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I used to write religiously. I mean, ten short stories a day. And then I hit a block. I literally could not write anything. That was until I found the Dream SMP, and my love for writing has been renewed. So welcome to my blog, and I hope you enjoy your time here :D

Meet Me ⛈️

Ayup! My name is Alex, I use any pronouns, am queer, and I love to write/sing! I plan to write exclusively for mcyt for a while, and then as interests change or fan out, expand to other fandoms. enjoy the dreamsmp content for now! I will be writing both cc! and c!, my only boundary is that canonical characters can be platonic or romantic (unless stated otherwise). enjoy!!

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When submitting/requesting, I ask you to provide me a few details and follow some rules:

- Include creator/character, pronouns, and type (angst, fluff, etc).

-> I try to keep my writing gender-neutral, however if you request I want it to be special to you so let me know which pronouns you'd like!

- If you have a specific prompt you'd like me to go based off, provide that too! Thanks so much for the chance to write for you!

If you request something that is against the rules I've set up i will delete your request and move on to others <3

[nottsangel-rip]

EIGHT. mirror sex — george weasley

warnings — smut 18+. vaginal sex. mirror sex. praise.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“look at yourself, darling.” george whispers into your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your bare skin as he pounds into you from behind, his thrusts deep and calculated. you obey, your eyes locking onto your reflection in the spotty full length mirror in front of you, your make up still sitting prettily on your flushed face despite the steamy, messy sex you’ve been having for hours.

george, your sweet boyfriend, simply couldn’t control himself seeing you like this— all dolled up, your make up and hair perfectly done, and wearing the shortest, skimpiest dress you own, leaving very little to the imagination.

however, the night wasn’t supposed to go this way. you were supposed to head to a party—key word, supposed—because you didn’t even make it out the door before george’s hands had started roaming all over your body, begging you to let him feel you, just a little bit. and well… that ‘little bit’ turned into so much more.

“bloody hell, so beautiful. i can’t believe you’re mine.” george groans in slight disbelief, his soft hands trailing over your body towards your exposed tits, gently massaging them as his cock moves in and out of you so perfectly.

“mhm, all yours, george.” you softly murmur back, the angle of him behind you—his sweaty chest pressed against your back—allows him to go incredibly deep, causing your toes to curl at the intense sensation. you gaze into the mirror through hazy, half-lidded eyes, your knees hurting on the hard wooden floor, but your mind too blurred to even care… until you’re abruptly reminded of something.

“w—wait, george, the party!” you then manage to utter in between his thrusts as flashes of the presumably lively party fill your mind— images of your friends having the time of their lives distracting you. your gaze remain fixed on the mirror in front of you, your back resting on his chest, when a small chuckle escapes him, amused by how oblivious you are to the fact that hours have already passed, the long-forgotten party likely nearing its end.

“shhh, forget that bloody party. tonight is all about you, sweetheart. that’s all i care about right now… or are you trying to get rid of me already?”

“god, no george! does it look like it?”

“hmm.” his eyes trace your reflection, lingering on your fucked-out face in the mirror, before drifting down to your body that’s trembling from pleasure. “doesn’t look like it to me, no.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[angel-anoetic]

a notice

hello everyone! It is me, anoetic, angel, alex. however, you may know me. it has been a while since i posted here, and i want to take a moment to make a few announcements.

one, i know i haven't been active on this account, and i hope you don't hate me for that. especially my anons, who i love and appreciate so much. i took a break due to me being in the middle of my junior year and begging my junior year. if you're interested, i go to an early college and, hopefully, this December i will be earning my associate in biology and then finally graduating high school in June 2023! very exciting times :)

two, i have been receiving feedback on my work (from friends who are also writers) and it really opened my eyes. i know i am not the best writer out there, but hearing feedback from a very close friend really showed me i could be expanding on my works a lot more than i usually do. for that reason, i am moving my blog. it wouldn't feel right to deconstruct this one, especially since it holds stories that i wrote months ago and i know people still drift back to them. my new blog is @sempiternalmuze where i will be posting more multi-fandom stories. i will be moving some stories that i hold near to my heart with more corrections and editing.

three, i don't have to say that things have changed, especially in the dsmp fandom. techno passed and it was incredibly sad and still is. dream has face revealed and now george is here in the US. this fandom has grown and changed so much. when it comes to writing about it, things will need to change, at least for myself. again, i plan to do more multi-fandom stories, since my attention tends to drift nowadays.

thank you all for being on this amazing adventure, and i hope to see you on the next one.

thanks,

anoetic <3

[angel-anoetic]

Hi all!!

First I hope everyone is doing well, I've missed everyone very much. Sorry for sticking to mostly reading these past weeks/months.

I come here with a message: I am officially slowly losing interests in this fandom. I do consider myself still apart of it, as I keep up with the lore and characters, however the only CCs I care to watch now are Punz (and I haven't really even been watching these to be honest) and the Feral Boys. I don't have much motivation to write about the characters or CCs anymore (this is partly due to twitter and certain aspects of writing I no longer feel I can incorporate into my stories).

I do plan on still writing for dsmp (c/cc) when I have the motivation to but I also would like to explore new fandoms.

I've recently picked up interests in The Walking Dead, so maybe I'll do some writing for that (no offense but TWD lacks fanfiction, gives 2013 vibes). If you're an anon (or want to be one) don't be afraid to still send in requests!! I will do my best to provide with a quality story :)

Much Love,

anoetic <3

[angel-anoetic]

Masterlist 2 🖇

All stories I’ve written but part 2!

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AntFrost (/plat only)

Awesamedude (/rom & /plat)

BadBoyHalo (/rom & /plat)

Boomer (/rom & /plat)

CaptainPuffy (/plat only)

CaptainSparklez (/rom & /plat)

Dream (/rom & /plat)

DropsByPonk (/rom & /plat)

Eret (/rom & /plat)

Eryn (/plat)

Fundy (/rom & /plat)

Foolish__Gamers (/rom & /plat)

GeorgeNotFound (/rom & /plat)

Hbomb (/rom & /plat)

Hannahxxrose (/plat)

JackManifold (/rom & /plat)

KarlJacobs (/rom & /plat)

Nihachu (/rom & /plat)

Philza (/plat only)

Punz (/rom & /plat)

Quackity (/rom & /plat)

Ranboo (/plat only)

Sapnap (/rom & /plat)

Slimcicle (/rom & /plat)

Technoblade (/rom & /plat)

Tina (/rom & /plat)

Tommyinnit (/plat only)

Tubbo (/plat only)

~ Snowflakes

WilburSoot (/rom & /plat)

[angel-anoetic]

Masterlist 2!

wow wow wow.

it had been a while since i've posted just a message like this but i felt i needed to share this.

first, thank you for all the support. if you have ever liked, read, reposted, or even skimmed my writing. things have been rough, and there was a solid point where i thought about just logging off and never really logging back in.

but i'm here, and i'm happy i stayed. thanks for the follows (363 and countin!) and for checking in.

now, onto some news: i will have a second masterlist! turns out there's a 100 link per post limit (i had no idea) and i have reached it! my first story on the new masterlist will be the recent tubbo story Snowflakes.

just wanted to say hi and thank you<3

stay safe,

angel anoetic

[angel-anoetic]

Hey Angel! 🌿 here, just to give you a bit of procrastination fuel, could you maybe write about Tubbo and Reader taking Michael sledding? Hope you feel better, and good luck with those stories!

hey 🌿! this is exactly the fuel i'm looking for. thank you, enjoy, and i hope you're doing good!

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c!Tubbo & gn!Reader - Snowflakes

genre: /plat, c!Tubbo, anon request, feat. Michael

warnings: none!

masterlist <3

Snowchester had been receiving the nicest weather lately. The snow was a perfect consistency, and it wasn't freezing as one may suspect, simply cold thanks to the bouts of wind that would push through.

So how could you refuse Tubbo when he showed up to your door with Michael in tow, bundled up in the most ridiculous coat you'd ever seen.

"Hi Tubbo! Michael! You look absolutely ridiculous darling!" You picked up the zombie pigman and fixed the sweater on him.

"Hey Y/n! I was going to take Michael to go sledding. You wanna join us? It's a perfect time for it."

"I'd love to! Let me grab my coat and sled." Tubbo stepped inside and you ran to grab what you'd need: A jacket, some thicker pants, your snow boots, and, of course, your improvised sled you'd made months ago with Tubbo and Ranboo. It's been sitting under your bed since then and you were excited to finally get some use out of it.

"Alright, all set." You smiled at Tubbo. He smiled back and you both walked out of the house and towards a large hill Tubbo had found the previous day. You held Michael's hand as you walked, you and Tubbo making jokes and catching up after the last few months being so hectic.

Finally you made it. Now, you didn't fear heights, but you were mildly shocked at the path. It was steep and long, you would definitely build up speed before reaching the bottom. How did Tubbo find this place?

"Wow, this looks...like it could go badly." You both laughed but nonetheless readied your boards. Michael sat in front of Tubbo who held tightly to his child.

"On three! One..two..three!" You both pushed off trying to gain the maximum speed and beat the other to the finish line.

You laughed as you steered as close to Tubbo as possible without your sleds touching. Michael was squealing as Tubbo and you hollered and cheered.

The cheers came to an abrupt end though as you noticed the speed at which you were approaching the end of the hill. You began to position yourself to skid when your sled hit the bottom of the hill, directly on an ice patch.

"Crap!" You cried as your sled slid out from under you, dragging you as you rolled through the snow.

"Y/n!" Tubbo made his way over to you leaning down as you lay against the snow.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

"I think? I mean, nothing hurts, but you know- adrenaline." You sat up, taking your time to see if anything hurt. Once you were sure that nothing was hurting too much, you stood with Tubbo's help.

"Jeez, I'm sorry Y/n. Should've known that the hill wasn't safe."

"It's no problem! Besides, it was pretty fun once I stopped rolling." You both laughed and made your way to your overturned sled.

"Where's Michael?"

"Oh god."

You turned and found Tubbo looking over at Michael who had formed a small, puffy-looking snowman.

[angel-anoetic]

Hey Angel! 🌿 here, sorry I haven't talked in a while. Life has been a tiny bit hectic and I haven't really gotten the chance. How are you? Have you done anything interesting? I haven't, but I hope you have!

hi 🌿!

It is so great to hear from you, I was getting worried, genuinely! I'm good, holidays were pretty amazing since I got to see family. Unfortunately, I am now pretty sick with something, pretty sure it's strep but you never know these days.

For now, I'm just trying to get back into the flow of writing and schoolwork.

I haven't gotten any requests, so I am also trying to focus on the part twos of different stories I've been putting off.

Hope you're well!

angel <3

[angel-anoetic]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a cc!karl jacobs x reader angst with she/her pronouns where they get into a fight and Karl kinda snaps and yells a lot and says a lot of stuff he doesn’t mean like “you’re so annoying.” “Why did I have to end up with you in the end.” Basically just really bad stuff but feels really bad after and there’s some wholesome fluff at the end? Thanks! Also was wondering if I could be 👽 anon? <3

hi! i have been waiting to write something a little angsty, so thank you so much for this request! welcome 👽 anon, i hope you'll enjoy your time here and request your heart's desires! sorry it took so long love!

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cc! Karl x [she/her] Reader - Speak Now

genre: angst to fluff, cc!, she/her reader, /rom

warnings: argument, regrettable things said

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Your face was hot with fury. Your heart was beating a million times a minute. You were frustrated and tired. This wasn't what you had expected for the night. You thought you had planned a perfect evening for you and Karl. But the evening turned to 8 pm. Then 10. Then midnight.

You had been cleaning dishes when you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close as his headrest on your shoulder.

You removed his hands from you, turning to face him, arms crossed. "Where were you? I've been waiting since six Karl."

"Things got busy at the studio with Jimmy, I'm sorry. But why were you waiting up for me? Could've eaten-"

"Are you being serious? Please don't joke like this with me."

He stood there, confusion crossing over his face as he racked his brain for any kind of memory o why you'd waited so long for him. Then it hit him like a truck. Your anniversary dinner. It was tonight.

"God I can't believe you!" You stormed away and made your way to your bedroom until he caught up to you.

"Y/n I'm sorry! Things have been so busy lately I just lose track-"

"Excuses Karl! That's all you ever give me! I've been planning this since I don't know when all for you to just not show up. And worse, you don't show up because you're hanging out with Chris and Jimmy? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"You act like I did this on purpose! I lost track of time Y/n that's it! I wouldn't do this to you on purpose!"

"It feels like you do sometimes Karl! This is at least the fourth time you've missed or forgotten something. I love what you do, but I hate not having my boyfriend here with me! I feel so alone sometimes!" You could feel yourself getting sadder. Tears of frustration were rising but you refused to let them through.

"You're so aggravating! It's so hard to be with you! Sometimes I wish I'd never met you because maybe then I'd be able to breathe sometimes and let off some steam and not worry about coming back here!"

Tears were rolling down your face. You couldn't tell if there were of anger or just pure hurt. Karl's face was red with anger and frustration, yet his voice was cracking like he was pushing his limit.

"You are an asshole." You muttered. You grabbed his keys and handed them to him.

"Leave. Go let off some steam. We'll talk about this later."

"Y/n, I'm so sorry-" You shook your head.

You sat as you saw him leave, where he went you didn't know. You took the thirty or so minutes he was gone to reflect. Could this be the end? No way. You were annoyed and aggravated, but you could not see you leaving Karl. You loved him, and he wasn't perfect, you knew that. And you wanted to fix this, straighten out the argument move forward.

You heard the front door unlock and you looked immediately. Karl rushed in and over to you, kneeling in front of you.

"Y/n, I am so sorry. I was so mad and it just got heated and I felt so guilty I just started spewing the worst things that came to my mind. I swear I didn't mean any of it and I will never say something like that again. And I swear that I will try to organize myself and the boys and you. Just give me another chance."

You grabbed his face gently and smiled. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to come off so aggressive, I was just aggravated and tired. I love what you do and I love you. I would never want you to pull away from that. We can work through this, I can help out more, but I would love another chance at us."

You were both smiling as he pulled you in for a kiss and a tight hug.

"Thank you."

He pulled away, holding your hand.

"So I know I totally ruined dinner, but how does take out sound? I'm sure something is still open right now.."

"I'd love that."

[angel-anoetic]

I don't know if this is available to request, so tell me if it isn't,

Techno or dream with an S/O (he/him pronouns if possible) that has really bad panic attacks? One day he blacks out before his s/o comes home and they find him kind of laying there on the ground with like cuts (or bruises) all over his body.

Agnst to comfort maybe? Headcannons or drabble is fine :) <3

hihi, this is a perfect request thank you! i hope you enjoy <3

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c!DSMP x [he/him] Reader - Hold Me Close

[Dream, Technoblade]

genre: /rom, drabble, angst to comfort

warnings: panic attacks, injured reader due to fall

master list <3

Dream

One thing about Dream and you's relationship was that he cared for you. He absolutely loved spoiling you with whatever you wanted. He didn't mind having to move mountains for you to make sure you were comfortable in every way possible.

So when you first told him about your panic attacks he'd made sure to learn everything; what to do, say, how to avoid them as a whole. Of course, he couldn't be there for everything, and there were times when he'd come home to find you rocking in your bed, or just with tears rolling down your cheeks. But it never got to the point it had when he'd return home one day two weeks ago.

He'd walked into the house, eerily silent, and called out for you. You didn't respond and he began marching around the house searching for you. And he'd found you passed out in the dining room, a cut over your eye and a few bruises on your arms.

"Shit!" He quickly went to pick you up, carrying you to your bed. He grabbed a towel and ran it under some cool water and started cleaning up your cut. "Hey baby, wake up for me yeah? You okay?"

You started to stir awake at his voice. "Hey, there you are love. What happened? You hurt yourself pretty good."

"I um, I'm not sure. I was just getting a snack and then it happened. I could feel it happening but I just, I guess it happened too quickly for me to react."

"It's alright, I'm here now. Tell me what you need."

Technoblade

Techno showed he cared in a different way. It was a little less focused on the avoidance (not completely, of course) and more on the way he could help you once there was no way to avoid it.

He was the safety blanket that weighed you down when you felt like you were going to float away. Literally and metaphorically. He gave into your every request, even if it was just laying on the floor with you.

So when he comes home and finds you on the floor, small bruises all over your arms and legs, he's super upset. Falls next to you and checks that you're still breathing, lifting your head and softly running his fingers through your hair.

"Darling, c'mon, you're alright." Once you come to a little, you start complaining about your head hurting, so he lifts you onto the couch in the hopes that some pillows will help.

He gets you ice and water, some medicine for the pain then starts to observe your various cuts and bruises.

"I'm sorry. These hardly compare to the ones you come home with after an outing with Phil, huh?"

"Mm...no. If anything they are greater than mine. They represent a different battle, one that I could never imagine dear. I tell Phil all the time, "He's stronger than me. I can lift an ax, but he can lift the world." "

He smiled at you, then begins to quickly patch you up.

"Thank you Tech..."

"Anything for you dear."

[angel-anoetic]

Heyyyyyyyyy! I saw your requests were open, and I was wondering if you would take a request like this. Really like your wander character, and was wondering if you could write about some of their adventures that don't have anything to do with the DSMP? Okay to not answer this if ya don't wanna, that's chill

hello! of course, i get so giddy when i get requests for the wanderer character. i hope you enjoy!

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Wander pt 5 - The Trail Left Behind

genre: series, DSMP AU, oc

warnings: none

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

masterlist <3

They hardly remember their name anymore. They don't see the point in it. Eventually, they'll grow tired of it, whether is in three days or five hundred years. And they don't keep track of their birthday anymore. They hardly remember it either way, but at least they never have to feel guilty about free items after a long trip. Technically they're not lying about it being their birthday, cause it could be, or it could not.

Things had changed over the years. You'd think they'd pick up on it, but the fact that they always had their face in a tattered journal was enough distraction. They saw the rise of new species and the loss of others. In fact, they remembered the day they found themselves face to face with a group of Drowned while exploring an amethyst geode.

They remember vividly stepping into the water utterly perplexed by the large egg-shaped item sitting cozily at the bottom of the pond. They mined their way in with just enough time to get a breath of fresh air.

They looked around the dark place and lit a torch. The entire geode glowed with the simple light as they observed the way the purples reflected and shined. As they stepped forward they heard a click behind them. Then three more. Then the gurgling groans of the drowned.

Shit, they thought. Here they were, a room no bigger than 20 blocks, faced to face with a group of mobs. They weren't sure what to do at first but observing their surroundings, quickly decided to use the formations to their advantage.

They jumped, creating a beautiful melody and shaking the amethyst shards within the geode. The drowned stopped, seemingly confused by what was happening. This gave them the chance to perform a defensive move, a simple swing with their ax in order to push them away.

They jumped again, and a shard fell to the ground. The drowned looked stunned and confused as they began to move towards them, swinging more frequently. Then they took out their pickaxe, hitting the wall a few times until shards began falling down, pricking and injuring the drowned as they held their shield above their head hoping to not take any of the damage.

It had worked, and they had gotten a few shards and some new copper ingots.

Another time, they had been trading in the Nether, hoping to find some more potions and ender pearls. Things took a turn for a worse when they accidentally stepped too close to a chest, forgetting the golden armor they lacked, and opened it to reveal some Netherite ignots. There was a squeal then lots of running as they weaved their way around the bastion trying to avoid the angry piglins and terrifying brutes. They had made it out that day, thankfully, due to a large body of lava and alone ender pearl, they had luckily placed into their inventory.

They weren't always sure where they were going. Quite frankly, they didn't care. After a few centuries, it doesn't really matter where the paths they took carried them. They had probably walked the path years before and just couldn't recall because of how often the world changed. They remembered the first time they'd gotten too close to a mountain goat and almost lost an eye, or the first time they'd seen a monument in the ocean.

Regardless, they weren't sure they'd trade the life they'd lived, the people they'd met, and the stories they had, just for a kiss of eternal sleep.

But that could change today or tomorrow. They never knew.

[angel-anoetic]

Updated the masterlist and who I write for! Can't believe I forgot to add the newest memebers lol.

But yes, requests are now open for Boomer, Tina, and Eryn. I really looked into their boundaires but as always, please feel free to correct me if you feel like something may have broken them. Thanks!

angel <3

[angel-anoetic]

good day! this is my first request ever so i dont know how to do this... umm anyways cc!wilbur invites russian!m!reader (or any other ethnicity) and they sing while they play with the sbi & bench trio. so end stream and viewers likes it very much and they demand another stream with reader but he is busy, maybe composing a song?

thats all! byee! ihopebothsideofyour pillowsarecold—

hihi! this is very cute! i don't know too much about Russian characteristics, but I will try my best! enjoy!

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cc! Wilbur x m! Reader - Symphony

genre: cc!, /plat, streamer arc

warnings:

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Wilbur began the stream as viewers began to rush in.

"Chat! Hello! How are you all doing today?" He laughed as he read out the messages, making small comments back and such.

"Oh chat! Before I forget, there is a special guest joining us today. Help me welcome Y/n to the stream!" He clapped and cheered as chat began to move too fast for anyone to read. You came into view of the camera giving a small wave.

"Hey chat, what is up?" You smiled forward, looking between chat, Wilbur, and the camera itself.

"So chat, now that we're all introduced, we're gonna be playing some games with the sbi boys and Tubbo and Ranboo, so it should be all fun today."

Chat continued to cheer for the stream that was set in place.

Eventually, the gaming turned into a mini-concert, with Wilbur and Y/n singing theme songs left and right, narrating and cheering on as they went through Jackbox round after round.

At one point Y/n was singing every Lovejoy song, one after another.

After the last round, Will got off the call and went through chat reading out loud while Y/n sat and played with the strings of Wilbur's guitar.

"'Their voice is so good, would you ever work on a song with them?'" Wilbur looked over at Y/n who was smiling. "Not sure, it'd really be up to them...but I do agree that their voice is amazing."

"'Wilbur we need more streams with Y/n! Please make this a normal thing', er, I don't know chat. We were really lucky to them here for this stream, but we'll see what happens."

"Yes, sorry chat, but I am really not sure when I could next be on another one of Will's streams. I am actually busy writing my own music right now.."

Chat once again started moving rapidly as the viewers asked to hear just a small part of it.

Y/n laughed, "Alright, alright. Here it is!"

You took Will's guitar and started playing off some chords off the top of your head, humming quietly along. When you finished chat was cheering. Will looked at you smiling.

"They're amazing aren't they chat! Alright but right now we've gotta go take care of some things, maybe be in another Tommy vlog, but we'll see you later! Byeee!"

Stream ended

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oh, the song I imagine for the end is Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry?

[angel-anoetic]

Context:

(not to sound crazy but...)

Don't imagine Dream going live with a camera. Chat can only see his chest as he adjusts it but never allows it to be on his face.

"Are you ready?" Sapnap yells from outside.

"Yeah!" The door opens and you can see three pairs of feet. Sapnap. Punz. And George.

Chat starts going crazy as we see Punz sit George down on a chair across from Dream.

"Alright chat, here he is, Gogy!" Punz cheers.

Dream adjusts the camera to land on George and we see he has a blindfold.

"Okay...chat, you and George are going to see my face for the first time ever! Ready?" Chat moves fast with yes and I'm not ready's. Then he turns to George. "Ready George?" Who nods in response.

"One, two, three."

The camera moves up, the blindfold comes off. and there we see Dream's face, George's reaction.

He jumps up to hug Dream then Sapnap.

They made it. Because friends don't lie.

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i saw this tweet and i immediately wrote this down in my book then rushed over to my computer to bring it all to you. rushed and it is almost midnight so please enjoy <3

[angel-anoetic]

Ok, so imagine some of the non-American people in the dream s(i)mp making jokes about America and guns and the reader going "Hey, it's not that bad, I only like 12 guns!" with absolutely no idea how it sounds to anyone else. (May or may not be from experience, with me being the gun owner.)

hi love, thanks for the request but I was wondering if you could do me a favor? I really have tried to understand the punchline of this but I am so confused that it is just not penetrating my thick skull 😅

Could you maybe verify this, and let me know? Again I am so sorry but I am really confused and the more I re-read it the worse it gets. Don't be scared to send in a longer message to get your thoughts across!!

love,

angel <3

[angel-anoetic]

Hey my supper dupper pooper scooper. I was wondering if I could request c!techno with a short and chubby angel hybrid s/o who's like really pure and gets nervous and anxious easily? ;3 Thanks homie blow mi -🐙

angel akjflksj, this is one my best friends and they requested this when we were sitting in Pre-Cal. She is now my 🐙 anon. but of course my love, here it is...

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c! Techno x chubby, angel hybrid! Reader - Miracle Babe

genre: canon!, angel hybrid, /rom

warnings: anxious reader, nerves

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One thing that had pulled Techno to you was how skittish you were. You were always careful of your surroundings and would apologize if you even thought you might have inconvenienced someone.

It was cute to him. Very cute.

The first interaction you had with him came when you had shown up at Phil's house absolutely desperate to figure out what was happening with your wings. You had been on the verge of tears as you knocked harshly against the dark oak door.

Techno had seen you through the window and almost rushed to grab his coat to help you when Phil opened the door. You whispered something to him and he quickly let you inside.

Techno paced, considering what to do. On one hand, this gave him a chance to go over and make some light conversation with you, something he feared he couldn't do outside. On the other, you were visibly upset. What if his presence just made it worst?

So he waited, gave it some time in the hopes that you'd calm down a bit then made his way over to Phils. He pushed the door open softly and found Phil sitting in his chair in front of the fireplace, you sitting at his feet, asleep. Behind you stretched these beautiful things that almost glowed in the fire's soft light.

"Hey mate, mind grabbing me a cup of tea? We're gonna be here a while."

Techno nodded and went to ready everything he'd need. "Are they alright Phil?"

"Mm...yeah. They've never had to deal with their wings before. Really freaked them out when they couldn't figure it out, so they came over here. I was trying to tell them about preening and all but they must've dozed off."

Tech grunted, handing a tea to Phil as he sat down. He observed you. The way your wings glistened. He couldn't believe he hadn't been aware of such a feature. Then again, it didn't seem anyone was. No one had ever talked about them, not even in a whisper. It has always been assumed you were a normal human, not a hybrid of any kind.

As Techno observed you in the light he knew now what you were.

Hours passed and Phil finally finished his wing and let out a groan as he stretched, the morning sun peeking through the windows.

"I'm gonna head off to bed. You mind staying here with them?"

Techno shook his head and took Phil's spot, resting your head on his lap as he leaned his own against a pillow. He refused to fall asleep, he didn't want you to get anxious knowing he had seen your wings.

Eventually, you did stir awake, stretching and flexing your wings as you awoke. When you turned and saw him you jumped up and stood quickly, knocking over some books that had been on the table beside you.

"Oh gosh- I am so sorry-I, um, where's Phil? Did I break something? Oh jeez-" You rambled as you tried to place everything back on the table and rearrange yourself.

"I am so sorry if I um, my wings just were bothering me and-" You gasped as you tried to hide your wings behind your back (and failed miserably).

Techno just let out a small chuckle at your flustered state. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Phil's asleep in his room, and I've just been here waiting for you to wake up." He stood up and walked over to the stove, ready to make two more teas for himself and you.

"Gosh I-I don't even remember falling asleep. One moment Phil was talking about my wings and the next I'm...well I'm here." You laughed softly. He smiled and handed you your cup, sitting at a table. You took a seat next to him, careful to place your wings comfortably out of the way.

"I think I should explain this huh?"You gestured to the wings.

Techno shrugged, "Only if you'd like. It's nothing too new to me, with Phil and everything."

"I'll tell you...I trust you." This warmed his heart. "I'm half angel...not really sure from what side or anything, but I know I am. I can make things happen-suppose miracles is the best word. And of course, there are these things. But I've never had to worry about it, I can usually go day to day just being human. But over the past weeks, my wings have been absolutely aching and I just couldn't stand it anymore. So I rushed over here and Phil was kind enough to help."

"Yeah, he's a good guy." A peaceful silence filled the room, as Techno drank his tea and you fiddled with your hands.

Then another thought popped into your head. "Oh god, what if...what if people begin to ask questions? Oh, everything's gonna change now. They're gonna want me to do stuff and I can't refuse...I have no real reason not to! And...god what if some of them despise me for it?"

You began to rub your hands together furiously before stopping. Techno's hands engulfed yours as he stopped them from moving. He wrapped your hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"You'll be okay. I can help. It can go slow. Just breathe." You followed his words, finding his breath and copying with your own.

"Good.."

Once the nerves had gone away he released your hands, and you longed to have his warmth back.

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

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I kinda wanna make this a series

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Helloooo~ I got interested after I read your DadSparklez, and was wondering if you could do the Captain and Reader giving up Tubbo to Philza? Those two have honestly been some a' my faves! Thanks!

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c! Captain Sparklez x gn! Reader - What is Lost

genre: angst, Dad Sparklez, giving Tubbo to Phil

warnings: giving away a child, lost/found family

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It's hard to explain the type of pain that comes when losing a child. Only once you've gone through it will you ever truly know how it feels. And of course, there is the true loss of a child, and the knowledge that the child is not lost, only rather hidden away for any reason.

How can one be expected to simply give up their baby, one they raised for such a short period of time?

Y/n had been searching for this answer for a long time. Ever since the Captain had come home and asked them about the decision they had to face: Get Tubbo a home where he'd be truly happy or keep home to not only them but the danger that lingered so close.

"I can't believe you're seriously asking me to consider giving him to Phil. My heart literally breaks at the thought of it Jordon!" You clutched a sleeping Tubbo tightly against your chest. His hair glistened in the light of the fireplace, soft breaths filling the tense silence of the room.

"I know. Trust me this isn't any easier for me than it is for you darling." He walked over, gently placing his hand on Tubbo's head, looking you intently in the eyes. "Look, we know Phil. Phil...he's a great dad, and he knows how to protect Tubbo in ways we couldn't imagine. This is going to be hard. But we'll never lose sight of him okay? We can ask Phil to see him, take him every so often. It'll be an adjustment, but we'll get through it."

You allowed the tear to brim your eyes doing your best to keep them from falling.

"Alright."

That night you held Tubbo extra close to you, his soft hands at one point resting against your cheeks, a sign you took graciously.

The next day you made your way to Phil's house, Tubbo on your left and Jordon on your right. You wanted to start getting Tubbo ready for the transition from your and Jordon's home to Phil's.

The wind blew, piercing at your skin, but Phil opened his door with a wide smile, quickly ushering you inside. He turned on a pot of tea then sat with you in the living room, calling the boys to come to play with Tubbo. Once they'd disappeared into Tommy's room, Phil turned to you.

"How you holding up mate?"

"As good as I can..." You said quietly.

Jordon placed his hand on yours, "We're doing our best Phil. Mind if I discuss the plan with you again?"

"Not at all."

"I'm going to go check on the kids." You gave your best smile and walked over to the room where the boys were. Wilbur and Techno were wrestling while Tommy cheered them on. Tubbo sat in the corner watching, smiling, and laughing. You walked over and sat next to him, snuggling him close to your side.

"How you doing darling?"

"Good. What are Mr.Phil and dad discussing?"

"Oh just...things." He nodded and turned back to the fight at hand.

"Hun, you know that I and dad love you right? And that everything we do is for the best, especially when it comes to you?"

He nodded again, offering a small smile. "Yeah."

That night when you got home and Tubbo and Captain were snoring next to you, you reflected the conversation. Maybe Tubbo hadn't even really understood the conversation. But you did, and you knew that maybe in a few years when he questioned everything he would at least have something to look back on and consider.