I am no longer active on this account. You can find my old works below.
I lean more toward writing AFAB content but I will write gender neutral stuff as well as AMAB content. Don’t be afraid to ask!
I will write NSFW and SFW pieces, though I haven’t done too much NSFW content, bear that in mind. Angst is my favorite to write, but it will be monitored for anything heavy. I will put content and trigger warnings where I see fit.
I will not write anything about the content creators themselves, only their personas. For NSFW pieces I will not write scat, piss kink, pedophilia or non con (Cnc is okay though.) This list may grow as time goes on.
I am very limited on my knowledge of some of the DreamSMP characters so I will write for:
Technoblade
Dream
Philza
Awesamdude
Fundy
Nihachu
Sapnap
Ranboo (Platonic)
Wilbur/Ghostbur
Anon list: 💫 🧿 📚 🐸 💛 🌺 🕰 🐥🍬
Blueberry anon, Box anon
Where to find me and my works:
AO3
My tumblr exclusive stuff will have a 🦝️ right next to it!
Technoblade
Through Fire and Ice (Technoblade x Reader): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
Gold and Emeralds (Technoblade x Reader) 1 2
Insecurities (Technoblade x Reader) 🦝️
Sweet Nothings (God!Technoblade x Male!Reader)
The Bloody Red Banquet (Technoblade x Reader)
I’m Yours (Technoblade x Reader) 🦝️
Home (Technoblade x Reader)
The Siren’s Song (Technoblade x Reader)
Wilbur
The Comforts of Your Past (Ghostbur x Reader fluff)
I've been thinking on how I've wanted to approach this... I know I haven't been active but I still want to address this. Technoblade has been a source of inspiration for a long time. He got me to write again which is huge for me.
I miss him, I've been crying alot since it was announced. He is definitely an extraordinary person. Seeing everyone come together like this for one person is amazing.
It pains me to say this but I'm going to be abandoning this blog as well as the A03, all of the stories will be here for you to revisit, but I will not continue to write for him, or really the dsmp because im not in the fandom anymore. Which is sad because I had so many ideas for through fire and ice and other series that I wanted to share with you guys...
It'll get better, slowly but surely. Stay strong. Writing for you has been a pleasure. Have a good one guys. 🦝
Just came back to your work on Ao3 and I know you probably have a lot of inboxes asking if youre gonna update, but im just wondering if you're okay. You're a really talented writer and I always get worried when authors don't post anything (like generally) for a long while
T-T I appreciate you anon, the truth of the matter is I am not okay. It's been really hard in the last year. I thought I was well enough for posting and writing a bit ago but no... I'm still continuing to try, but I have hit a wall, in so many ways. Thanks for thinking of me. 💕
Oh shit I'm posting here again! :o new through fire and ice coming really soon! I have a question for you all though... which one of my one shots would you like to see a sequel of. I'm asking for... science. Also I'll be deleting what I have in my inbox, so I can have any fresh new ideas people send in. 😌
ARES!! Hi :)! It's very sad that you won't be updating Through Fire and Ice, but it makes sense and I too hope he gets much much better!! Your new fic though!!! I love it so very much - 🐸
Froggy!!! I will be updating it, actually very soon might I add. I'm still writing, its just slow because of life stuff. I have so many ideas I want to expand upon! How are you doing??
Pairing: District Seven!Dream x District Nine!Fem!Reader
Summary: If history has taught you anything, it’s the fact that the Hunger Games aren’t a trial of brute strength. You’ve got to get the crowd’s favor in order to survive — whatever means necessary… even if it means lying to the whole of Panem by allying yourself with the enemy.
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of killing, mentions of weapons, slapping someone, basically anything you might expect from the Hunger Games, mentions of wanting to puke, second-hand embarrassment, just angst with a smidge of comfort (if you can even call it that).
Chosen AU: The Hunger Games
This post is part of my 1k event! Make sure you submit your request before they close <3
hi !! u just started reading through fire and ice on ao3 and i just want to say that you did a really great job in writing ! i was wondering if you had a schedule in posting chapters ? you really got me looking for more lol <3
Any of my Technoblade stuff is being put on hold for now. Ill probably keep writing it, and hopefully Ill have enough chapters to where when I start writing for him again I can just have a schedule. But for now, out of respect, I'm not going to be writing for him until further notice. Which really sucks because he's kind of all I write... But I have been wanting to expand a lot on my original stories for a while now.
I'm glad you like my writing, I really appreciate you, more than you will ever know. Thank you so much! <3
Hey um... In light of the news... All of my Technoblade fics will be put on hold until further notice. I know I don’t post much anyways because of life, but yeah... Please keep Techno in your thoughts and prayers. Hes got alot of love behind him. He will get through this. Technoblade never dies.
literally not even kidding i read the beginning and iw as like OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD aand then did not recover in the slightest throughout the entire chapter (sqwiid again x)
Im not gonna lie, I'm really proud of the beginning of the chapter. I tried so hard. T-T
OH also (sqwiid again) almost cried because of how damn good your newest fic is. goddamn girl. i love you. x
Ahh thank you so much! you have no idea how much this helps. Ive been having a hell of a time with my writing. Literally I thought about scrapping everything and deleting it all. I appreciate you so much.
i was trying to work on my other fics today, but i cant shake this one idea that i have. im kinda ambiguous on whether or not it'd be romantic, but i am super obsessed with wilbur's character in the smp and was wondering if it would be cool to write a fic (reader insert) of mc being best friends (or something, still pondering relation) with him and following him through lmanberg, pogtopia, and resurrection. what do you think i should do? :^)
So I love Wilburs character, and I would love to see this!! Especially if you write it! :D If you do it, I can't wait to read it! :D
Death was the taste of sea salt on his tongue, lungs filled to the brim with water, and nothing but the crashing waves violently tossing to and fro around him. His body felt sluggish, as he fought to drift up to the top. The sunlight hit the water, and that was his goal, to reach with his bound hands toward the glistening water that looked oh so inviting. Maybe if he had tried harder, he could have gotten there. But the sea… It wasn’t merciful, it didn’t have ears that he could sweet talk. No eyes that he could use his good looks on to charm. The sea was far more powerful than any mere man or woman. But the sea, cannot control those who live in it.
An enemy, and a feared one to be sure… Just happened upon the scene, wrinkling your nose in disdain at the hybrid in your territory. A tune emitting from your throat, as you circled his body. Long pink hair flowed around his form, acting as a curtain to hide his face from you. You pushed his hair from his face, your eyes meeting the most beautiful dull and lifeless golden eyes. His battle worn face told you tales, and you cupped both sides of his face, your thumbs running over past scars. He had seen many battles… Only for the sea to claim him. It was a shame really.
Oh, what fun the two of you could have had… Would he have been prone to crash his ship at the sound of your song? Questions flew through your mind, and before you knew it… You had your arms around his waist hoisting him to the surface of the very sea who had extinguished his flame. The curiosity was too much. The waves did not favor your actions, as if Poseidon himself made his thoughts clear to you. There wasn’t any sort of land near here, just ocean rocks that jutted up toward the sky. One of those would have to do. You dragged his body to the flattest rock you could find.
You lean over his body, tilting his face to get a good view of him. You had seen the process to saving a drowned man, when you had successfully charmed a ship captain and his crew. You just push on the chest and give him a kiss… Right…? Thoughts about the kiss had you humming in nervousness, the sound echoing around you.
Your hands snaked up to his chest, one hand over the other and you pushed on his chest repeatedly. Until it came time to give him the “kiss”. You hesitated over his face, lips just inches from his. Your necklace hanging down from your neck pooling at his chest. You were about to press your lips to his, unsure if this was helping. You could have sworn that you were doing everything right, just like the humans from before. You felt his chest seize up making you back away unsure of what was happening, and he sputtered up water. He was coughing… He was coughing! The action making a joyful note rise from you. You had done it!
He turned on his side, coughing up everything from his lungs. You watched him curiously, as he regained consciousness. His eyes searched the sky, before they fell upon you. He watched you in a daze, eyes studying your every feature. He was surprisingly calm.
“I see you’re no angel,” His voice was raspy, as he used his bound hands to push himself up into a sitting position, “So tell me demon, what have I done to be put in this fresh hell with you.” His words were cold, and you found yourself laughing. He was going to be so much fun.
“Strong words for someone who just saved your life.” Your smirk irritated him, as he used the sharp rock to break the bonds around his wrists. He rubbed at the red marks irritating his skin once he was done.
“I don’t appreciate a temptress playing with her food.” His voice was gruff, as he took a handful of his hair and started ringing it out the water splattering on the rock below. An amused hum rang out, and you reveled in the look he gave you, his eyes softened at the sound of your voice, and he leaned forward toward you. As soon as your hum stopped his face, contorted into a sneer. “The only reason I haven’t killed you yet, is because you brought me here.” His words sparked something in your chest, “Don’t push it.”
You fiddled with your necklace, it was just an ordinary shell, but it was something your own mother had given you before she turned into seafoam. He watched you like a hawk, as he got his bearings.
“You should leave,” His monotone voice sounded out, “my kindness for you saving me, is me not killing you like the monster you are.” His tone was a warning, one you didn’t listen to. Your song came forth as you leaned forward. This was just a little test. A test to see what he would do, how he would fare against your song. There was that look of adoration in his eyes, masking his real thoughts. Your hand cupped his face as you sang to him. He definitely struggled. You didn’t want it to end… Wishing he would look at you like that when you didn’t sing…
You other hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing his compass. Nothing but a momento, to remember this hybrid by. Hoping your paths would cross once more, you hold the compass close to your heart, as you stop your song.
“Give that back.” He sounded angry once he regained his own thoughts. His hand swiped at you, catching your necklace. It was too late… You launched yourself backward into the sea, watching the necklace snap and fall away from you. You had his compass, and he had your necklace… You felt the familiarity of the ocean around you and you looked up at the rock where he lay, only to see him peering down at you, necklace still in his hand.
You had to get that necklace back at all costs. You grit your teeth and you settled for waiting him out, until he slept. He had no way off of the rock he was currently on. It was nothing but a barren piece of stone. You took a look at his golden compass, on it was a rough engravement of the name Philza. You could tell it was enchanted, probably bound with another compass, made sense seeing as it didn’t point north, and it fluctuated here and there. Enchanted items like these weren’t easy to get so you knew he would be looking to get it back.
You waited for him to fall asleep… But the only trouble was that… He never fell asleep. When the world grew dark and the waves seemed to calm you broke through the water, your eyes watching him. You could sing to him until you got your necklace back. When you tried… You found he had torn a piece of his clothing, making earplugs… When he noticed you, he stood, just staring you down. He held out your necklace in a taunting manner, challenging you with his eyes. You knew better than to challenge a man who stood on any type of land… No… Your best bet was to charm him into the sea. Into your own territory. It’s what you did best… You know… When they didn’t have earplugs.
You figured he had to sleep at some point, he couldn’t keep going like this. So, you watched him, as he fought to keep himself upright in his sitting position, fighting crashing waves that tried to carry him off to sea when the ocean was being relentless. He went for three days, no food, no sleep, no water. He stayed in the blistering sun, made it through the cold nights. You knew he wasn’t exactly human. So… What was he?
“Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, we'll take our leave and go.” He sung on the third night, you wished to rise and sing with him, not to charm him or anything… But you never had anyone to sing with… That seemed to be the sirens curse. The curse of never finding someone to sing your song with.
You watched him play with your necklace, his exhausted eyes looking over the shell… His eyes scanning the horizon, possibly for a ship… Or maybe just to look for you. You hoped it was the latter. He leaned his head back upon the rock, his eyes fluttering shut. You waited a few minutes, watching his still form. The necklace still in his hand. Now could be your chance! You swam as quickly and quietly as you could to the edge of the rock, reaching for the necklace in his hand.
“Aren’t you a brave one?” His sudden voice made a surprised hum rip from your throat. He pulled the necklace back. “I’ll tell you what… Give me the compass and I’ll give you your necklace.” You thought about it… That necklace was everything to you… But if you gave him the compass back… Well then… The game would be over. What fun was that?
“You thought it was just going to be that easy?” You taunted, a playful sound echoed around you, not that it affected him. It annoyed you that all he had to do was muffle your song, and he wouldn’t be affected.
“I could just break it…” His hold on the shell tightened. You shot him a dirty look. “Shells break really easily; all I would have to do is squeeze…” You found yourself reaching for the necklace before you could stop yourself. His hand caught your wrist. Luckily, you let the compass sink into the water before he pulled you up, you landed on his chest, his hold on you didn’t falter. “Or I could just break you. I bet you would break just as easily, demon.” You scrambled away from him, his hold still on your wrist.
“Let me go,” Your song sounded from your throat in a menacing manner.
“Not until, you give me the compass back.” He grit his teeth, as his hold on you got tighter.
“It’s at the bottom of the ocean, you’re more than welcome to go get it.” You taunted him, tugging at your arm to no avail.
“What do you even want with a compass?” He hissed through his teeth, he looked like he was done playing your games. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of his skin on yours was too much to bear. He dismissed your silence, his eyes meeting yours. “I do not forget, the faces of those who have helped me, and that is still the only reason why you haven’t turned into seafoam.”
“Or is it just the fact that your strength is leaving your body by the moment.” You hissed; your other hand snaked around the hand on your wrist. You cursed the fact that he had hybrid strength over you. Pulling humans into the sea was definitely easier. “Or…” You had an idea… “Is it something else?” You gave him a sultry look, as the end of your tail flipped to and fro. Your hand caressed up his arm up to his shoulder, face inching forward, threatening to capture him in a kiss.
“What-” You didn’t give him time to finish his sentence, you pressed forward, slotting your lips with his. Happy hums emitted from you; this was the most whole you had felt in a long time. Your hand came to cup his cheek, when you felt him relax into the kiss is when you took your shot. You grabbed at the piece of cloth in his ear, effectively enrapturing him in your low hums. His hands now roamed your body, and if you weren’t so preoccupied with Techno… Maybe you would have seen the ship with the crew searching for the very man you were kissing, behind you.
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“Ready the harpoons, we’re going fishing tonight boys.” Philza, one of the more well-known pirate captains to sail the seas, spotted the two of you through his spyglass. Signaling the crew to put in their earplugs, he looked back through the spy glass once more. They just had to get closer. What Phil wanted to find out was why Techno was grabbing a siren by the wrist, and not killing the demon. What had happened here? When their ship had gotten closer, he saw you kiss Techno, and he knew he had to act now, or Techno would be lost.
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It wasn’t long before you heard an anchor lowering in the distance. You broke away from his kiss, turning your face toward the boat you were met with the sight of a blond man with wings standing on the bow of a ship… A harpoon in his hand… You grabbed ahold of the hybrid’s shirt pulling him back toward the water with you. Unluckily for you, pain erupted in your shoulder, as his harpoon was launched into your back, causing you to screech in pain. The man in front of you took a second to come out his daze.
You didn’t wait around to be impaled again. You launched yourself back into the water, evading the bullets that the crew shot into the water. The water turned red as you swam as fast as you could to the ocean floor. They wouldn’t follow you that deep… But now… Your mission to get your necklace back had failed, you miserably patched yourself up. Cursing the fact that you got too carried away… Your thoughts resting on the compass… If you could find that compass, you could get your necklace back that way… Assuming he still had it.
Searching the ocean floor seemed to take forever, seeing as you were still wounded. But when you finally found it, you let out a hum of happiness, clutching it to your chest. You were going to get your necklace back no matter what, you kept telling yourself that anyway… There was no way you were just excited to see that handsome hybrid again… You shook your head at the thought as your eyes studied the arrow on the compass as it moved ever so slightly. You made your way back to the surface, your eyes scanning the horizon for his ship. Your heartbeat faster, when you saw him leaning on the back railing of the ship as it sailed away, watching the place he had been for the past three days. Maybe… It wasn’t all for the necklace…
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He had seen you as you watched him leave, how could he have not? An unbelievable ache in his chest begged him to go back to you. Maybe it was the desire that your song brought on, still playing tricks on his mind. Your song, though beautiful, was sad… Lonely… He wanted to be over it, and yet he couldn’t. He saw your head duck below the waves, and he found himself unconsciously reaching for you… The action, causing him to sigh. He knew better than to give in to a temptress… But here he was, longing for your touch, to feel your skin under the pads of his fingertips again.
“Techno? Mate?” Phil knocked him from his thoughts, “let’s go talk about this in the captain’s quarters.” Knowing better than to argue, he followed Phil. Two meals have been prepared for the two of them, just waiting. He had been a starved man for the past three days, but he craved your touch more than any ounce of food. “You must be hungry…” Phil sat at his desk, motioning toward the food. Techno could only grunt as he took a seat. “Techno, what happened to you?” Phil asked as Techno took a bite out of the potato he was eating.
“Well, you saw me board that blasted ship, Phil.” Techno shrugged taking another bite, chuckling at Philza’s tired expression. “They swarmed me, tied me up and put me in their brig. When they were safe from you and your cannons, they made me walk the plank.” Phil could see the far away look in Techno’s eyes. “I think I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for…”
“For?” Phil’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward clasping his hands together so he could rest his chin on his fingers.
“Nevermind that, I’m here now, that’s all that matters…” Techno busied himself with his plate.
“A toast to that mate.” Phil raised his glass, causing Techno to do the same. The creaking of wood as the ship rocked back and forth was deafening. Phil’s eyes spied his compass sitting on his desk… The compass bound to Techno’s… The arrow moved, fluctuating. Phil wasn’t stupid by any means, nor did he want to see his friend die to a siren… But Techno was acting different, something needed to be done, and he would give Techno that choice. When Phil was done with his supper, he stood, walking to where Techno was seated. Silently he left the compass next to Techno. “Techno, I’m taking a few days to myself. You’ll need to lead the crew while I’m gone. But you can’t do that without a compass.”
Techno gave a salute to his captain and oldest friend. A bracelet, with a shell hanging off of it, graced his wrist. Phil gave him a smirk and left the captains quarters. Leaving Techno alone to his thoughts. He could swear he could hear faint whispers of your song being carried over the wind. He sighed closing his eyes, tilting his head as if that would help him hear it. He knew he was being idiotic… But whether it was sound of the notes you made or the taste of your lips that made him crave your very being… He was going to find you… He was going to make sure of that.
