem are putting into it.

So we are in the lack of communication phase of the story but you have to admit they do some of the best longing for each other and staring into their eyes looks.

Jang JaeYoung/Chu SangWoo (Park Seoham/Park Jaechan) - Semantic Error

The chemistry between Seoham and Jaechan is amazing. I can't believe we almost didn't get it. Kudos to Jaechan for sticking his ground and not letting his management team talk him out of it. (And really DKZ have completely profited from the show's success so even more kudos)

I don't know if the intention was there to play SangWoo as neurodivergent but either way that's how it came off and JaeYoung just taking that in his stride (for the most part) was brilliant.

I went into this show not knowing who either Seoham or Jaechan were and I remember thinking how beautiful Seoham was and unfortunately Jaechan didn't get a look in until that moment when SangWoo takes his hat off and shakes his wet hair, I was ah yes JaeYoung I'm right there with you.

LianKuea (ZeeNuNew) - Cutie Pie

This series truly sent me down a Thai BL rabbit hole for a while!

Zee and NuNews chemistry is outstanding. I really enjoyed the older/younger man relationship. Even though it was a relationship with problems (I guess going from friends to lovers comes with its own issues) and they both went about things in stupid ways I'm glad we got to see them communicate and work it out in the end.

I enjoyed the fandom going crazy each week.

I am thrilled at the announcement of ZeeNew's new series for 2023 and I think it's currently my most anticipated series for the 2023 lineup.

youtube

Couples I had to bump off this list but feel guilty at doing so:

AkkAyan (FirstKhao) - The Eclipse

Mostly I just loved Ayan and the little shit he was

PrapaiSky (FortPeat) - Love in the Air

I loved them and the storyline, truly I do.

SkyJao (HengSurprise) - Secret Crush on You

I loved how Sky just saw Jao for Jao

NueaToh (BillySeng) - Secret Crush on You

Hella messy but adored that Nuea accepted Toh

#love in the air #payurain #bossnoeul #kinnporsche #vegaspete #biblebuild #between us the series #winteam #bounprem #semantic error #cutie pie the series #liankuea #zeenunew #slone answers

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ivyruins · 3 years ago

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hi ivy!!! i was wondering if we could get a little drabble on how the LIs ask the MC to be their valentine <3 brainrot rn..

a/n: my third post !!! i know you said how the li's ask mc to be their valentine, but i made this one for toast and onion because i had an idea for toasty's the moment i got this, and i havent posted anything for shallot lovers this vday yet :^) . you can find a similar one here, though! hope everyone is enjoying their discounted chocolate !!!!!

+ THIS IS POSTED SO LATE IM NOT SURE IF IT COUNTS AS A VDAY GIFT sO this one goes out to the people in discord who (spoiler for the fic) were talking about cat boy toasty !!!! and onion enthusiasts *finger guns* this one's for you.

also, i may have had too much fun with bloom's story. it has the cringiest writing because its basically her teasing toast. so apologies in advance (´･ᴗ･ ` )

[u/n : username]

#juicy-gamers

NakedToaster is online

NakedToaster

@u/n

you hear the ping from your computer just as you exit the shower. pulling your hoodie over your head, you run over to open the bloomic discord, seeing toast pinging you from the gaming channel he shares with xyx, who is currently offline.

your fingers glide over your keyboard as you hastily responded before bloombot restricts him for spamming. the bot and him were friends (as much as that was strange to admit) now, but rules were rules, and he had to oblige them.

u/n is online

u/n

hey!!

sorry, just got home from work ;;

NakedToaster

you okay?

we can talk another time

u/n

I'm okay!

whats up??

NakedToaster

that's good

alright so

I made something. sec

you assumed he was going to hop into vc to show you the thing he made, and you were ready to join him at any moment. but instead, you see his username typing popup and disappear, as if he was typing something and deleting it right after. you sit back, curious. you didn’t want to prompt him, so you wait patiently.

NakedToaster

/AdventureContinues

u/n

BloomBot

Adventure starts! Our traveler @u/n wakes up from their slumber, surrounded by trees and flowers.

They’re in a forest!

Feeling around, they find that the only item in their possession was a satchel, inside empty, save for a single apple. It seemed to be your only source of food in this adventure.

You feel the ground. It was damp. A frog leaps onto your knees.

u/n

/TravelerOasis

are we restarting the game?

his name pops up again, only this time, it only takes him three times to answer.

NakedToaster

just

play it

/AdventureContinue

you laugh, not expecting anything less from him and start playing it seriously.

BloomBot

What are your next actions?

easily, you typed out your answer

u/n

Stand up

BloomBot

You stand up, brushing yourself from the dirt that stuck to you. You silently wonder how long you had been laying there.

You start to move to pick up your satchel, when you hear distant meowing.

“meowing?” you wondered to yourself, but not asking further. you figured if you were to ask him any more questions, he'd ask you to stop playing.

BloomBot

Turning to the side, you see a cat. Fur white and pawing at your satchel.

It opens your satchel, stealing an apple. Your only food for the journey.

and this was getting highly interesting

NakedToaster

well shit

BloomBot

It looks up at you, asking for food.

u/n

"hey there?"

BloomBot

It keeps meowing, now, it paws at your pant leg.

Its trying to communicate with you, unfortunately you do not master any animal communication skills

u/n

that exists?!

NakedToaster

apparently

BloomBot

Yes.

It headbutts your shoes, still meowing.

NakedToaster

/TravelerOasis

let's replay this another time

u/n

oh?

but I'm curious now!

NakedToaster

uh..

you're probably not going to like it

u/n

there's nothing about it that i dont like ^^

dont worry about it~

/AdventureContinues

NakedToaster

uhuh

BloomBot

It seems like its trying to tell you something

What do you do?

u/n

I pick up my satchel

BloomBot

It isn't interested in your empty satchel anymore.

It meows up at you, urgent

u/n

"what is it?"

BloomBot

It seems to understand you.

u/n

really?!

BloomBot

Yes.

The cat walks over to the bushes, disappearing into it.

u/n

I follow it!

you smile, getting invested in this game. what was a previous adventure story turning into a wild cat chase

BloomBot

You follow the cat, walking into the bushes.

You didn't have to go far, though. an apple tree sits in the middle of a clearing, the only sole tree left.

The cat is no where in sight.

u/n

oh..

BloomBot

shocked, you stand there.

u/n

oh uh

I walk towards the tree?

BloomBot

You walk towards the tree, shoes breaking the branches and crumpling the leaves on the forest floor.

Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the tree.

They don't sound like they belong to a cat.

You do not own a weapon. What do you do?

u/n

walk towards it

NakedToaster

didn't that same action get you killed last time?

u/n

im trusting my gut!!

NakedToaster

Jesus

BloomBot

A familiar face pops up when you step closer.

Hair white, like the previous cat you found. The ears are not mistaken either; it was the cat.

Only, this cat had glasses. And familiar pink tint to their hair.

NakedToaster

ah fuck

u/n

holy shit

BloomBot

"This tree is for you. I planted it the first time I met you," the human cat speaks, pulling out an apple from their pocket, placing it carefully in your hands.

u/n

HOLY SHIT

you try to contain your laughter; you can almost hear the embarrassment from toast.

NakedToaster

/TravelerOas

/Traveleroasid

fuck

BloomBot

"It's been growing healthily now. And I want you to have it. Happy valentines," they say.

Reaching towards you, you see them leaning closer.

NakedToaster

/TravelerOasis

u/n

hey!

NakedToaster

somethings wrong with it

we'll continue this next time

you snicker, knowing exactly what was going on. though you keep quiet. you knew he was already fuming with embarrassment. you didn't have to add fuel to the fire.

expecting him to immediately leave, you don't reply. though, his next message made you sit upright, astounded

NakedToaster

check your mail tomorrow.

sent some stuff. dont worry about getting me anything, its a gift.

just

forget about this

happy valentines :)

NakedToaster is now offline

you sit there staring at the camera, stunned.

"what?!"

bonus:

"you did that on purpose," toast sighs into their palms, on call with a certain bot they created themselves, "turning me into a cat?"

"you programmed me to have your presence be a surprise," bloombot's voice came from the speakers. sometimes, toast wonders, how did a bot he programmed become so sentient. did he accidentally made bloombot sassy? was there a sense of humor bug he had that he forgot to take out?

he could only bury his face further into his palms, and if he strained his ears, he could swear he hears the bot laugh.

"it worked in the end, anyway," bloombot says, "congratulations. and you're welcome, nakedtoaster."

onionthief

June

HAPPY VDAYYYY

BIGLADY

happy valentines ~

u/n

happy valentines!!

Quest

everyone seems excited

Two2

CHCOOLATE!!!

June

someone gave you chocolate, two?

Two2

nono

i mean

valentines is when the chocolates are on sale

BIGLADY

you have your priorities straight!!

some stores even have wines on sale

which I'm taking advantage of uwu

Nightowl

HAPPY VALENTINES EVERYONEEEE

Onionthief

Everyone is active

Nightowl

I have

so much love to give

<333

u/n

Xyx and Toast are in a committed relationship with their game

Nightowl

AJWBDHEHS

Two2

LMAO

but true

June

and salo is with his wife ~

Onionthief

that leaves the ones without dates, then.

Nightowl

if you're trying to make fun of us, YOURE here too

Quest

Nightowl.

I have work in a bit, just logged in to greet everyone :^)

have a great one everybody

Quest is now offline

Onionthief

right

anyway, y/n, do you want to vc?

Nightowl

vc?

June

uh oh

June is now offline

Two2 is now offline

BIGLADY

have a great day guys ^^!

BIGLADY is now offline

u/n

ah..

Onionthief

y/n?

u/n

yeah! alright, I'll be there in a bit :)

Nightowl

Onionthief

preferably just us two

Nightowl

yeah. figured

happy monday ~

Nightowl is now offline

Onionthief

ill see you there

you click on the video call channel, and before you knew it the familiar eyes greeted you.

it wasn't your first time video chatting with onion, but you could never seem to get used to it. the minimalist decorations in his bedroom left no other places to look besides his wall or him, and you'd be lying if you say you didn't find him attractive and distracting.

looking at him through your screen flustered you, and you tried your hardest not to let him know.

(you knew how observant he was, though. it wouldn't be a surprise if he knew already)

"good evening," you say, immediately regretting it. the small window behind him showed that it was still morning there. you nearly correct yourself, but you hear him chuckle. his voice sending your heart into a frenzy.

"good evening," he greets, "you look tired,"

no surprise there, you mused. almost every time you called any of them, they'd comment on how exhausted you looked. even xyx, and he was known to never take anything seriously.

maybe you should take nightowl's advice and really give up your job.

you just give him your best smile, trying to tell him how, yes, you know. and he shoots you a worried look, and you cant help but let your shoulders sag.

“work,” you smile weakly, and he understands from that single word.

"well, we shouldn't call for long, then. you should rest," he says, and you nod. reaching over to shut the call before he interrupted.

"ah, but I did want to ask you one thing," he starts, and you tilted your head, encouraging him to continue. his voice was gentle, and it could soothe you to sleep if he talked further. you let yourself get comfortable, resting your chin on your palm, "would you like to be my valentines?"

you stopped mid yawn, a sound between a choke and a cough escaping your throat when you gasped and stopped yawning at the same time. onion's hands instinctively came up, as if he could rub your back through the screen. that fact would've made you flustered; if for the fact you weren't too focused on not dying of asphyxiation.

"shit, sorry," he curses, feeling bad he couldn't do anything but watch, "drink some water. you won't die on me, would you?" he asked. and you knew it was sarcastic, but the way he asks makes you laugh.

"I'm-" you cough, trying to breathe before letting out a chuckle, "yes,"

"yes?" he asked, concerned if that was your answer to his question.

"yes, I'll be your valentine!"

and if you spent the entire night on a call 'watching' a movie with him (or alternatively, you sleeping through out it, and he could watch it. and watch over you) no one had to know.

no one but xyx who had logged in and came into the call to blow airhorns, oblivious to the fact you were sleeping.

#blooming panic x reader #blooming panic nakedtoaster #blooming panic onionthief #blooming panic #nakedtoaster x reader #onionthief x reader #blooming panic onionthief x reader #blooming panic nakedtoaster x reader

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tendousthoughts · 3 years ago

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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 4

Character(s) included: Kenma & Suna

Requested by: My sibling who doesn't read my work lmao.

Warning(s): Cursing, Mention of alcohol [Kenma]

Song of the day: Tired by Beabadoobee

A/N: First off please check out my announcements post. It has a lot of important Information in it and I would really enjoy it if you checked it out! Next this is requested by my wonderful sibling. Hopefully you all enjoy- also how's my new stuff..? Tell me if its ugly lmao.. I recommend having the palette/theme set to Goth Rave for the best look- I might make a few things a darker purple though! This might be the last part to this series unless anyone wants a few more!

Where to find all the parts!

Where to find all my content!

Tag(s): @chibiiichann & @corporeal-terrestrial

Kenma

Things were rough after Kenma landed his dream gig. Being a full time gamer had always been and always would be his dream. But now it was reality. He finally made it in the big league. He was finally there. It was perfect.. but soon enough flaws started to appear outside of his career. Which soon turned into flaws in the relationship. Kenma was known to be smart, calculated, and quiet. Even though all those seemed nice at times it was hard. Like any relationship things didn’t always work out. One of those being the communication. To be frank, there was no communication. At all.

You liked to drink and party. Hang out with friends and just live life to the fullest.. but even if you did like that, you loved just to cuddle. Which luckily you and Kenma shared. As time grew and his career finally branched into what he hoped it would, your time of physical affection shortened. Which sucked.. you loved physical affection. It was your love language. You couldn’t help it, whenever you saw him you just wanted to lay and be with him. But now that you couldn’t, you slowly branched out to others for what you couldn’t have. When that worked.. you just stuck with it. Getting drunk with friends and cuddling until one of your more sober friends called up Kenma and told him to pick you up. Kenma hated it. He really hated it. He hated to see you holding on to someone else, it didn’t matter what they looked like, what they identified as, or who they were. All that mattered was they weren’t him so they had no right to be that close.

Kenma likes to play games and stay home. He liked to be somewhere quiet and such. So every week when he had to go to pick you up, he sorta wondered if he didn’t pick you up what would happen..? Of course he wouldn’t do so though.. you had so many people eyeing you.. you were popular with everyone and extremely kind. So if he did leave you.. it would be as easy as it was for you to get a new cuddle partner as to get a new place to sleep. He trusted you.. well he kind of did. He wasn't good at expressing how he felt especially when it came to you or something you liked.

You got black out drunk the night before and when you walked into the kitchen you felt the heavy atmosphere. “Good morning baby..” you muttered rubbing your eyes. Your lips felt dry and your throat was raspy. Maybe you were screaming or something.. whatever it was fun.

“I don’t want you calling me that at the moment.” He stated. Which caught you off guard. Looking up your eyes were met with his. Clear confusion all over your face. “What? Did you really get that drunk to not remember being all over your friend last night..? Calling them baby and shit. If that’s a name you just throw around please just refer to me as my name..” He muttered.

“Oh you know I didn’t mean too baby.. I love you and you know that.. you're the only one who makes me happy… but right now I'm having a headache so do you mind passing me the coffee..?” you muttered brushing everything to the side which only made him more frustrated with you. you did this every time. You pushed everything that wasn’t in your interest to the side.

“Look at you doing it again. You always do this,” he looked at you annoyed and frustrated. “Pushing everything to the side. Do you not understand how annoying it is to get a call at three in the morning that you're drunk. Not only that but that you're all over someone else. Do you not understand or do you just not care because seriously it's getting hard to think that you are just that, your heads just that blank.”

You were caught off guard. Of course you were, he never responded roughly like that. He never acted so upset with you. To be honest you never really thought about how he had to pick you up and stuff. You never thought about what happened the night before to be frank. You were a party drunk. You liked to sing and dance and cuddle and such. All the things Kenma couldn’t or wouldn’t do with you, you did with anyone else when you were drunk. It wasn’t that you wanted to blame being drunk on acting that way, so you just waited till you did get drunk. It was more, when you were sober you tried to get Kenma to do those things with you. Which most of the time ended badly because you would just be shut down again. “You know I don’t mean to do those things.”

“You don’t mean too?” He looked upset, really upset. You saw him upset often, frustrated with how the game was turning out and such, but this was different. He looked more hurt than anything. “You do it every week. Every single week you go out and drink you go out and party and sing and dance and have the fucking time of your life okay? Then when your all tired and cuddled up with a friend. I get a call to pick you up. When I get there you're either on their lap with your arms around them, on their side and holding them tight, or in between their legs as they cuddle you from the back. Not only that but when I try and help you up you more then half the time push me away, and then say you wanna go home with your ‘baby’! I’m getting sick and tired of it. You wake up the next morning and act as if the whole night you were just thinking of me and how you just wanna cuddle and all this shit. I am so fucking sick of you this. I’m so sick of you drinking. I am so fucking sick of you.” He was shouting. He was pissed and of course he was. But this time he just blew up. He didn’t even wait for a response to anything. “I’m going to go stream don’t fucking bug me.” He walked away walking into his streaming room. Once they slam the door leaving you in utter shock.

It took you a moment to take in everything. You messed up. It was your fault. He was hurt. Your lover was in pain because of your stupid actions. You grabbed your stuff, shoving it into your pocket and walked out. It was hard to think of anything but Kenma right now. Slowly you walked to the park. The leaves fell from the trees, when you looked around you saw couples wearing matching scarves and such. The smell of chai and pumpkin in every corner. Meeting your gaze you saw Kenma’s favorite bakery. Slowly you walked over opening the door and you immediately noticed this pie section. You made your way over biting your lip and you looked up at the sudden voice.

“Y/n.. is that you?” As you eye’s met the other you immediately recognized Bokuto.

“Oh hey.. nice to see you again.” You smiled weakly. Unfortunately your eyes were wet and glossy as soon as you walked into the bakery, and you didn’t know if you could handle pushing down the tears anymore.

“Where’s Kenma..? Are you okay..?” He asked softly, gently rubbing your back as he seemed to be alone at the moment. You didn’t wanna cause any more issues but you couldn’t help it, immediately you started to cry.

“I messed up, I really messed up..” you mutter as he gently leads you to a seat.

“Hey everything will be okay.. just tell me what’s wrong. I know you can work through it okay..? We can do it!” he smiled. He had always been a big brother to you. He knew just what to say to calm you down.

“I got drunk again and this time I just was a mess I guess.. and Kenma seems to be getting tired of me and me doing this. Doing all this dumb shit and messing around. But I just.. I don’t know. I wanna cuddle and hug and go on dates. But Kenma just got his dream job and I don’t wanna fuck it up. I know its so fucking selfish. I shouldn’t do this to him. I know I shouldn’t. I deserve to get yelled at and stuff I mean seriously.. he has to pick me up at three every fucking week because I’m to stupid to tell him how I feel and how I just want to be held and stuff. I just wonder sometimes.. Maybe I am not as perfect as I thought I was for Kenma. He needs someone who can be there for him all the time and I know I just know that I will keep fucking up..” You were shaking. “I mean seriously.. I am not even able to tell him I love him much less tell him about how his job is bugging me. It’s the one thing he wanted to do. The one fucking thing he really wanted to do. I just wasn’t able to support him.. I couldn’t.. I just keep hurting him..” tears were rolling down your face.

“Y/n.. hey it's okay, but he will never know anything if you keep holding it to yourself. Kenma has always been like that. He gets bugged by things but won’t say anything until he is at his limit. He never understood the importance of communication.. and he never ever takes the first steps okay? I understand that you're frustrated but you knew when you got into a relationship with him what type of person he is. You knew he was hard to understand. You told me you did. But I don’t think that you would give up this easily. You and him are the same, there will never be an understanding between you too if you guys don’t talk it out. Okay..? I suggest you get some pie and walk back to talk it out with him. I mean to be honest his stream today seems to be a mess. So it must really be bugging him and it would be better to figure it out sooner don’t you think..?” He smiled softly as you nodded. “Good. I have to go but look if you ever need to talk just message me okay? I’ve got your back!” He smiled, getting up and walking out.

You got up and bought two slices of apple pie and started to walk back. It was going to be tough to do this but you needed to. You knew you needed too.

Kenma couldn’t stay concentrated so the stream only lasted ten minutes before he turned it off and went back out to the living room. Which is when he found out you had left. Sadly his first thought was that you had gone drinking so he called up one of your friends to ask. When he found out you hadn’t he was even more worried. He looked around for a moment before he sat on the couch and held a pillow waiting. Hoping you would come back home. He wanted to fix this. He went too far. He knew he did. He knew he did of course he did. He knew he blew up, he always did and he tried not to but it was so fucking hard.

When you came into the room you immediately saw him lying on the couch cuddled up and crying. “What have I done..” You whispered softly as you made it next to you gently placed the pie down and looked at him. “I am sorry..” he looked up to you a bit and immediately his face changed.

“Oh thank god you're okay..” he whispered softly, “I didn’t me-”

You cut him off, “I messed up. I knew I did and I just want you to listen okay? I love you and I know I rarely say it. For a matter of a fact I can count the amount of times I’ve said it with one hand. I know I need to say it more okay? I know I shouldn’t drink but it is just really hard sometimes.. I just wanna go on dates and hold you and shit and I know it sounds so fucking stupid but sometimes I just get worried that if I do you will get sick of me faster okay..? So I just thought it would be easier to do it with my friends and stuff and get drunk and try to not bug you. You just got your dream job and I just don’t wanna fuck anything up more but I clearly have. I know I’m stupid and inconsiderate and I will think about it more.. just please don’t leave. Please. I will be better I swear.” You tried not to cry but you couldn’t help yourself.

Slowly he pulled you to him and held you tight. “I wasn’t planning to leave you anytime soon.. It is my fault I always don’t pay attention and It ends up hurting you and I know I should try and think about your feelings more. But I get scared to ask about it because I think if I do then you will think something is wrong but clearly that doesn’t work. So I will try to open up more okay.. I love you so much babe.. I love you.” He whispered softly, kissing your forehead.

“I love so so much too.. I love you..” You whispered. It would take time but soon everything would be perfect.. everything would be okay again.

Suna

It was hard to believe that Suna was still playing volleyball. It wasn’t a problem to you at all, to be frank you were glad that he decided to do something he loved. You were glad he wasn’t stuck at a desk all day. It just sucked when he came home all tired and unable to hang out. But maybe it would be the same either way. It just bugged you when he didn’t come home till like twelve and blamed it on practice. You didn’t wanna think that he was lying to you but you never really knew much about volleyball. It could be easily right but it just ticked you off that he came home so late. Claiming that he already had dinner and stuff. But there wasn’t anything you could really do about it. This was his passion. He loved to play volleyball and all you could do was give him your undying love and support.You worked hard, enjoying your job. Though it also got frustrating when your schedules conflicted so you couldn’t hang out but that was just life. There wasn’t anything you could do about it, and that was okay.

Suna got home late again. It was the middle of the night when you heard the shower start. He didn’t even say hello. He knew you were up. He had to know. You always were up when he came in. Mainly because you wanted to make sure he was okay when he got back. You wanted to make sure he got back. You were worried easily but it was going to be okay. Of course it was. You just had to tell yourself everyday and it would be true.. right?

When Suna walked into the room he slowly slipped next to you. “Sorry about the wait angel.. I promise soon I will have time off okay and we can hang out.” He muttered softly as his warm, soft arms wrapped around you. The smell of cherry blossoms radiated off of him. He used your hair wash sometimes, he claimed it made him feel like you were with him all the time and that made him happy. His wet hair touched your back as he held you close.

It was hard to be mad at him when he got like this. He was so soft when he was tired. He always made the same promise. At the beginning you believed him, you waited for it to happen but at this point you just tried to forget that he even said it because it just hurt you more. Of course it did. You were holding on to this stupid hope that he will get more time to hang out. That hope that soon everything would be okay. “It’s okay baby.. get some rest okay..?” You muttered softly. You turned your head slightly, kissing his head as you faced the front again. Closing your eyes you hoped everything would be okay once more.

The morning came quickly. The sun shone through the blinds, then the feeling of coldness hit as you turned over to the empty bed. Heh. What were you thinking? Did you really think that he was going to wait for you..? God sooner or later you really had to realize this relationship was more one sided then anything. That this thing was going to be a forever relationship. But god fuck, this was just as real as a fake relationship. It was only one when it was a relationship when it was convenient. It sucked but none of his teammates even knew about you and him being in a relationship. It sucked to feel like you were being forced to be hidden. It almost felt like he was embarrassed of you. It had gone on long enough. You were so fucking done. This was too hard to hold on.

After packing a bit you got up and grabbed your stuff. Getting up you headed out taking your car to one of your only friend’s houses. It was hard to have a conversation with him let alone try and explain how you felt. So you decided to take a night off from seeing him, and try and clear your head. You didn’t wanna break up, fuck that was the last thing you wanted to do. You decided not to leave a note.. secretly kind of hoping it would make him a bit worried or something. So you knew he actually noticed.. or actually liked you. Suna always had a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ additude and that was one of the big reasons you were drawn to him. He was always so free, he didn’t care what people had to say about him.. Something you wished you could have but it really didn’t matter because he had you back, back then.

After a few hours of hanging out your friend took your phone away from you, being that you had been waiting for a call from Suna. They powered it off and placed it on a shelf gently slipping next to you. They smiled. You and them were alway close. They had been with you for every break up and to be honest you even tried dating, though it didn’t work out it was a great experience and you would still have done it to this day. When night struck instead of waiting for Suna you actually were kind of relieved the fear of him not coming home kind of slipped off your shoulders as you laid down next to your friend. Closing your eyes you hoped for everything to get better. You wished that he would be able to get some free time and such.

On the other hand when Suna came home he did what he always did, take a shower and head to bed. But this time you weren’t there, you weren't waiting for him. He looked around almost instantly running to check if your shoes were there, which they weren’t. Now a bit shaken up he took a deep breath and walked over to check if anything else was missing. Once he did it kind of hit him harder than expected. Running to grab his phone he began to call you. It was too late out and it was pitch black, fear had settled in as he realized what could have happened. All the things that could have happened, might have happened. He immediately put on his shoes, his hair still wet. God even knows he can hear you to dry his hair before he leaves, in hope he won't get sick. He unlocked his car calling you for the third time, unsurprisingly he heard the same voice mail.

“Hey this is y/n! It seems you are trying to reach me. At the moment I might be busy or have missed your call! Please try and call again or leave a message. I promise to get back to you as soon as I can!”

It had been a wet month as the rain hit the floor but Suna didn’t seem to mind. So maybe he was being over dramatic but you never have been away from him during the night from the day you guys started dating. So for you not even to mention that you weren’t going to be home was fucking with him. He did the next best thing, calling your best friend. Lucky for him they picked up. “Hey is y/n there.. they're not picking up and I really wanna make sure they're okay..” he muttered his breath was loud. Almost as if he was having trouble breathing and such.

“Ya, do you wanna pick them up they seem to be having trouble sleeping.. and it seems like you guys need to work through a few things so maybe it would be best if you did..'' They were surprised that he called. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you or anything, it was just that it didn’t always seem like he was that interested in you, as if being convenient to them and such. So for him to call up your friend was quite unexpected.

When Suna arrived he got out and knocked on the door after being met with your friend, “I’m only telling you this once so listen to me. Y/n loves you okay? If you're not interested just let them be okay? There are a bunch of people who would kill to be with them. If you do not have the time for them please just let them be, so they can find someone who can take care of them when they need someone too. Y/n is quiet about their feelings but that doesn’t mean you can only be with them when it is convenient to you, let alone only at night. If you don’t want to step up please just step down and let someone else fill your role for you. They are hurting to much because of your actions and you don’t seem to ever fucking care. Please just let them go if you're done.. This game has been over a long time ago. You won okay. You always will be against y/n..” they moved to the side letting the startled Suna in. “They're over there, if you don’t wanna carry them it is okay just call me over because I don’t want them to be woken up.” Suna shook his head gently. How fucking dare they assume that this was all a game to him. How dare they assume that he didn’t actually love you..? Why did they assume those things..?

Suna picked you up gently, gently you clung to him and his warmth. It was cold in the room and Suna seemed to be the only solution to it. It surprised Suna quite a lot, finding out that you were clinging to him. Being that at night he always hugged you, but you just wanted to give him space so he wouldn’t be bored of you. “Hey angel sorry for making you wait all these nights.. I promise I will be there okay.. please don’t move on I really do love you.. your my everything and I know it is stupid of me to talk to you while your asleep but sometimes I get to nervous to talk to you and I just want everything to be okay with you. Your friend is right though.. There is no excuse for what I am doing to you. I am so sorry.. angel trust me I really love you. I would be so fucking lost without you.” he muttered holding on to you tightly as he grabbed your stuff and carried you out. It was still raining as he tried his best to shelter you from the rain running to the car as he placed you in the front. It took him a moment to get you comfortable or at least that what he hoped was comfortable. He had placed a blanket on you and buckled you up as he moved to the front and started driving. It was a good thirty minute drive, and he knew soon you guys had to go back to go get your car but at this moment all he was worried about was you. “God angel.. I can’t compete with everyone else after you.. why did you choose me.. why are you still with me..?” he muttered. He gently held your hand as he looked out. You were always so cold. Suna on the other hand was like a walking heat source. Maybe because he was so big that he could hold you tight and stuff and it just made it feel warmer or something but it worked better than you could imagine.

It took a bit of time but soon you had arrived, sadly the rain hadn’t eased up. Suna got out first picking you up as he wrapped the blanket around you so you wouldn’t get cold or wet. You shifted around in his arms. “mm..” you muttered your eyes fluttering open with the feeling of his arms again and the feeling of movement. You held on tightly to Suna, “Baby..?” you grumbled softly confused where you were and what you were doing. Why was he here? More importantly, how did he find you.. did he really care? God it felt great to think that he did.

“Ah I’m sorry for waking you angel.. close your eyes I’ve got you now.. that house was too cold. I’ve got you now. We are home so you can be nice and warm again okay..? Don’t worry I’ve got you now so everything will be okay. I am going to take a break from practice for the week okay..? I am going to ease up on the practice so you won’t have to worry. I love you so much. I know I haven’t been a good boyfriend and I know I need to step it up. Will I be okay? Don’t worry I am going to be better for you okay. I am sorry about everything I’ve done to hurt you and I am going to do my best to make you feel better.. and if it doesn’t help I will let go okay. I’m going to finally let you breathe but please just give me just one more chance. I know I love you, and I know I don’t show it but I promise I do. If I didn’t please tell me what was that pain in my chest when I didn’t see you, I know I sound stupid I know I do but I know I really do love you. Hearing what your friend said and I know they're right but it just hit me. I am not ashamed of you.. you know that right..? I just don't want my team to know because last time when word got out I was dating someone the pressure was to muc. on them and the new articles and stuff and I just don’t wanna pressure you. I don’t want us to end because of that. I want everything to be perfect. I know I come home late, I just.. I don’t know. I know it is too much on you and I don't want that I just don’t everything to be over because of an argument that could have been avoided if I just you know.. not came home or something. I know it is no excuse but I am telling the truth please believe me. I can’t live without you.. I love you so much please baby.. fuck. I keep rambling. I am sorry angel. get some rest we will talk about this in the morning..” he muttered softly walking inside and gently placing you in bed as he walked and changed coming back as soon as he could.

You were wide awake.. but you just wanted to wait so you knew he would still be there when you woke up. So you knew he wouldn’t be gone before anything. So you knew he wasn’t lying anymore. “Night baby..” you muttered as his arms wrapped around you.

“Good night angel.. I love you so much..” He muttered, closing his eyes.

When the morning came you were surprised when you felt his body tight around you. “Morning my angel..” he muttered. “Did you get some good rest..?”

“Good morning.. mhm.. thank you for staying.. you don’t understand how worried I was that you were going to leave before I could say anything.. But thank you. I love you so much okay.. and I don’t what my friend said but please ignore him.. I only love you.. I will only ever love you. Please try and stay home more. It is getting hard to handle and I know it is selfish but I just want you to stay longer sometimes. I know you want the best for me but please.. it makes me feel like you actually don’t love me and I know it is wrong but I get scared and I don’t want to be.. please believe me when I say that I can handle it.. I just wanna be with you more. I just want to be what you want. I love you so much..” You were trying not to cry but you were.

“Angel… I love you so much. I will tell the whole world.. I want to. Will I be okay? I will stay with you till you wake up and eat Breakfast with you. I will come home sooner so you're not scared anymore.. I’ve got you and everything I’ve ever wanted so please don’t cry.. I love you so fucking much angel..” he whispered kissing you. This felt good.. refreshing, you felt okay for the first time in a while. You felt happy. You were going to be alright now, he was going to keep you safe and you would do the same thing. You loved each other and that's all that would ever matter because you two were made for each other.

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kumaradosha · 3 years ago

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I’m seeing a whole lot of bad takes and ignorance of past/present content and lack of critical thinking or ability to understand character motives regarding this most recent Dream SMP lore. So please, allow me to lay down some facts, some sense, and also some speculation of my own. This’ll be really rambly, because I’m tired, and I want to say a lot. Rewatching ALL the streaming perspectives now, my thoughts start here:

Considering Sam doesn’t want to enter the cell to dirty his hands himself, he clearly has some aversion or moral qualms about torturing prisoners, but Quackity has convinced him to go along with it. Quackity spends a lot of time before he goes into the cell repeatedly making sure Sam won’t have a change of heart and intervene, which indicates Sam probably has some misgivings. Quackity feels he has to remind Sam that this is for the greater good and to stand back and let him do his thing and that this will probably be the last time. These are all reassurances and instructions that would not be necessary if Sam were known to be totally cool with it all already.

Sam believes the stringent measures Dream put in place for the prison are just desserts for him to suffer, but Techno doesn’t deserve the same cruelty, because Techno didn’t enact those rules. And that’s why Techno gets baked potatoes from Sam, and Dream doesn’t. Sam clearly believes this harsh treatment is justified, because Dream was going to do it to someone else. He thinks he’s being just. Of course, allowing the torture, though not his idea and not really comfortable to him, was still crossing a line, considering physical torture was not something Dream did to his victims (and besides, there’s the argument that not everything a criminal has done is morally correct to be done to the prisoner regardless). That, he was convinced, was for the greater good, to get the revive book. Quackity manipulated him; he thinks he’s doing what’s best, but no, of course that doesn’t make him right or his hands clean.

Sam wanted the dog dead because it’s a security risk, especially with Quackity entering the cell with two other people. He killed it later for the exact same reason. Y’all act like nobody else has ever killed an animal in Minecraft RP; get it together. Is Sapnap also evil? Tommy? He killed his own cat. Random animals are not treated with the gravity you guys are giving them; it makes no sense to call out this one time.

When Techno raised the point that he would be fine if Quackity killed him, because Dream could just bring him back, Dream countered with his warning that Techno doesn’t want to experience death, judging by how messed up it made Tommy. What motive would he have to argue that, aside from actually caring about Techno’s well-being? If Dream was only thinking of himself, he would benefit from Techno being willing to die and be brought back to life by him, giving him an easy reason not to give the resurrection knowledge to Quackity. I honestly can’t think of a reason he would argue other than the fact that he doesn’t want Techno to die even temporarily or experience death--that he cares. Interesting...

Dream hiding in the escape tunnel to make it look like he disappeared too was 5,000 IQ, but he didn’t do it just to be silly or smart. Quackity literally threatened to kill Dream when he came back. Dream HAD to pretend to disappear, because he was legitimately in fear for his life. You saw how terrified he was when Sam found him, how he just immediately begged him not to tell Quackity. He was afraid Quackity would come back and kill him before Techno managed to come back and break him out. He believed that would be his fate and had to make a last ditch attempt to avoid that outcome.

Phil confirmed on stream that the blueprints Techno was led to via coordinates are for the prison. Not Tubbo’s missing nuke, like I’ve seen speculated.

“Steve is your polar bear” was written on stream during the “Prison Podcast” Technoblade lore. This is not a mystery. Dream said he wrote it down when Techno started talking about Steve rescuing them.

If Sam doesn’t approve of Quackity killing Dream, why doesn’t he just tell Quackity Dream is still in the prison but not allow Quackity in anymore? Quackity needs Sam to lead him inside, to let him in. Since when did he have any power against Sam to force him to let him in? I don’t understand why Sam has to keep it a secret just to keep Dream alive. Just don’t let Quackity into the prison anymore. Clearly it was a bad idea, since all these security risks happened while Quackity was getting a free pass to not follow the rules of the prison.

Dream casually walking in the way of Sam’s pickaxe to disrupt his swing once Sam almost had the bell broken gets me every time.

The rapport between c!Dream and c!Sam in prison fascinates me. Clearly Dream is much bolder with Sam than Quackity and still seems to trust his sense of duty to a degree. Sam is also more malleable, convinceable, his fatal flaw being actually listening and talking to Dream, even after it clearly messes with him psychologically. He let Quackity manipulate him, too, and he compromises too much. That might seem weird to say, considering the harsh conditions he has Dream in, but. He does give in to a few things.

I’m wondering if Dream wanted to go to the courtyard hoping it was less secure and easier for Techno to break him out of.

Sam has no reason to lie and gaslight about Dream being the one to suggest raw potatoes and sealing up the courtyard. That’s not in his character to do. So clearly Dream suggested these things. In fact, we have proof. Search for the clip of Dream revealing a teaser for future lore, with him telling Sam the hole in the courtyard ceiling for the light is a security flaw. He straight up says that. Update yourselves. Furthermore, are the recordings we have of Dream suggesting nicer features for the prison even lore? Are they in-character, or was it cc!Dream and Sam making plans? I’m genuinely asking, because I don’t remember/am not sure. In any case, clearly the plans changed at some point, and they were Dream’s idea.

Dream said he didn’t realize how bad it was until after he experienced it. This could very well be a lie. However, it could also be a wake-up call. We just don’t know. Dream clearly possesses low empathy, and every person at some point doesn’t fully realize how poorly another being can feel in a bad situation. Sometimes it actually does take experiencing it yourself to realize how it feels. People can do cruel things to others before the empathy fully clicks. It is possible that Dream really does only now understand how harsh his plans were. Unfortunately, it’s just as likely he doesn’t care and is pretending to, because he has a history of acting, lying, and manipulating. We just do not know, and I think that’s part of the fun, the speculation. Note that none of this is excusing what he’s done; that bores me. I just like understanding characters and their psychology and motives.

Sam is ASKING if Dream had this prison built for Tommy. He is suspicious that that is the case. Dream did not TELL him this, because OBVIOUSLY Sam would have absolutely nothing to do with building a prison he knew Dream meant for Tommy. So no, Sam thought it was for something else. And guess what? It was. Back during the disc war finale stream, Dream told Tommy and Tubbo that the prison was originally intended for someone else (maybe multiple people, the number was not specified), but that he changed his mind and would now put Tommy in it (ha ha punny). Tubbo asked who it was originally intended for, and Dream wouldn’t tell him, preferred to keep it a mystery. Dream had zero reason to say this if it weren’t true. In fact, it would have been more impactful to pretend (or admit) he intended it for Tommy all along. Think of the horror, or even the betrayal finding out Sam, his friend, helped make it. So yes, there is every indication that it is the truth--Dream meant the prison for someone else at first.

And Dream didn’t argue with Sam’s accusations, because why WOULD he? If he didn’t tell Tubbo who it was for, he wouldn’t tell Sam now. Plus, he wouldn’t want to argue with Sam, make him more heated and less sympathetic, and risk him deciding to tell Quackity Dream was there after all. Dream has no reason to speak up. Let Sam think what he wants. Dream’s silence does not mean confirmation. This is not a new thing with him. He keeps things mysterious, and there is a lot about his planning and mindset he does not disclose.

Now, whether Dream made the prison harsher before or after he decided he wanted Tommy in it is up for speculation. We don’t know that timeline.

Anyway, Sam’s speech about Dream getting what he deserves is really delicious. All these people out here mocking Dream fans for Dream still being in prison (like Techno’s not imminently coming to break him out, hello?) and being told off by Sam, yet plenty of us are enjoying it, too, like?? Bruh, what kind of Mary-Sue-touting asshole likes characters who are flawless who never go through strife? Can’t be me. I love watching my favs through triumph AND despair, so this is all just a win for me, thanks.

It is possible to sympathize with a bastard who is highly flawed and wrong AND to understand his motivations without justifying his actions AND to realize he deserves punishment (though to what degree I don’t care to argue). All the black and white morality and taking one extreme stance of “this character is perfect!” OR “this character is wholly evil and only ever does things to be sadistic!” and polarizing the community is cringe, yo. You need to calm down. Enjoy the ride or like...get off?

Anyway, Dream is my favorite, Techno is my second favorite, I adore Sam, I really enjoy Quackity, and the SMP wouldn’t be the same without Tommy. So much love for all of this creative work and its creators. I’m having a blast.

#Dream SMP #DSMP #Dream #DreamWasTaken #Technoblade #Awesamdude #Quackity #TommyInnit #Tommy Innit #fandom discourse #Dream SMP lore #Dream SMP theories

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worth-more-than-two-thousand · 3 years ago

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Omega’s Observations

Request: Congrats on starting the blog!! Pumped to have a new writer's work to read 🥰 If you need some requests, how about an echo/gn!medic reader who he develops a crush on, for a little of that sweet sweet mutual pining action✨ Dunno if you write pre-citadel or just BB echo, but I'm happy with either. Have a good weekend!! :) (@krussyfed)

Author’s Note: Whew! This took a while for me to get to a place where I felt good about posting it. Honestly, as most of my writing does, it got a bit away from me, but that’s because I love fleshing out a story, showing-not-telling, and building on events from the canon. But if I saw this through until the end, I probably wouldn’t end up posting this for months! So I hope what I have here is worth the wait, and if you want more, let me know!

Story Notes: Unbeta’ed, no obvious warnings.

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Ask her brothers to describe her, and ‘still and quiet’ would not be two of the words any of them would use.

Hunter would call her curious to a fault, then ruffle her hair to let her know that he meant it in the nicest way possible.

Wrecker would boom with laughter, proclaiming her one of them (“Always ready for action and adventurin’! Let’s go get those gundarks!”).

Tech would probably consider for a moment, then use a four-syllable word. Like effervescent.

Echo would call her young and energetic, but his brow would furrow as though this might be a bad thing. Then he would inevitably follow up with a reminder to stay within sight and keep out of trouble. She didn’t mind. She knew he just worried about her. Omega would always reassure him that she would keep close to her brothers. Of course, whether it actually happened was usually another thing.

Crosshair, if he was with them, would probably call her troublesome.

But really, this was a tactical advantage. Her brothers never expected her to be still and quiet, so she could settle in and be observant when it was least expected of her.

Omega was actually quite accustomed to being taciturn, at least when she needed to be. Her time with Nala Se, after all, was mostly like this.

Watching over like a stone guardian as Nala Se pored over the capsules containing her modified brothers…

...being as unobtrusive as possible during another endless meeting with Lama Su…

...laying noiselessly and without complaint as Nala Se inserted a needle into her arm for yet another blood sample…

These days, Omega could be as boisterous and vivacious (two more words Tech had taught her) as she wanted to be, so long as there was no chance of enemies being around. The only time she was obediently still by choice during these times was when she was being treated by Y/N, Clone Force 99’s on-board medic.

Again, this was mostly out of habit from her time with Nala Se, but it wasn’t as bad. For one thing, Y/N fielded all of Omega’s questions with unending patience. And their hands were less clinical, more gentle than Omega was used to. Nala Se was efficient, not a movement wasted in her examinations. Y/N, however, always offered a comforting touch on the back after a scary encounter, and would gently but firmly place their hands on Omega’s face to look her in the eye to assess emotional well-being.

The first time Y/N had done this was on the Ordo Moon, as Y/N was finishing wrapping up Omega’s small scratches on her hands and knees from her misadventures in the underground tunnels.

At this point, not used to such close eye contact, Omega averted her eyes and looked over Y/N’s shoulder for something to distract her from the unusual awkwardness she felt.

Her eyes met Echo’s.

Her awkwardness vanished as he seemed to startle, a faint flush appearing on his neck, as he coughed, crossed his arms, and turned away, suddenly much more interested in examining the ship’s ceiling than anything else.

What an interesting reaction. Her brain filed it away, curiosity piqued.

Then, over the course of a few weeks, Omega confirmed her suspicions.

Echo was always watching Y/N. Echo liked Y/N.

Omega caught him absentmindedly gazing at Y/N’s hands as they tapped thoughtfully on a datapad while Wrecker carried new medical inventory aboard the Marauder during a supply run.

After Wrecker’s successful inhibitor chip removal on Bracca, and Tech volunteered to go next, Omega watched Y/N’s hands fly across the medical controls, fierce determination sharpening their features. Glancing up, she saw that Echo’s attention was similarly arrested, a look on his face that was bordering very close to adoration.

He seemed most captivated by Y/N’s hands, however, whenever they were treating him personally for any ailments or injuries. Echo always sat pin straight, almost comedically robotic (it would be funnier, but his history brought a sort of cruel irony to the thought) and allowing Y/N to turn his body and maneuver his prosthetic arm however was needed without any fidgeting or complaint.

But his eyes were another story. Darting back and forth everywhere their fingers touched, such a stoniness to his face that Omega was certain he was committing every graze, every feather-light touch, to memory. Y/N, as always, was so focused on the medical work that they never seemed to notice.

Omega saw things, though. Echo was like Y/N’s shadow, often slipping into the same room or area Y/N was in, like a ghost. She observed with fascination how he always angled himself to face her whenever there was a conversation in the cockpit. It didn’t matter if it was just the two of them, or if the entire squad was there and discussing a mission, it was as though he had attuned himself to wherever Y/N happened to be and was drawn to them.

Like a sunflower always facing the sun.

She saw in the field how Echo, not Hunter, was usually the one to call the Marauder to check in or alert Y/N to any injuries that would need to be treated when they returned. How the space between his brows would crease whenever they would radio in but only receive the static of communications interference.

Or worse, no answer at all.

Echo wouldn’t say anything, but Omega felt that her brother’s steps would quicken, just a little. And she wasn’t sure she was just imagining a sudden sense of urgency in the air as they completed the mission, with just a bit more efficiency, a bit more ruthlessness than was usual.

Omega saw how Echo always let out a tiny breath in relief, as though he had been holding it the whole time, whenever they returned to the Marauder with its medic unharmed.

And she would never forget that one time they had returned to the Marauder, doors blasted open, interior trashed, with no medic in sight and droplets of blood leading away from the ship.

Omega had never been in war, had only heard about it passively from the conversations between Nala Se and Lama Su, then a bit more directly from her brothers once she was allowed out of the private lab.

She had once asked Tech about the war, but his response clearly paled in comparison to the dark look on Echo’s face, as they battled their way through enemy after enemy to rescue Y/N.

Omega felt as though she understood war a little bit more after this. At least its motivations.

It took longer for Omega to figure out whether her brother’s feelings were reciprocated. Y/N’s affection wasn’t as obvious, but the trick was to watch more for their actions than in body language.

Since Y/N and Tech slept the least, they would swap bunks and so were usually on opposite sleep schedules. This meant that Y/N would stay up late into the night well after the rest of the boys had retired to their bunks, face alight in the glow of a datapad. They would concentrate fiercely, chewing on their thumbnail and pausing often to tap notes into the margins.

Omega eventually managed to snatch and break into Y/N’s data pad, and saw that they were working their way through a series of medical journals, detailing the latest treatment for prosthetics. There were also several articles on treating post-traumatic stress disorder for former prisoners of war.

Omega had even checked Y/N’s search history, and discovered that they had been using an encrypted channel to search for chatter on the whereabouts of the former 501st legion and its various members. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Y/N had much luck so far, but if the number of searches were any indication, they weren’t giving up.

Omega wondered incredulously how none of her other brothers had yet caught on to the two’s clearly mutual affection for each other. Until she realized that no, they already knew.

Once, when Omega had offered Echo some of her Mantell Mix, Echo had sniffed it, much to her amusement. Her giggles subsided immediately when Echo murmured apologetically that he sometimes had trouble digesting pretty much any food that wasn’t nutritional paste, due to half his digestive system being completely artificial.

Of course, this meant that he must have been experiencing constant abdominal discomfort, as they hadn’t had any nutritional paste on the ship since their escape from Kamino. Hunter once mentioned to her that even the plainest of rations seemed to bother him, but he gamely never complained.

One day, Hunter was giving out rations in the cockpit, and had already given Tech and Wrecker their usual. Then he pulled out a green, unlabeled squeeze packet instead of the usual rations bar, and handed it to Echo, who took it with some confusion.

“What’s this?”

“New brand. It should be easier on your digestive systems than the usual stuff. Tastier, too.”

Echo glanced at the packet skeptically, unscrewing the cap and sniffing at its contents.

“It smells...fresh?”

“Try it,” Hunter urged him, to which Echo obediently tried a small amount.

His mouth rounded in a surprised ‘oh’. Omega wished she could have captured the look on his face with a holovid. He stared at the packet in his hands, with a look that was a bit like wonder and amazement.

This didn’t escape Wrecker’s notice, who immediately stood up in protest. “What? Why does Echo get something new to eat?” He glanced forlornly at the slightly crumpled, stale rations bar in his hand. “I want some!”

“They’re too expensive for your appetite, Wrecker,” Hunter replied, just a bit too quickly, though none of the others seemed to notice. “Besides, you probably wouldn’t like it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that!” Wrecker proclaimed, swiping the packet from Echo’s hands despite Hunter’s attempt to chastise him. Wrecker took a giant slurp.

...and immediately spat it out, some of it splattering on poor Gronk.

“Blech! That tastes weird.”

“Probably because it’s made of fruits and vegetables,” Tech said dryly, “Your palette likely isn’t sophisticated enough to appreciate the subtle bitterness and natural sweetness that are characteristic of those food categories.”

Echo eyed Hunter skeptically. “And we have the money to keep buying these?”

Hunter hummed, closing the rations box and turning away from the cockpit. “Omega’s paying for it from her holochess winnings.” She startled at the sudden mention of her name. “We have extra to spare, for now.” Hunter subtly winked at her when the others weren’t looking.

“Oh. Thank you, Omega,” said Echo, looking at her with true gratitude. Omega flushed a bit, but mostly because it actually didn’t have anything to do with her. She played along, however, and insisted it was no problem. It did seem to make him happy, so there was no harm in a small lie like that, right?

She cornered Hunter later, though, and insisted on him telling her the truth. After wearing him down a bit, he finally relented.

“Okay, but you can’t tell the others, all right? Believe me, I’ve already tried to talk them out of it. But Y/N has been doing some medical work on the side, working at one of the clinics near Cid’s bar. They’ve been using the money to buy these.”

Omega’s face screwed up in confusion. “Why can’t you just tell Echo that?”

Hunter sighed. “Because they don’t want Echo to know. Figures that Echo wouldn’t like them going out on their own to work in the slums for his sake. They’re probably right, of course.” He rubbed at his forehead, a sure sign of an impending headache.

Omega frowned, then decided to go for it.

“You know they like each other, right?”

Hunter blinked at her, looking surprised. At her determined stare, he gave a sigh and muttered something like, ‘I’m getting too old for this’. He proceeded to explain patiently to her that perhaps Echo and Y/N liked each other, but pointed out how awkward or difficult it could be to have a romantic relationship in such close quarters, especially when they as a team also had bigger things to worry about.

It sounded like Hunter had given this exact speech at least twice before.

So Tech and Wrecker knew, then, but were being polite about it (or, in Wrecker’s case, had probably gotten an earful from Hunter earlier about tact and ‘minding one’s own business’).

Well. That wouldn’t do.

By the time Echo got up the nerve to say anything, he’d probably be old! (Omega wouldn’t, but she tried not to think too hard about that particular fact.)

So, she began to scheme. Quietly.

She had the tactical advantage, after all.

#fic request #arc trooper echo #echo x you #echo x reader #echo #tbb echo #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb omega #echo x g/n reader #unbeta'd

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therealvinelle · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was reading through your meta (which is reeeeally interesting) and noticed you said you don't like Eleazar? I was wondering why that was?

Tumblr ate this ask when I had almost finished it and I hate everything. Also, thanks for the compliment, I’m really glad you like my things.

Now to try and remember what I wrote about Eleazar…

I think Eleazar is a disagreeable person whose gift wasn’t useful enough to warrant a place in the Volturi guard, and Aro jumped on the Carmen-shaped excuse to give him an honorable discharge.

To start with the gift, we see him use it twice and neither time is particularly impressive.

Siobhan Siobhan has the power of reality manipulation. Her gift is noticeable enough that Carlisle is certain she has it, so when he gets Eleazar and Siobhan in a room together he pulls Eleazar over to see if he was right. Eleazar squints at Siobhan. And he squints. Finally he says, «I’ve got nothing.» Now, gifts are an iffy, complicated matter everyone has their own theories about, but I think that at the end of the day we can all agree it’s a binary, you’re gifted or you’re not. Some gifts may be weak, but those are still gifts. And maybe someone will touch the gray zone of «is it a gift or is Johnny the vampire just really good at juggling?», but Siobhan has the power to manipulate reality, and she must do it a lot for Carlisle to have come to suspect it in the first place. She has a definitive and powerful gift. And even if I’m wrong about gifts being binary, if Eleazar wants to be useful to Aro he should still be able to say: Yes, this person has a gift, or no, this person does not have a gift. Sadly, he is not. When brought before Siobhan he says «She could have a gift, she could also not have a gift.» This means he hasn’t detected her gift, which is bad enough by itself. Being able to tell if someone has a gift or not should be a dealbreaker. The way he answers, though, that she could very well have a gift he doesn’t know about, makes it clear that people having gifts he couldn’t detect has happened enough for him to be open to the possibility that the gift there, and he can’t see it. In other words, Eleazar isn’t reliable for detecting gifts and will give Aro false negatives.

Bella This is an aside but as it’ll inevitably come up later in my blog I’ll just drop here that I think Bella’s gift is something more complex than a shield. She has prophetic dreams, hallucination!Edward, and there’s a weird inconsistency as to who is blocked by her and who isn’t. I think her gift is self-preservation, and the shield is one of its manifestations. Anyway, onto discrediting Eleazar. (I’ll be pretty closely paraphrasing what happens in chapter 31 of Breaking Dawn, but since the interaction goes on for several pages I’m not going to clutter this post by pasting all of it.) To his credit, he does notice Bella right away, and he identifies her as a shield based on the fact that he gets this sense of nothingness from her. This is all he can do, however, and I can’t stress that enough. He assumes that she can block Edward, but he’s shocked to learn that she can block Aro. He’s just as surprised that she can block Jane and Alec. He has to interview her to deduce exactly what her gift does, which again has nothing to do with his gift. Anyone could ask questions, in fact Aro found all this out two books ago, without the help of Eleazar. Eleazar then starts musing aloud about who-would-win in a Renata vs. Bella showdown (more on that later), which is as tactless as it is revealing. The guy genuinely doesn’t know, and it’s because he doesn’t understand their gifts well enough. Eleazar’s power means he can tell Bella that she has a gift, and he knows roughly what it is. He muses that usually he can’t even tell that much, which again is quite damning. He can’t tell her exactly what she does without a game of 20 questions first. She gives him more information than he gives her, which he then regurgitates back to her with slightly different wording, and everybody claps. «My god, Eleazar, you’ve done it again!» (No, really, this is pretty much what happens. Eleazar brought no new information to the table, yet he blew Bella and Edward’s minds.) It’s all fun and games to do this for Bella and Edward, as they for various reasons genuinely didn’t realize she had a gift. For Aro, who figured this one out on his own, one begins to wonder what Eleazar was bringing to the table.

Carlisle Bonus bullet point! I’ll make this one brief. I believe Carlisle in canon has a gift he’s unaware of (Yes, I have a post planned, but it will get ugly long so god knows when it’ll come), which makes him another one of Eleazar’s gift detection fails. In short, I think he’s extremely charismatic, able to win over anybody. To list a few examples - he has an extremely diverse set of friends who in Breaking Dawn are willing to lay down their lives for him, Jacob muses how his instinctive hostility around vampires doesn’t apply to Carlisle, and vampires are terrifying to humans (don’t be fooled by the movies, people) yet Carlisle is able to work as a successful doctor, meaning his patients don’t mind being exposed to a killing machine even when they’re at their most vulnerable. He’s able to keep his family of sociopaths in line. There’s not a single person in the Twilight ‘verse that dislikes him. (Billy and Caius excepted, but Billy has no direct exposure to him until late Eclipse, and Caius is responding to a coven that’s potentially threatening the Volturi) People are free to disagree with me on this one, but if I’m right (and I have a lot of book quotes as well as a theory on what gifts even are to back me up on this one. I’m right, damnit!) then Carlisle is another gifted vampire Eleazar failed to detect.

So. We’ve established that Eleazar’s gift will yield false negatives, and that he can’t tell you much about the gifts he does detect.

I think his power is to point out the obvious.

Which means that Aro’s eyelid was twitching slightly, but alright, Eleazar could still be useful.

Unfortunately, there is the matter of weighing up your pros with your cons.

The Volturi are, at the end of the day, a group of people who live in a commune together. Coven, guard, evil minions, call them what we like but they’re exposed to each other and some sense of agreeability is required. And Chelsea is not omnipotent.

More, I imagine that in a coven as large and old as the Volturi, they’ve developed a culture of their own. This means that newcomers will need social awareness and a willingness to fit in.

Eleazar, from what we see of him in Breaking Dawn, appears to lack both.

It’s in the way he speaks of the people he used to work with. It’s utterly impersonal. He tells us how their gifts work, no more and no less. When he speaks of Aro, he speaks only of actions Aro took and orders he gave, nothing about the man’s personality. Now, considering the context, he was speaking in a context where Jane’s thoughts and feelings were far from relevant, but it’s still notable.

Also notable is the fact that he has no issue contemplating a Renata vs. Bella scenario, even though this would mean the deaths of two people he worked with for years. Perhaps it’s a thought exercise, but it’s not a thought exercise I would have gotten into when it was days away from becoming reality. If Renata can’t deflect Bella’s power, she and Aro die.

I’ll put it this way - I don’t think he’d do a «who would win» like this involving Carmen.

At no point in the book does Eleazar show any concern for the eventuality that members of a guard he used to be a part of may get killed.

It seems he didn’t form personal relationships with the rest of the guard. I suspect he considered himself... if not quite above them, then still someone who could evaluate them. Their gifts is what he looked at in them. I also think it’s likely he asked Aro not to use Chelsea on him, which in turn would have made him stick out even more as there’s nothing making him and Volturi Guard Member X just click in the way I imagine Chelsea can be very helpful with. Which in turn means that the other guard members will feel close to one another in a way they’re not close to Eleazar.

Also… he’s just a douche. I’m sorry, but I don’t make the rules and the whole guy radiates douche. I can’t even point to a specific quote in the book, it’s just is.

I don’t think this guy never really fit into the Volturi guard, and his gift wasn’t useful enough to keep him. Aro was thrilled to have him at first, but as time went on and Eleazar proved to just not be all that, he eventually realized he had to get rid of him.

Because as others have pointed out before me, the Carmen excuse makes no sense. There would be no problem in one more vampire in the castle, yet Aro wouldn’t let her in and Eleazar had to choose.

It was a solution that sent Eleazar on his way with his ego intact, and no hard feelings towards the Volturi. More, Aro is on record doing this with it’s-not-you thing with at least one other vampire. Laurent wanted to join the Volturi, had nothing to bring to the table, and Aro used past association with the Romanians as an excuse for why Laurent couldn’t join rather than tell him to his face that he was useless. With Marcus, Aro, and Chelsea around, the Romanian connection isn’t a problem, meaning Aro was bullshitting.

TL;DR: Aro is the kind of person who’d lie and say his grandma died if he doesn’t want to go to your party, and Eleazar is the kind of person who’d say «My condolences».

#eleazar #aro #volturi #laurent #siobhan #bella swan #carlisle cullen #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #twilight #long post #Anonymous #ask

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years ago

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Fucked up love interests you say? Can I request Eden getting sick of Avery keeping his kid from the woods, so Eden breaks into Avery's place, ties to to a chair and makes him watch as Eden ruin's his kid. He wanted to rail them in his cabin, but fucking them stupid in front of their dad works too. Better if it starts as noncon, but the PC is addicted to Eden's cock by the end.

Would Avery get off on watching this, even with how much he hates Eden?

Got a little carried away here, so under the cut for length

Eden comes into town looking for supplies, same old, same old, only this time his eyes end up falling on non other than stuck-up Avery coming out of an expensive looking jewelers with the prettiest little thing Eden has ever seen following soon after.

He's overjoyed when you call out "Father!" to get the businessman's attention. He's your dad, not your daddy. That's good, Eden doesn't like the thought of that fucker having touched you.

Immediately, fantasies about bringing you home and having you sit in his lap so you can cockwarm him while he reads rush through his mind, and the hunter finds himself trailing the two of you to Avery's car. And memorising the make, model, and licence plate.

It takes so long to find out where you live. Big, fancy house with a pristine garden - no suprise there. Then he has to watch and find out when you'll be home alone. Easier to get you that way. Then he had to call in favours from Bailey to get some stuff to disable the over the top security system.

One day, when he's walking past, he bumps into Avery by accident. The rich prick had the audacity to sneer at him and tell him to get out of the neighbourhood, that his mere presence is bringing down the property value, before shoving past and entering his gated community. Looks like someone hasn't grown since school. If he'd stayed a moment longer, Eden would have started throwing punches.

Instead, Eden's plans to get you alone and take you away secretly morph into something else. Something more vengeful.

When the time comes, he slips in through a window and silently makes his way up to the master bedroom. Avery sleeps peacefully, in silk pyjamas of all things, and the hunter gags him before he begins binding the man. He wakes up half way through, but its too late at that point.

Avery struggles against the rope and tries to scream, skin going red at how angry he is. Its funny to see, actually. Such a high and mighty man reduced to this. The hunter drags his catch out of his room, across the hall, and into the room of his sleeping prey.

You wake up, hearing the racket, and freeze in shock at what you see before you yell out for your father. Still, you hide beneath your blanket - as if it'll protect you from anything. You don't need to be scared anyways, you're about to have the ride of your life.

Eden drops Avery on the floor, maybe purposely letting his head bounce against the wood for his own entertainment, before marching over to you and ripping away the covers.

Kick and scream all you like, the hunter finds it easy to tear your clothes off and wrestle you into submission. You're so small and delicate, you need to be protected and cared for properly - and considering what happening now, clearly the businessman isn't capable of doing that.

Just like your father, Eden ties you up. Unlike him, you're not gagged. He wants to hear you beg for him at some point tonight. Wants to hear you moan out when you cum on his prick.

"You did a good job making this one," he praises as his hands trail all over your bare skin. Avery still flails on the floor, voice going hoarse from all that screaming he's been doing. Tough luck, he's stuck until Eden decides otherwise.

You're crying and shaking, begging to be let go as the hunter flips you onto your back and spreads your legs to get a good look at that pretty little hole. His mouth waters, and he can't help himself from having a taste.

He's never gone down on someone before. He hopes you enjoy the way his tongue teases, the way he fucks you open with it.

"Please, mister, please stop!" your voice quivers as you say it, obviously affected by the stimulation he's giving you. Maybe you're just trying to put up a front for dear old dad, so he doesn't think you're a whore. It's okay, Eden will still give you what you need.

Your taste is amazing, he thinks. You're amazing, body so perfect, voice so sweet. He could tongue-fuck you all day, but tonight he has other things in mind.

The hunter is breathing heavily by the time he comes up for air, desperately hard in his pants. He nearly tears them when he shoves the fabric down his thighs, letting his massive cock out and laying over you so you can see exactly how deep it will go. The thing reaches your belly-button.

Eyes wide, you try to wiggle away. "No, it's too big! Please, it'll hurt, mister, please-"

Not listening, Eden presses the thick head to your spit-slickened hole and starts pushing in, savouring how you gasp out and go stiff. A loud bump from the floor let's him know Avery is still trying to get loose. Frustrated screams tell him it's not coming along great.

Bottoming out, Eden leans over your body and starts fucking into you like an animal, squeezing out every whimper and whine that he can from between your lips.

Full, is how you feel. So incredibly full and it's hard to breathe from how this stranger batters your poor hole. Each drag of his dick against your gummy walls send a million jolts of pleasure through your body, and you want to cry harder from the guilt that it makes you feel.

Your father is there! Bound, being forced to watch as you're raped - as you enjoy being raped - in your own bed! Who was this man, anyways? A competitor? No, he's not dressed like a man your father would bother with. He looks wild and uncaring. Rugged. And unfortunately, handsome.

"Such a delicate thing, aren't you? You'll make a wonderful spouse when I get you home," he says as he pounds away, before turning once again to Avery. "You're not going to see them again after tonight. You don't deserve to have such a sweet thing as yours. Can't even protect them in your own home."

It makes you nauseous to hear the plans he has for you. That you're about to be abducted and kept god-knows where by this mad-man with a grudge. Will he hurt you? Will you be forever kept captive?

You can't look at your father. You can't see the heartbreak, anger, maybe even disgust that could be on his face. That would be a sight that would haunt you in your dreams, and you want your memories of him to be good ones. Like the times he takes you for icecream after you do well on tests, or takes you to wonderful parties where you can wear your best clothes. Instead, you study the wild man above you. Focus on the stranger's long hair and muscled body. Try to steady your breathing and hold in moans as a coil forms in your stomach.

One last time, you attempt to get away, only to be pulled right back onto his length. The change in angle makes it hit something inside of you just right, and you keen in a high pitched tone. So good, it feels so good, and you hate this man for it.

Eden loves the dazed look in your eyes as he hammers at that special spot. How he can see all logic leave, replaced by lust and a need to get off. So he stays consistent in his movements, giving you exactly what you need, so he can feel you tighten around him, ready to milk his cock like a good little pet.

Back arching, your whole body shakes as you reach your peak, incoherent babbling falling from your mouth. Its all so hot, so addicting to see, and the hunter joins you in your bliss soon after.

Dick still twitching, Eden stays buried inside of you. He'll be starting up another round in a minute or two, but he wants to treasure this moment. Treasure how you've become putty in his hands, not even whining when he leans over and kisses you. You have such soft lips.

"Good pet. There's plenty more where that came from, I promise. You just have to keep being so well behaved, just for me," he whispers into your ear, placing butterfly kisses along your neck as he does so.

Reluctantly, he pulls back. A certain someone had gone quiet, and the last thing he needs is the bastard getting free and starting a fight.

Luckily, Avery is still where he left him. Must have gave up fighting, instead laying there with his cheek smushed against the polished floorboards, breathing hard through his nose.

"Tired already? Come on, you've barely moved. Fucking pathetic, really. What, don't love your kid enough to make a real effort to save them?" there's no reaction from the businessman, so Eden pushes further. "Nah, you're all performative. Only pretending to care so they'll be obedient and keep your reputation up, right?"

That gets his attention. Earns Eden a seething glare that only makes him laugh. Then it's back to you. To caressing your cheek as he starts pumping his hips again.

"I'll care for you, genuinely. I promise. You'll never have to doubt me," he coos, a hand coming between your legs to play with your sensitive sex. You arch up into his touch with a moan, too tired to deny your body the things it seeks.

Preserve your energy, you tell yourself. Be pliant and good so you can fight back later. Don't think about how right it feels to be impaled on this man's prick, how mind-blowing your orgasm was.

Limp, covered in his own sweat, and full of solemn defeat, Avery watches from across the room. Sorrow is what he feels, along with rope burn across his skin perfect, cared for skin. Sorrow that, yet again, Eden has won. That he can't break free of these ropes despite working so hard to keep in shape. That his only child is being defiled by such a brute.

Avery can't do anything as his baby is fucked into oblivion over and over again. Can't tune out the moment you stop begging for it to end and instead ask for more. You're only trying to please the hunter, he reasons. Only being submissive so you aren't hurt, you're smart like that.

At least, that's what he hopes.

#Eden the Lonely #Avery the Moneybags #younger au #tw noncon #spill your guts #anonymous

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the-six-espada · 3 years ago

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TBB Spoilers below. A rant (please don’t pay me any mind, I might delete this :d)

I’ve been fighting the urge to write about this but I decided what the hell. Please note that I’m aware I am discussing the emotions and narrative of a fake show, with a fake universe and fake characters – I’m just dumping some thoughts I’ve had in the past few days.

I’m not aiming to change anyone’s opinion here – I’m well aware there are a lot of people who don’t like Crosshair as they’ve made it painfully aware in the past weeks, however I do want to calmly explain a few things and if you’re interested in reading them be my guest.

I can understand that a lot of people might not entirely comprehend the emotions I will try to explain party because they perhaps never experienced them and partly because I probably won’t word them accurately enough but I will do the best I can.

The contents of the last episode of the Season 1 Bad Batch series have left me a little broken. I’m really trying to not get too emotional but the contents of this series have triggered some emotional trauma I’ve buried (as I’m sure it did for a lot of people, but I will be speaking only for myself here) – I’m not blaming the show in any way. I love the show. It’s because of its good writing and setting that this hurts so much.

Crosshair being left again is really upsetting to me for a lot of reasons. The gaping distance created by the Bad Batch and Crosshair is so hurtful. Earlier on in the show, after seeing the complete disregard for their brother, I thought that perhaps there is part of this narrative that we are missing. Maybe the relationship between them wasn’t as good as we thought. Maybe at some point during their upbringing or the numerous missions they’ve been on together these guys figured out they hate their brother. Or at least don’t care for him. Which would be enough of a reason for them to completely not hesitate to continue their lives without him. However what I cannot understand is – how can you leave him stranded on a platform on a planet that is just water, where the only building on that planet has been blown up minutes prior, without his weapon and backpack.

They practically left him for dead.

You don’t care about your brother and you don’t want him to be on your team? Fine. You can’t get past your differences and work together or have a healthy conversation about your differences in opinions? Understandable. But please explain to me how leaving him with no weapon on a absolutely deserted planet makes any sense? Even if the Empire does come back to look for him (which in my opinion is highly unlikely) what do you think they will do to him? The only Empirial teammate he had and was left alive saw him and snitched on him to Rampart. They gave the order to kill him alongside the other clones. They most likely will either kill him or experiment on him. Hunter knows this. He might not be certain exactly what’s going to happen but he for a fact knows the Empire will discard him - he said so to Crosshair on two occasions.

So now in my opinion is just a question of basic human decency to at least drop him somewhere - on another planet at least I don’t know.

For the people who think Crosshair was too rude to his brothers in the last episode and was making too snarky replies. First, it’s not news that Crosshair in general does that - since day one he has been sarcastic and borderline “rude”. Whether or not his brothers found that annoying or not is up to debate but at least in my opinion they didn’t seem too bothered by it. Ask anyone with siblings - bickering is part of the family relationship. Second, I don’t know if you ever encountered someone after a dramatic breakup (doesn’t matter if it’s a friendship or a romantic relationship) but his behavior was presented very accurately. Please try to imagine getting into a fight with someone you had years of build relationship, people who you deeply cared for and trusted, people you probably loved. You get into a fight, you fall out and don’t hear each other for some time. Now you have a lot of time for these emotions to brew inside you - you will mainly feel sadness. Why did this happen? Why are they not reaching out? They know you are in pain so why aren’t they trying to remedy things? Queue all of the moments you had together, all the good memories, all the emotions you’ve shared and how much you devoted yourself to them. Was it all fake? Did they feel the same? Then comes anger. How could they? How could you? Why did you let yourself be this vulnerable with someone? Why are they not trying to communicate with you? Don’t they hurt the same as you? This segment by the way opens up a whole other door of trust issues and thoughts that lead you to conclusions to never let yourself be this vulnerable with others or have any kind of deep emotions for anyone else but we are not going to tackle that. (Not to mention that until that point Crosshair was already presented as a very closed off character and probably the only people he truly felt comfortable with were his brothers but never mind that now.) So you are angry and sad. Unfortunately even with all that hurt you don’t stop loving this person/these people because it just doesn’t work like that. In fact it is so painful because you love them. Time passes and you finally meet and the first thing that it’s itching at your tongue is to tell them they have hurt you. Which Crosshair did - he explained they’ve left him even though they were brothers and in a way betrayed him. Then comes the desire to inflict pain back - it’s completely irrational because a part of you wants to patch things up but another just wants to get payback. To say something, anything, to hurt them. It’s erratic, childish - exactly what we can see from Crosshair in this last episode. He takes every opportunity to bite back. And honestly I can’t blame him. That’s a totally normal response. I would like to point out that in a way the batch does that too - they are not warm to him in any way either, which again is valid since from their point of view they also probably feel betrayed by him. Also, the fact that he doesn’t feel the need to physically harm them (even though as he said it would have been totally justifiable from his point of view) but just make a few snarky remarks? Yeah, I would let that slide.

Honorable mention to the fact that no one apologized .. for anything. Even a casual “sorry, we left you” or “sorry, we didn’t bother to come looking for you” - nothing. I think at this point no one was expecting for the batch to start dramatically confessing their feelings but just a plain apology would have been a great start. It just confuses me so much. Hunter said to Omega “I’m angry at myself. We don’t leave our own behind.” and yet couldn’t express a simple gesture of apology to him? It makes no sense to me. I know that not everyone is emotional. Not everyone can have or express strong feelings for another human being in a relationship. But the complete lack of interest from the batch since day 1 about what is happening with their brother is baffling to me.

I’m gonna say this once and there are probably going to be people out there who don’t get it and that’s fine but: If you deeply care about someone and love them you would want them to come back. Against all odds. In spite of what they say. You would dare do the impossible just for the off chance something, anything, works and you get to have them back.

The Batch went back to save Hunter. On Kamino. In a situation where, honestly, they were going to die if it wasn’t for Crosshairs decision to give them a chance. They were walking in outnumbered against a person who knew and could predict their every move. And they knew that but they had to try. No such thing at any point was shown for Crosshair. They didn’t even try to get to him at the end. The only one who did was Omega. And I’m willing to believe that if Hunter or whoever stepped in after her conversations with him he was perhaps going to crack but.. no one even tried.

I don’t want to seem like I hate the show or the other characters. Words cannot express how good this show is and how accurately it’s written (in my opinion) but it’s just hurtful. And I believe a lot of us Crosshair fans are hurt because we can empathize. I’m not living under the illusion that my opinion of Crosshair is going to change anyone else’s - this is not what I’m trying to do. This is my post, take it or leave it. I just had thoughts and wanted to lay them out. If you read through all of this, thank you for giving it your time.

#TBB #The Bad Batch #Bad Batch #Crosshair #Hunter #Tech #Echo #Wrecker #Omega #Star Wars #starwars #word vomit #I apologize I don't mean to attack anyone #these are just my feelings #might delete

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stra66otkiller · 4 years ago

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ELI CLARK SWF/NSFW HCS

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he’s a darling, truly. he was something akin to a kicked puppy when you first arrived to the mansion. meek, yet intimidated, he was someone you felt that needed taking care of

poor thing looks like he’s having a tough time on a cipher? here you come with your overzealous and overbearing parental love for him.

the whole manor can see how you view him, and really, they all think you’re clinically insane

eli clark was one of many men, but he was not the weak or the lost at all

in fact, he was someone with a tendency to act passive aggressive or have a short temper at a cipher if something wasn’t going right. he was the type of person to ignore you if he feels that you’ll disturb him in the future, the type of person to avoid speaking to anyone at all costs because he thinks he’s higher power (although he’ll never show it)

surely, he is kind, he’s sweet, but there are his moments that the other survivors can see that you don’t get to see

eli loves your personality. loves how you attend to his every response or move. he loves how you take care of him. he finds it adoring when you worry over simple injuries or when he goes out alone and he finds you waiting for him anxiously

he treats you like a god. his god.

everything you do he is unimaginably amazed by it that it’s almost annoying to watch

whenever he’s not near you, he sends brooke to watch after you, but sometimes he forgets brooke is watching you and tries to find you himself which leads to a lot of interaction with the hunter

not to mention, he loves it when your smile, which is cliche in a sense but he loves it. he immediately responds with a smile of his own, whether a small or huge smile on your face, one will find its way onto eli’s face no matter what

he unconsciously leans into your warmth and feels bad when you shuffle to get away. as if a boundary was established that was never there before, yet it washes away the moment you start to coo over him again

and by all means, eli is NOT the funniest. he can’t be unintentionally funny like norton or naturally good at cracking unneeded jokes like kevin, of which you always laugh to (unfortunately), but he does try

his attempt at humor that matches your humor always goes horribly wrong that others cringe watching it. while you find it adoring, and he finds it as another reason for a nervous breakdown when you’re not around

around the other survivors he’s simply that nice one with the owl that occasionally cracks from stress. but to you, the other survivors can tell he looks like an angel descent from heaven and blessed upon you as a babysitter

it was the day of his former fiancé’s birthday, gertrude, that he had realized what was happening

you were so kind when he would vent to you, and you to him, but when he spoke about his past fiancé he wanted a reaction. call it selfish and him a horrible man but he wanted something that showed you had interest in him — just something

but alas, he saw nothing but genuine comfort, raw sweetness dripping from your voice that he so dearly wished to be words that expressed jealousy over his past lover

you saw him as a child. someone who needed supervision. the realization hit him when the other survivors would call you his mother or laugh between your interactions

it only made him cry into your hands, he tried to guise his sudden despair with remembering gertrude, trying to push himself into your lap as if it would help. all the while, fat tears rolling down his face because he feels worthless — he feels alone — and stupid

so then he chooses to do something stupid and spills everything

it’s complicated when he explains it, but when you finally understand the words that were coming out in sobs and stutters, and the tears pooling at your clothes, you then press a soft kiss to the under of his eye

albeit its almost awkward, for you, doing that aloof smile on your face when you’re lost is what makes him confused, but your hands on the side of his head numb that confusion down to silence, and his skin burns where your lips touched

you tell him he’s adoring. literally. there isn’t enough synonyms for adorable to describe him

he questions shyly, sniffling even, that if the relationship could be more

and you agree, although, hesitantly

you saw eli as courageous, cute, hardworking, and sweet, but none of those traits or himself made you scream for romance. and maybe the guilt ate you up, and that’s why you agreed

however, he worked hard to change that perception of him as time passed

he increasingly became more active and bashful during your new relationship. he had a tendency of asking for hugs and small kisses here and there, his cheeks would blossom with red when you would just stare at him long enough

he’d try to prove to to you that he didn’t need supervision. as much as he loves you around him, he wanted you to see him as dependable

sometimes he would coo over you which certainly made the manor erupt in fits of laughter when your face deepened to dark reds never seen before

eli, occasionally, would slip and mention something of gertrude, but you usually don’t pay mind to it. you’re understanding of his situation and you don’t find the need to fight over it when you’re both stuck in the mansion

he finds his occasional slip ups as death. he profusely apologizes and follows you around anxiously to make sure you don’t go to anyone else but him (you can tell he sends his owl at unneeded times), he tip toes around you but becomes blunt when he feels as though you’re mad at him (you’re not, but his anxiety-driven head thinks you are)

the only way you assure he’s fine is by staying by his side and talking to him a lot. and i mean a lot.

eli relies on communication, even if he’s horrible at it, he wants to make sure he’s doing everything right, something you truly adore

nsfw:

sensitive and sloppy. that’s it.

when you kiss him on the cheek it makes everything inside of him twist and burn, his legs wobble when he walks sometimes, but on the lips he truly feels as though he’s going to pass out

he moans into the kiss, trying to follow desperately but ultimately submitting and shaking under you when you pull away with a smile

kisses are usually very sloppy, not that he’s trying to but your simple peck on the corner of his lips makes him go haywire, drool collecting at the sides of his mouth

refuses to touch you. will not lay a hand on you. he’s so scared of hurting you, as though he’s too rough or you don’t like it. he worships you, he wants you to feel like a god when you are one

sometimes his hands ghost over your head or hips in fear of hurting you, you can only watch as his orgasm makes his hands flinch or scrunch up his clothes with an immeasurable amount of strength to avoid touching you

he loves initiating small acts whenever too

occasionally, coming to wrap his hands around you and shoving his face into your neck to pepper kisses along your collarbones, but he’s always too scared to go further and needing your guidance for the rest

you love to give him head at any given moment. tears start to pool into his eyes when you suck particularly too hard at the skin of his cock, or when he feels the tip hit the back of your throat

he loves it when you swallow his cum but also hates it. he apologizes and says it’s dirty but he can’t help feel more aroused when you swallow around him

eli’s favorite position is cowgirl or doggy-style

you being on top allows for you to lead and him to submit to you. whining when you go too fast or too slow, and you only laugh meanly before speeding up

he also loves cockwarming. something about being connected to you so intimately is really arousing to him. sometimes you’ll find his hands trying to push you further down his cock to hold you into place, crying about how good it feels to be inside of you and how warm, and how your walls are milking him

doggy-style, even in a more submissive position, you still have power over him

again, eli loves communication, just telling him he’s fucking you so good, calling him pup, or even baby, his hips are immediately stuttering into yours like a dog in heat

“it feels good, right?” he questions with a stutter, letting out a sharp grunt into your neck when your walls clamp up against his cock

unlike others, he doesn’t curse. but he will call you beautiful while he’s pounding into you. and sometimes he’ll call you his

even if he came already, he’ll listen if you tell him to keep going. the sensitivity leaves him spinning and coming once more

something you find cute is that jealousy sex is nothing rough. in fact, it’s so tame. eli takes his time to kiss you and thoroughly remind you that you both were dating, even if it means he’s crying into your shoulder while fucking you slowly

he’s so vocal to the point you’d rather just listen to him during sex. he whines uncontrollably when you slowly sink down onto his cock, praising about how big it is and how it might not fit

loves being called pup!!! during sex!!! outside of the bedroom it’s disheartening, but when he’s fucking you so sloppily after a bad day, drool coming from his mouth, and he’s whining into your ear, hearing you call him pup has him coming inside of you immediately

sadly, he does not like coming inside of you. he worships your body and thinks of his cum being inside of you is dirtying you. he tries to avoid it and comes into his hand

he basically treats you like a god outside and inside, so when both of you are finally spent, he’s the one getting up and cleaning everything. his aftercare is so intensive, especially if he came inside of you, he wants to make sure everything is out and you feel comfortable

#eli clark #identity v #idv #idv seer #idv eli clark #identity 5 #identity v eli clark #identity v seer #eli clark x reader #seer x reader #idv fanfic #identity v fanfic #eli x reader #fanfic

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demi-shoggoth · 3 years ago

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2021 Reading Log pt. 21

Two very good books this time around, bookending (hah!) three mediocre ones.

101. Locked In Time: Animal Behavior Unearthed in 50 Extraordinary Fossils by Dean Lomax, illustrated by Bob Nichols. This may be my favorite book I’ve read all year. As the title suggests, it’s about how animal behavior is demonstrated in the fossil record, going over examples of community interactions, mating behavior, parental care, predation and more. Not only is each fossil given detailed coverage, each of them has a bespoke piece of paleoart showing the animal or animals in life. Many of these are cases I had heard of before, but told well and collected into a convenient volume. And the ones that I hadn’t are sometimes remarkable. Like a fossil of two Columbian mammoths locked in a death struggle—one had stabbed the other in the eye as their tusks got entangled, and then in their collapse they landed on and crushed a coyote. Impossibly metal, totally true.

102. Ice Cream: A Global History by Laura B. Weiss. I heard about this book from the web series Tasting History, but that episode basically covered everything in the first half of the book. If ten minutes of a YouTube video can completely lay out 70 pages, it’s a good sign of how slight this volume is. The images are nice, but there’s just not a lot of content here. One thing I did like (?) was that every time it talked about classic brands of ice cream or their retailers, it threw in at the end what giant multinational conglomerate now owns them. A slightly depressing look at the business end of ice cream. And I did learn what makes premium brands premium—more fat, less air. But other than that, it’s much like a cheap ice cream cone. Pleasant enough, but gone quickly, and not especially memorable.

103. A Guide to Sky Monsters by T.S. Mart and Mel Cabre. I picked this up at Barnes and Noble because it had original illustrations and lots of them. Many of the pictures depict cryptids that are rarely pictured, like the Chilean manta-man, the Texas Big Bird and Batsquatch. There’s also a delightfully cheeky picture of the Jersey Devil perched on a printing press churning out Poor Richard’s Almanack, a reference to the real-life Leeds family and their rivalry with Benjamin Franklin. Unfortunately, the art is the only good thing about the book. The text is remarkably disjointed and disorganized, full of padding and inconsistencies. The book tries to play coy about whether it believes that these monsters are real or whether they’re just good stories, but it seems to alter its perspective from chapter to chapter, and even paragraph to paragraph. For example, it tells the story of the Lone Pine Mountain Devil, admits that all evidence points to it being a hoax, and then says, “well, we can’t say if it’s true or not, here’s some details to flesh it out”. And then it talks about the history of California’s colonization and the Catholic Missions for three pages! It also conflates folklore, mythology and cryptids as a matter of course. The sections about thunderbird mythology sometimes make distinctions between the belief systems and traditions of different Native American peoples, and sometimes lumps them all together as if it were the same thing. And sometimes claims that thunderbirds are living pterosaurs that eat people! At least one of the authors (they’re a mother/daughter team, so probably both) is a Young Earth Creationist, and a few pages are taken after talking about ropens to chide people for being mean to Young Earth Creationists. Just dreadful.

104. Insects Did It First, 2nd Edition by Gregory S. Paulson and Eric R. Eaton. This should really be “redacted by Paulson and Eaton”. The 1st edition was written by Paulson, Robert Aker and E. Paul Catts. Aker and Catts are now dead, and Paulson updated the book with more information with the help of Eaton. This publication history is honestly more interesting than the book itself. It consists of short articles (2-5 paragraphs) about inventions and behaviors insects evolved before humans. Agriculture, architecture, food storage, etc. As an entomology specialist who reads a lot of books for general audiences, I like to see things I didn’t know, or at least old tales told in an engaging way. And for me, this book didn’t deliver. It might be a good starter for someone who doesn’t know anything about insects and wants to learn, but I didn’t get much out of it.

105. Medical Apartheid by Harriet A. Washington. One of the best books I’ve read this year, and also one of the most upsetting. The book is about how Black Americans have been exploited by medical research, from the slavery era to the modern day (or at least 2006, when the book was published). The book is well written, thoroughly researched and thoroughly enraging. It saves its most shocking revelations for last, ending with a chapter about MK Ultra’s biowarfare on black civilians and Project Coast. That was a South African bioweapons division attempting to create black-specific pathogens, stoked by US Department of Defense money and expertise and possibly linked to the 2001 anthrax attacks.

#books #reading log #institutional racism #medical racism #paleontology #cryptozoology #ice cream #culinary history #entomology #animal behavior

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lucemferto · 4 years ago

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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT TECHNOBLADE (or A Narrative Analysis of the Dream SMP Doomsday Event) - Script

Heyo! Per request I am posting the script to my video of the same name here on tumblr. I must warn you that just reading the script will probably not give you the full experience, so I would encourage you to watch the video (linked above).

There might also still be a lot of grammatical errors in the text, because I don’t proofread.

Okay, so! I don’t want this to turn into a reaction channel OR a Dream SMP channel for that matter! I am planning on doing a big dumb, way too long analysis video on the Dream SMP which will – at my current pace – come out in five years. I am already way too late on this one.

Spoiler Alert for the Doomsday Event that took place on the 6th of January in the Dream SMP. Surely the worst thing to take place on the 6th of January 2021 … I’m sorry, what’s this about the Capitol?

In case you don’t watch the SMP and need context: The Dream SMP is a Minecraft Multiplayer Server, that, throughout the last year, has transformed from a normal Let’s Play to an ongoing new-media series streamed by multiple high-profile streamers such as Dream, TommyInnit or Technoblade. It comes complete with script – by which I mean loose bullet points – and story events. It has attracted a large fanbase specifically invested in the story and less so in the actual gameplay content. Like I said before, I will probably do a big video on the Dream SMP at some point in the future.

The storyline is long and complicated and trying to explain it all would take up the majority of the video and there are other channels who have already done a much better job than I could ever hope to do, so give them a watch. I’ll try to summarize all that is pertinent to what I will talk about in this video.

Okay, let’s speedrun this summary. Cue the music!

Major Players here are TommyInnit, a founder of the independent nation of L’Manburg, Technoblade, an anarchist who was deep in conflict with L’Manburg, Tubbo, Tommy’s best friend and current president of L’Manburg, and Dream, the ruler of the Kingdom of the Dream SMP (even though he is not the king, but we’re not going to get into that right now). Tommy had in the past been exiled by Tubbo for endangering L’Manburg’s shaky peace with the Dream SMP. Tommy had then teamed up with Technoblade, who was hellbent on destroying L’Manberg after some prior altercations – more on that later.

Tommy and Tubbo came into conflict during a festival set-up to celebrate the friendship between L’Manburg and the Dream SMP. After punching out their feelings, Tommy came to the realization that his friendship with Tubbo was more important than his vendetta against Dream and those who exiled him. Techno took that change of heart badly and teamed up with Dream to destroy L’Manburg … and that’s exactly what happened.

Techno and Dream, with little to no opposition, obliterated L’Manburg with no hope for recovery leaving its inhabitants stranded hopeless and alone.

… And that’s what you missed on Dream SMP!

Okay. So, usually I just put whatever thought slime drips out of my mouth hole into your subscription box. But then I asked myself: “Am I not taking this a largely improvised nonsense story from a bunch of 16–24-year-olds a little too seriously?”. And then I remembered. I’m a pretentious bitch. I made an 18-minute video explaining why the popular commentary YouTuber memeulous is secretly the time travelling Anti-Christ, REASON HAS NO SWAY OVER ME!

So, like the English Major drop-out that I am, I will present you with two theses, which I will then combine into one … supratheses! That word doesn’t exist, I just coined it, it’s mine! I am very smart!

[I know words, I have the best words!]

Thesis #1: The Fandom focuses too much on Character Analysis in Favour of Narrative Analysis

The Dream SMP is truly something special. It is uniquely singular in how it tells a story of this scope through its chosen medium. While there is an overarching script that lays out the plot points of the future, each of the 30+ streamers on the SMP are their own cameraman, director, writer and actor. You cannot watch “the Dream SMP” – if you attempted that, you would be 80 by the time you caught up to the Doomsday Event. You have to choose whom to watch. You have to choose your focal point character.

Because by the way the story is told and consumed – aka in such a compartmentalized fashion; you watch one streamer and get one character’s perspective – it has sort-of unintentionally conditioned fans to look at the SMP and its characters less as one coherent story with messages and themes and more as sports teams they can root for. You’re Team Techno or Team Tubbo or Team Tommy or Team JackManifoldTV (formerly known as Thunder1408) and every other side is in the wrong! It’s like Twilight for a decade old children’s game about virtual Lego!

Okay, I’m exaggerating, but the amount of discourse perpetuated by and revolving around so-called “apologists” – a terrible term that unfortunately has caught on – is really not something that I think is good for how we interact with the story of the Dream SMP.

The Dream SMP is discussed a lot on character-based level, which is, like I said before, hugely advantaged by the way the story is consumed by its audience. With traditional, visual media such as film for example, the audience can be made more aware of what messages the narrative might try to communicate on a narrative level without the need for an explicit narrator to tell you the moral.

As an example, in a movie you could have a smash-cut from the Butcher Army’s discussions about neutralizing the danger Technoblade poses to Techno being nice around villagers or taking care of animals. This would communicate on an extradiegetic level, that the Butcher Army is in the wrong with their assumptions. Alternatively, you could contrast Techno’s declarations that power corrupts and that Tubbo’s administration is cruel with Tubbo choosing not to punish Ranboo for his association with Techno – thus the narrative would communicate that Techno’s view of Tubbo and by extension the government is one-sided and not true to reality.

Stuff like that helps the viewer understanding a story holistically and manages to communicate stuff like themes and morals without having to solely rely on in-character logic and argumentation, which, as Ghostbur put it so eloquently, is comprised of a bunch of unreliable narrators.

Character analysis is great if we want dive deep, if we really want to give a character flavour and understand their motivations. It helps make the universe feel like it is alive, like it’s real. But – and this might be a shocker for you – it’s not real. It’s written. It is construction – and as such, in its construction, it has messages and themes and morals, intentionally or unintentionally.

By being so focused on specific characters and their individual journeys, viewpoints and motivation we really run the risk of not looking at the bigger picture and fail to see what the overarching narrative is actually communicating. And we may also fail to understand how characters might or might not fit into the overarching narrative.

Speaking of which …

Thesis #2: Technoblade experiences very little Meaningfultm Thematic Conflict

Okay, let’s talk about Technoblade. I’m sure I’m not going to get any hate for this one.

I want to preface by saying that I don’t watch Technoblade’s streams; I catch up though clip channels and summaries. I’m mainly watching Tommy, Tubbo and Quackity – which is honestly already more than I can handle – but I want to be clear that while I’ll try to be as even-handed as possible – like I explained previously – the way I consumed the storylines will undoubtedly leave me with some bias.

Also, needless to say, I’m talking about the character Technoblade, not the actual content creator, unless I specifically say so. That should be obvious.

Now, I’m not doing a Technoblade character analysis, because that would be hypocritical of me – seeing how I just bitched about the overwhelming amounts of character analyses in the fandom – but I’ll try my best to summarize what is necessary.

Technoblade’s interesting in that he is a very static character – at least inwardly – he doesn’t change much. He is very steadfast in his beliefs and ideals and has very little introspection. He doesn’t question himself; he doesn’t waver, he is never in a bind about whether what he’s doing is right or wrong. He is very much a parallel to early TommyInnit – who, of course, famously said “I’m always in the right”.

And I want to emphasize that I mean this in no way as a critique of Techno’s character. A static character provides a nice contrast to more dynamic characters and can balance them out. It can also be utilised by the writing as a character flaw – which is what I hope content creator Techno is going for.

Like Techno doesn’t have a lot of empathy in the sense that he is particularly skilled at or interested in trying to see the viewpoints of others. There is never an attempt to reconcile, for example, the goal of the Pogtopians to reclaim L’Manberg and install another administration with his desire for an anarchist society. This is also compounded with his overreliance on violence as the only tactic for conflict resolution – Techno has a whole thesis statement about violence being the only universal language. I’m sure you’ve heard the quote.

And lastly, what really drives this all over the edge, is his all-or-nothing approach when dealing with the enemy – he is not so much eye for an eye as he is – to use another biblical example – you make fun of me for being bald and I’ll sic two bears on you that maul and kill you and 41 other children.

There’s also the open and completely unacknowledged hypocrisy of a self-described anarchist working together with a man that installs and dethrones Kings with his every whim – someone who – and I cannot stress this enough – hits about every box when it comes to the definition of tyrant.

So, what I’m saying is that Technoblade is the Dream SMP equivalent of Dick Chenney. C’mon you know it’s true! He will bomb that freedom into your country whether you want him to or not. That’s some cogent political commentary in the year 2021.

Okay, so now that I’ve outlined his character, what kind of conflicts does Technoblade face. Well, it’s mostly physical or external. He fights a lot whether it’s against Quackity or Sapnap or bodying Karl Jacobs five times in a row. And – with the exception of maybe Sapnap – none of it is challenging. Technoblade is the best PvP-Player on the server – there really isn’t much tension to be had from a purely physical fight.

So, how are these fights supplemented emotionally. Well, internally there is not a lot going on. As I said before, Technoblade isn’t really an introspective character. Even during his shouting match with Tommy there’s not a sense that Technoblade is wavering or unsure of himself in the way that Tommy is. He exposits that one of the reasons, he acts like he does is that he feels dehumanized; that people only use him like a weapon and then discard or even try to neutralize him once he’s no longer useful.

But that is not something that Technoblade has to grapple with – it’s not conflict for him, it’s more conflict for Tommy. Technoblade is self-assured in that he’s a person and not a weapon – it’s almost like there was a character arc there, where Technoblade self-actualizes and breaks away from the people that want to use him. But we didn’t see any of it. Technoblade unleashes the withers; then he goes into retirement because he wants to be, I suppose, and then he returns to violence as a reaction to the Butcher Army. There is a story of vengeance here, but not any conflict about being used. There is never a point where we see Technoblade come to this realization or comes to assert himself.

In season 1 there’s never a push from Pogtopia where the narrative frames them as exploiting Technoblade. He fights with them of his own volition, he gives them weapons and armour of his own volition. Nobody pressured Techno into procuring their inventory for the fight. And in Season 2, he’s the one to approach Tommy about their potential partnership – he is in the position of power here, explicitly not Tommy.

Like, I’m sorry, if this ruffles some feathers, but I really don’t see this arc where Technoblade is being used. There’s a story of misunderstanding and maybe co-dependency – but not of dehumanization. This entire line of thought seems to solely reference that moment, where Tommy says to Sapnap “I have the blade” during one of their wars – which, to base an entire emotional arc around that without any further set-up, is, and I’m sorry to say that, incredibly flimsy.

Okay, so we covered physical and emotional conflict? But what about conflict on the narrative level? Well, that leads me to my suprathesis …

Suprathesis: The Narrative is Unclear on how it treats Technoblade … and that’s Not Good.

Here’s a Hot Take: The narrative of Season 1 treats Technoblade way less sympathetically than that of season 2.

Let me explain. The narrative of Season 1 revolves mostly around Wilbur and Tommy. The emotional fulcrum of the overall narrative is Wilbur’s rise and fall from Grace – and Tommy succeeding him as symbol of L’Manberg’s “special”-ness. Now I will talk about all that more in detail, when I talk about Season 1 of the Dream SMP. So, you’ll just have to go with me on this one for now.

Technoblade, by contrast, doesn’t really have much going on thematically in Season 1. He mostly exists as a sort-of utilitarian character – he is an accessory to make story beats happen. Like him executing Tubbo doesn’t open up any sort of thematic conflict involving him – on a character level it sets up antipathy between him and Tommy and it grants us some insight into how he operates with his violence speech – but on a larger-scale narrative level it really just shows how far Wilbur and Tommy have drifted apart in how they react to the event.

His biggest contribution is during the Season 1 finale, but even there he plays second fiddle to Wilbur. Not just because Wilbur does way more destruction with his explosion than Techno does with his Withers, but also because Wilbur had an emotional and thematic climax to his arc and by extension the entire storyline. Like Techno’s is a cool moment and very epic visual but in terms of thematic relevance, his Theseus-speech is really more set-up for Season 2.

And Season 1 is very unambiguous about L’Manberg being good and Tommy’s ideals ultimately being morally justified – I mean, they have a whole speech about it in the end and it was built-up throughout the entire Season – Techno is cast in a … less than sympathetic light. He is, if not a villain, then definitely an antagonist.

But with Season 2 the narrative is either uninterested in or not very clear on exploring Technoblade’s flaws.

Like ask yourselves: is Technoblade’s character ever consciously challenged by the narrative? Are his actions ultimately shown to not be in the right? Are his beliefs about government and power ever called into question? Are the negative consequences that his actions cause ever shown to be larger than the “good” he does?

I think what exemplifies this the most is how the Butcher Army event played out on December 16th. Now, during that event, the Butcher Army, which was comprised of Tubbo, Quackity, Fundy and Ranboo, managed to apprehend Technoblade, who at that point was living the quiet retirement life, and tried to have him publicly executed – without trial.

Now, smarter people than me have pointed out that the Butcher Army had a bevy of in-character reasons that can justify or explain their actions. And that’s definitely interesting, but as I said before, I want to get away from that and look into how the Butcher Army is treated on a narrative level. Because this is one of the few instances where the otherwise grey-loving Season 2 has some very clear narrative intent when it comes to morality.

The Butcher Army is very deliberately framed as almost cartoonishly corrupt and violent. They very forcefully investigate Philza, mock him and then put him under house arrest – and there’s just no remorse in the script even from normally sympathetic characters like Tubbo.

Compare and contrast with the Tommy-exile scene, which is also an act of moral ambiguity and is treated as such. And things get even worse once the Army arrives at Technoblade’s abode and attack him after he softly tells them that he has left that live behind him. They then proceed to take his horse hostage, mock him and execute him without fair trial – and I haven’t seen it but from live commentary I gathered that Techno really played up the whole softie-schtick before the Butcher Army arrived. I mean, before the big Technoblade vs Quackity fight, Quackity had whole villain monologue for Christ’s sake.

And even afterwards, the Butcher Army really plays up the corrupt angle with Tubbo proposing a festival as a guise to publicly execute someone. And again, I know that on an intradiegetic there’s nuances and it’s not really comparable to the Red Festival, but in combination with what the audience has seen up until that point and with how much it feeds into the already established themes of history repeating itself and becoming like your predecessors, it really does not paint a pretty picture of the Tubbo administration.

You can feel the heavy hand of the script on your shoulder, which is a feat seeing how – as discussed before – that’s not something that can be easily accomplished in this medium.

And that is what I mean when I say that Technoblade is not really challenged by the script and is in this case even emboldened by it. Because after this whole ordeal the thought of Technoblade taking revenge by destroying L’Manberg doesn’t seem like such an extreme response to the viewer – even though in my opinion, it is.

As of right now it is too early to say how the narrative will judge Technoblade’s actions in the future. Will they be framed as extreme but ultimately justified or perpetuating a cycle of ever-escalating vengeance? Will we ever see a government that’s not just at best misguided and at worst completely awful?

Ultimately, I believe and hope that Technoblade will be challenged by the narrative, mostly because a character that cannot, believably, be physically challenged, who doesn’t have any meaningful internal conflict about what he’s doing; and who does come out on the other side having everything he always believed in be proven completely in the right by the narrative, would be incredibly boring. Not just to watch but also to play as.

As it stands now, if the destruction Techno, Phil and Dream inflicted upon L’Manburg is framed as ultimately in the right, I would find it personally a distasteful message to send. I would ultimately say that the “correct” way to counter corruption in government is to completely obliterate the entire country. Like we’re not talking simply disbanding the government – that’s not what Doomsday was – we’re talking complete and utter annihilation. And that would be cynical and depressing. Like, call me a big softie, but even bothsidesing this argument would be bad.

Like, I’m not calling for Technoblade to be transformed into or treated a monster like Dream. But I personally feel like the narrative needs to acknowledge that the Doomsday was something that was taken way too far and that it ultimately brought more harm than good. And Technoblade needs to held accountable by someone who is not a cartoonishly corrupt government-official or who is in conflict with him anyway, like Tommy.

I thought Philza or Ranboo could do that but seeing how their storylines are progressing I don’t believe that will be the case. But who knows, maybe Captain Puffy will come through for us. We stan a Queen.

Conclusion

So, yeah, I made this entire video just to air out my grievances with how one-sided the mode of analysis is in the fandom, because no person actually involved with the production of Dream SMP will ever see this.

But after everything I am cautiously optimistic, that content creator Technoblade knows what he’s doing. He has talked in the past about how his character is a bad guy and he loves his Greek myths. After all what’s more Greek myth than hybris being rewarded with punishment? [Technoblade never dies] That bodes well for him.

Also, this isn’t the video I promised at the end of the last one!

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