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i'm only cryptic and machiavellian 'cause i care | steter vid
Unfortunately the idea of post-canon/jailbreak fireworks duo slow reconciliation dynamic is so enamoring to me, canon compliance and plausibility be damned
hey have you perhaps heard of the ao3 series nuclear winter by Euryydice that focuses on how tubbo and techno grow close together after ranboo's death it comes with the most gut punching grief to ever exist
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2768521
Oh???? 👀
One thing I've been thinking about on and off the last few days is how for most of the story, Techno doesn't really see Tubbo as. y'know. Tubbo. He just sees him as the figurehead of L'Manburg. An extension a symbol of the government he represents.
When he's antagonistic and hates on him, it's not really about who Tubbo is as a person, it's about his role as "The President". Once that's removed from the equation, he doesn't actually mind Tubbo, on a personal level, as just a guy. They actually get along pretty well.
It's just that until that point, Techno reduces Tubbo so thoroughly to his role, that until that role is removed, it doesn't matter to him what sort of person Tubbo actually is
I need to rewatch the michael rescue stream..........................
there's like. a moment where ctechno apologizes to ctubbo for execution him way back when. and that's just. such a fascinating concept I need to properly study it, bc like. ctechno does NOT accept that he's in the wrong. that's just not something he does. but he did it then? about that? after so long brushing it off over and over and over again?? it's just, fascinating to me to think about the idea of like, techno slowly coming to process and reassess everything he's done wrong through an alliance/friendship with tubbo over grieving ranboo's death, and protecting micheal together
gang im going insane i love firework duo so much. The way both of them were executed by each other by another persons suggestion. the way tubbo is constantly pitted against discs (INANIMATE OBJECTS) and techno is constantly compared to a blade, a weapon. The way theyre both constantly betrayed. Techno hoards wither as Tubbo hoards nukes. Unwillingly being symbols of causes and ideals. Tubbo grinding for hours with eret in early lmanburg only to be betrayed and lose everything, the way Techno grinded for hours in Pogtopia and was betrayed and lost pretty much everything. Techno retired and starts keeping bees. Tubbo retired and starts keeping bees. They both constantly fall to peer pressure. Such clear reflections of each other, constantly being pitted against one another. Unrelated note any of you guys listened to Cops and Robbers by The Hoosiers??
c!techno apologized when he shot tubbo. nobody ever apologizes to tubbo. i. hm.
wilbur never apologized to tubbo. wilbur just said “that’s just the way life is.” and wilbur carried on. tommy never apologized; it’s not his fault. he didn’t know how. tommy just kept asking, “you’re not really going to do it, are you?” he just kept banking on tubbo being tubbo. it took far too much blood and far too much pain for the two of them to even stop. because tubbo’s been raised to take it like medicine and tommy’s been raised to follow his elders.
but techno. techno said “I’m sorry.”
I'm at work for ONE STREAM and Tubbo is making a melon farm while listening to the Art of War...Fireworks duo how I miss thee they were so fun together.
Time for my monthly rewatch of this animatic and to quote "TECHNOBLADE PROBLEM THERE NO IS NOT" at random occasions
2022 Pride Month Favorite Canon Queer Characters:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow Rosenberg & Tara Maclay: Lesbians
friend is trying to convince me this is a common experience and I do not believe her, so
Do you expect to be paid back if you pay for something for your friend while you’re hanging out? (I.E. a ride, a meal, a trinket.)
Yes, always
Yes, but only if it’s above a limit of money
No, never
I don’t buy things for my friends.
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For a more illustrative example, say you go to the movies with a friend and you buy them popcorn, do you expect them at some point to send you money back via cash or through an app of some kind? Will you be upset if they don’t?
the word...
okay, i’m curious. let’s play a game. reblog this post and put in the tags the name of a fictional Indigenous character.
No headcanons, no ‘coding’, only CANONICALLY Indigenous characters. You have unlimited time. Go.
So like, while I may dislike the s3 cheating plot as much as most people, I’ve lowkey grown fond of like that messy early possessiveness that Willow and Xander have of eachother. Like, her wanting to kiss Oz after she finds out about him and Cordy, him being jealous and concerned over Willow’s robot boyfriend, them both talking about what they see in eachother’s partners, Xander getting annoyed at Angel being in her room, Willow crying over Xander sleeping with Faith. Like, idk there’s just something to it. The childhood best friends who are somewhat codependent and a little toxic about it and get jealous when the other has a partner, not even purely because of romantic feelings but just because it’s someone infringing on ‘their’ person. It’s kinda juicy in a sense.
Yet memory plays its tricks. Maybe I imagined it, his last invitation, and the anguish after. The weeping. I do know that as the months passed he was out there again. I heard him from time to time just walking those old Garden District streets. And I wanted to call to him, to tell him that it was a lie I’d spoken to him, that I did love him. I did. — The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice
what if your situationship asked you to be his lawyer because a rockstar trashed his tacky hotel and requested to meet him but he lied and set the meeting up himself because the rockstar is his ex that he wrote a book about insulting him page after page after page and he wanted to ragebait him into talking to him and get yelled at in french
i was going to say they should have sent anya to ats but they would have killed her RIGHT away or impregnated her but i think generally she would have loved angel investigations' business model
Hope, Like the Rising Sun
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86846406/
Rating: General Audiences
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Multiple, Chris Argent Feels, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Allison Argent Lives, Mentioned Allison Argent, Mentioned Lydia Martin, Fic is Complete
Chapters: 1/2 | Words: 1,478
Summary:
Chris ran out of hope a long time ago, when year after year passed without a soulmark ever blooming across his skin. Eventually he has to accept that he wasn’t meant to have a soulmate, and pretend like that thought doesn’t break him. OR: Soulmarks only show up when the youngest turns eighteen.
At the Bar after the Bar
Tags: m/m, alternate universe, bar AU, college student Stiles, Spark Stiles, biker Chris, fluff
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent
@writersmonth Pride Month Bingo 2026 Prompt: bar
Summary: Law student Stiles has found the perfect quiet place to study – the Silver Shot biker bar. And the hot owner, Chris, is the cherry on top. Especially when the man starts taking care of him.
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Stiles had found the perfect spot to study in peace – the Silver Shot, a little biker bar in the alley behind the university library. Yes, a biker bar may not be everyone’s definition of a perfect spot for studying, but it worked for him.
Stiles had discovered it by chance, coming out of the library with a stack of books and getting surprised by a very sudden downpour when he was behind the library. He started cursing softly and looked around for the nearest open store or place or whatever.
A bight neon sign claimed Silver Shot above the door and Stiles pushed into the place. He paused for a second, already pretty wet as he stood there and looked into what was clearly a bar and also clearly not his usual scene. Most people wore leather, had full beards and were at least ten years older than him. The clientele turned to look at him when he entered and he immediately felt out of place and like maybe getting soaked in the rain wasn’t the worst thing.
“Catch,” the man behind the bar said and then threw a folded dish-towel at him.
Stiles barely caught it and then looked from the towel to the man. Tall, a dark-gray beard with silver streaks, eyes piercing even in this distance, lines on his face that only made him more attractive and a blue shirt that spanned rather tight over his impressive chest. Stiles just stared at him.
“You’re wet,” the handsome man said, nodding at him. “Looking like a stray cat escaping the rain there. Take the towel, kid. And then take a seat.”
Unable to do anything else, Stiles just nodded and started first patting the books to make sure they didn’t get damaged and then ruffling his own hair. He found a table in the corner and hunkered down. The handsome silver fox came up to him not long after and put a steaming cup of tea down.
“Warms you up from the inside,” he said with a smile. “I’m Chris, the owner.”
“Stiles,” Stiles nodded, knowing it was probably weird to introduce himself. “Thank you.”
Stiles still had the towel over his head and he had the steaming mug of tea in his hands as he opened one of the books and figured he could as well continue studying while waiting for the rain to stop. Time passed more or less without him noticing. He ended up ordering a second cup of tea, then a third. He blinked owlishly up at Chris when the man tapped him on the shoulder.
“C’mon, kid. Closing time,” Chris smiled amused, his eyes sparkling.
He looked from Chris down at the notes he’d made and realized that he had gotten more done here than he had in the entire past week at home and at campus. Nodding quickly, he gathered his stuff, paid for his teas – with a large tip, because the man had been kind to Stiles when Stiles had really needed it and he had not owed Stiles a towel or the thoughtfulness – and headed home.
[read the full fic on AO3!]