technoblade apologist.

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[sallysoot]

୧  THANK YOU. ☆ ╮

    ୧   hi! i’m sally. i used to write mcyt x reader content on this blog. you can read all my old stuff here. it was a blast writing for everyone!

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[sallysoot]

i have no intelligent or articulate thoughts to convey (i’m still actively sobbing lol), but i do want to try. to the deepest extent a total stranger can feel, my heart is crushed for both technoblade and those close to him. it feels horribly unreal that this has happened. my words fail to express the magnitude of what loss is and how it affects those experiencing it.

to anyone reading, it’s alright to sit still and feel this grief. our instinct is to pull back from the things that hurt; it is hardwired into our being to jerk away from hot stoves or sharp edges when the pain comes. but grief is not malicious. it is not a red-hot burner against your palm that you must learn to never touch again; feel it out and mourn when you are ready.

and to techno (even knowing your name now, it would feel much too informal to call you anything else), thank you. in a strange, roundabout way, you— joking, writing, planning, being— brought huge, fundamental change into my little life. i am one person out of the millions of people who were affected by you. it is amazing to leave behind a legacy like yours. i hope that your passing was very kind to you, and that all burden and pain has been cast far away. if there is the slimmest chance these words reach you, may they find you in bliss.

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[sallysoot]

does anybody else’s family have a sxith sense abt when you’re working on something you do not want to have someone else around for. bro on GOD my whole fuckin family will leave me alone all day if i’m cleaning or working on assignments but the MOMENT i decide to stop and do a pleasure activity. like writing. drawing. video games. anything. fuck it not just pleasure activities even just having a snack by myself. SUDDENLY IT’S AAAAALLLL ABOUT SALLY AND HOW MUCH TIME WE CAN SPEND INTERACTING WITH HIM UNINTERRUPTED AYE

[valtsv]

okay i know it's supposed to be tragic and all but when gay people ask their love interests to run away together with them without warning i kind of get why they always refuse. like. you want me to run away with you now? like right now? without even giving me time to pack my things? i need 3-5 business days' warning just to decide what pizza toppings i want when we order takeout you can't just do this to me

[sunniewrites]

☀︎☁︎BLOOMING SEASON

pairing; flower shop au!technoblade x gn!reader word count; 1.2k warnings; oblivious mutual pining >:( can be taken as ooc techno because i haven't rlly written him. synopsis; techno gets forced to buy flowers from a local flower shop because of his brother. but after seeing a old friend which make some old feelings rise, he maybe realizes the trip wasn't so bad. a/n: hello hello!! this piece of writing is for kay aka @dreamwvrld to celebrate her 1 year anniversary <3 i hope you enjoy :)

Techno sighs as he walks down the street from his apartment. The blue skies slightly calming him down as he takes out the note from his pocket and fiddles with the edges, remembering what his brother said.

"Heyy Techno!!" He winces as he picked up the call from his twin. "Are you drunk Wil?" Techno imagines Wilbur's confused face and chuckles while putting the call on speaker. "Wha- I'm not drunk!!" He hums, sitting down on his sofa.

Techno grabs his plate of food from the coffee table while his twin rants. "-Anyway, I need you to visit the local flower shop near your place uhh- I think it's called Bloomers??" Techno swallows his food when he tuned back in.

"Why?" Techno asks before adding "Did you and Sally get into another fight?" Wilbur chuckles on the other line while Techno rolls his eyes. "Actually never mind, I don't need to hear your sob story."

"Woww Techno real mature of you." He can feel the sarcasm seeping through the screen as Wilbur speaks. "Anyway, you're closer and I need to make up with her. Buy her a boquet of lilies, will you? It's her favorite." As Techno opens his mouth to protest, Wilbur speaks again.

"I'll pay you back! Please, man?" Techno sets his plate on the coffee table and speaks. "Ok first of all, never call me 'man' again." He hears Wilbur scoff and knows he's rolling his eyes.

"Second of all, I'll do it as long as you remember to pay me back." Techno smiles as Wilbur thanks him. He takes a post-it note out and writes down where it is and what flowers to get before bidding farewell to his brother.

He sighs as he reaches the front of the store. 'Bloomers' is spelled out accross the top of the store in fancy letters with a rose at the end. He remembers to scold his brother for sending him to such a corny place before entering.

"Hello! Welcome to Bloomers! How may I help you-" Your voice falls short as the bell's ring comes to a stop. Standing in front of you is Technoblade, from your high school.

"No way!!" You exclaim and smile at him. "Technoblade right?" The said man infront of you manages to nod.

While inside, he's cursing his brother for making him do this. Because in front of him is his high school crush, Y/n.

He knows Wilbur knew. Wilbur always has a knack for trying to break Techno's calm exterior and has yet to succeed. Though this might be his closest attempt.

"Y-" He clears his throat. "Y/n too, right?" You smile and nod at him. "So glad to see you after all these years! Honestly thought you died after you didn't respond to my text."

Oh.

He can't believe you remember that. After high school when you both went your seperate ways. You had gotten Techno's number and texted him.

Techno had freaked out and ignored it. When he finally got the courage to respond, he realized two weeks had passes and decided it was too awkward to respond.

"Haha... Well I'm here now aren't I?" He clears his throat from embarrassment. Yeah! You are. Anyway, As I was saying. How can I help you today?"

Oh yeah. He forgot about the flowers.

He reached into his pocket to grab the note before realizing it had dropped. Panicking, he crouched to the floor and looked around for it.

You had to stifle your laughter. Watching one of your old friends-who keep in mind is 6'2- panick while looking around at the floor.

You caught sight of a yellow note stuck on his hair. You wondered if that was it.

"Um- Techno?" He stops looking around and stands up, hitting his head on one of your hanging pots.

"Oh shit!- Wait are you ok?!?" You panick and rush over to him. He nods as the room spin for him. 'Great. I just embarrassed myself for sure.'

You giggle at him and motion for him the turn around. You pluck the note out of his hair making him turn pink as your fingers brush against his ear.

He turned back around, face flushed from embarrassment. "How did that get there.." He mumbled while your eyes scanned over the note.

He watches as you chuckle as show him the note. "You really haven't changed, have you?"

He remember's when you used to copy off of his notes in the class you guys shared together.

He rubs at his nape and gives you a nervous smile.

"Lillies, huh? A very fancy flower for a fancy someone?" You curse internally while you grab the flowers.

You can't believe you just asked your old best friend if he was single.

Techno's eyes widen. "Oh no no no, they're for my brother's girlfriend."

You smile in memory of his twin. "I think.. Sally's her name? Honestly I forget what Wilbur said..." Techno rambles.

"Well here's your bouquet Techno." You smile and hand over the bouquet you just previously wrapped.

Techno grabbed out his wallet when you reached over and stopped his hand from pulling it out.

His eyes rise to meet yours as you smile at him. "On the house, for an old friend."

Techno could feel his eyes widen.

"Oh I couldn't Y/n- Please just let me pay." Techno tries to refuse but you push back.

"Trust me Techno, it's fine!"

"I can't accept this Y/n-"

"Then don't! Simply.... pay me back never."

You two are basically toe to toe. Your leaning over the counter as Techno iseaning forward.

Both of your foreheads are centimeters away from touching. You can't remember the last time you were so close to somebody.

There's silence between the both of your before laughter fills the room.

He watches as you retract, leaving him standing over the counter.

"Well Techno, I think we're done here." You give him closed eye smile.

He tries his best not to frown or sigh, but his face betrays him.

"Don't worry Techno, I think we'll see each other very soon." You wink and shoo him away.

"Ok.. Bye Y/n." He shuffles on his feet right before the door, eyes on the floor.

"Goodbye Techno." Techno could hear the amusement in your voice without looking at your face.

His hand grabs the handle and hesitantly pushes the door open.

One step.

Two steps.

And he keeps walking for a few more steps before he turns around and gives you a genuine smile.

"Nice seeing you again." Before he walks away with more confidence than he entered with.

"I- you- Nice seeing you two!!.. God why am I like this." He chuckles at you behavior.

As he turned the corner, a black card in the rose's caught his eye.

'xxx-xxx-xxx don't think i was lying when i said we'd see each other soon ;)'

He smirked a bit at the card. You always knew Techno had a good eye.

God, you always knew everything about Techno.

Well, except his unsaid feelings.

He tucks the card in his coats pocket and trades it for his phone.

Techno clicks on a contact. It starts ringing with leads for him to bring it up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"You have some explaining to do Wilbur."

Wilbur's nervous chuckles ring throughout the line.

"Oh boy.."

[writeouswriter]

Look, if I introduced a WIP on here excitedly and then promptly never mentioned it again, it doesn’t mean I’m not working on it, it means I’m slowly rotating it in my mind like a rotisserie chicken and then went out to the grocery store to buy several other rotisserie chickens while I wait for it to cook and then slowly started rotating those rotisserie chickens and repeat

[abrillustrated]

finally did my friend pomooo26's dtiys on instagram! damn them and their love of details lmfao

feel free to reblog!

[sallysoot]

i hate posting asks when i’m still writing them… fucking cringelord and your jumpy hands… 😭🤚 anyway, the question was something like “do you? women? for you???” which i interpreted as either

“do you like women” yes, sometimes! i’m grey aroace and what little i do experience is for women only— but very rare. i write a lotta romance for a person that does not really jive with dating LOL

or

“will you write wlw fics” yes, absolutely! i’ve done a couple here and would like to do more, in particular i have plans for once i’ve explored c!tina and c!hannah a bit more as characters!! 💪

[batsandboba]

noticing a slowly declining population of anime techno fanarts lately. while pig techno is the more popular breed at the moment and technoblade himself has expressed favoritism toward pig technos please remember that BOTH anime AND pig technos are needed to maintain for a healthy ecosystem! it breaks my heart to see such a beautiful species fading. i know anime technos require more maintenance in the form of expensive hair conditioners but that’s not an excuse to abandon them. if you can’t afford the necessary hair care to keep your anime techno healthy there are many fans who will gladly take one in! they deserve just as much love as their pig brothers ♥️

[sallysoot]

୧  DSMP X READER REQUESTS OPEN; SEE BELOW !!  ☆ ╮

time for a post i’m very excited to make!!

hi, everybody! if you know me, it’s lovely to see you again, and if you don’t, it’s nice to meet you! i’m sally and i’m a writer of dsmp x reader content; you can check out my masterlist if you would like. it’s been a long time since i’ve been able to take requests, even before my break began… so it makes me VERY excited to announce i’ll be accepting them again!!!!

i’m taking requests for 100 word drabbles or short one-shots (probably <1k)!! 💕 please be sure to read my rules before requesting. i try to keep a relatively accurate queue where you can check on the status of your request, as well as a pinned post that notes if my requests are open or not. keep in mind that i may decide not to write a request even if it doesn’t break any rules— i just don’t have all the time OR energy in the world to write, so i do have to try to be selective. with that in mind, i look forward to hearing from y’all!!

[sallysoot]

୧  a vessel of wasted potential [ .01 ] ☆ ╮

wilbur has slogged through eight thousand, six hundred and eighty-three days of this so-called miserable life waiting to find you: the cool balm over his fetid wounds.

this is… a 2.1k reader insert fic written from wilbur’s POV. it contains: just… simpbur, generally, referenced past bullying, unhealthy obsessions/fixations, “love at first sight,” and the impending doom vibe from my angst addiction. get ready for some secondhand embarrassment in part one of what will probably be two! requested by… nobody. only i wanted this. sorry. SFGHLKDFJGHL author’s note… i come back and the first thing i do is start writing THIS stuff again. whoopsies! i just wanted to do a different take on simpbur compared to my past works, something a little more pathetic insightful, y’know? also, i got this title from my simpbur playlist of the same name. give it a listen if you’d like! also leave me alone about the “graphic design is my passion” looking ass header i- i i ii i–

       Wilbur has always found a type of comfort in reconstructing the world as if through the elaborate lens of a seasoned director, demonstrating with unmatched expertise that what is true need not be what the camera has really caught on film— it can be his own framing, instead. And he will call this deception a ‘perspective,’ and he will call those that cannot see it the deceivers.

       Wilbur Soot does not lie and he does not cheat. Wilbur Soot is an artist—surely someone, of all the people in this vile world that never wants to bend with ease to his elaborate cinematography, would understand that.

Keep reading

[sallysoot]

Which of your works in the master list is your favorite? :3

OH GOSH UHHH FKSKFNSKFK okay, i’ll be honest: i do not like, let alone REREAD my works, ever, but i think my favorite on the conceptual level has to be imagen de espejo! my audience didn’t particularly enjoy it (which is fine!!) so i didn’t continue writing it, however i do love the idea to its core! meanwhile, my more “popular” fics are actually some of the ones i dislike the most 😭🤚

[sallysoot]

In the new fic, was Wilbur’s last obsession before reader Quackity?!?!?! (Based on name n description?)

ah, good eye!!! i wondered if someone might comment on that. it was quackity, yes! 🎊🎉 i’ll avoid going on an insane tangent about the nuances of why leaving specific indicators of Wilbur’s bisexuality/previous interest in both men and women in this fic— when that’s something i usually don’t do— was VERY important to me, but just for the record: it was REALLY intentional, simpbur is our bi rat king amen 🙏

[nohohankerotomania-deactivated2]

true but i dont agree

[livelovelizz]

love enough to drown it out

c!captain puffy x reader

tw: none

The Dream SMP isn’t kind to people. You go in, bright and beautiful and wonderfully you. It starts slow, but it’s sure. Seeping into your pores, it crawls and twists and sneaks, infecting your soul. Turning from someone youthful and full of life to something grotesque and ill. When you come out the other side, you are an empty husk of what you use to be.

You wish it didn’t have to be this way. You wish you didn’t have to watch countless people you love turn to beasts without any sympathy. At least you can recognize the ways it’s changed you. From someone always laughing and smiling at something, you are much less gracious with your emotions now; projecting apathy or smugness at best—in public at least.

Behind doors, you can be yourself. Show any emotions you want, show any desire you want, any semblance of an attachment. That’s what you think, as you lie in bed with the early morning rays of sun hitting your bare shoulders and warming you up.

It’s nothing compared to the warmth you feel when you look at your sleeping lover's face. Your hand strokes her delicate cheek tenderly, careful not to apply too much pressure. Watching in awe at how strong she is. How short little breaths come out, how her eyebrows furrow before settling again, how she shifts forward further into your embrace. It makes your heart fill with joy and love and contentedness.

On any other day, you would spiral into your emotions, confused on how someone so perfect could love you. But today isn’t that day, and you’re content to lie here and stare at her for hours.

“Stop starin’ at me,” Puffy grumbles, turning her face into the pillow. You laugh and press your forehead to hers.

“Good morning, my sleeping beauty,” you coo.

Puffy scoffs and peaks an eye open. “It’s creepy. Stop,”

You hum in thought before— “Nope. I quite enjoy basking in your presence.”

“Oh my god,” she grumbles, “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

You watch her sit up and yawn, arms stretching up above her head and into the sky. She rubs at her eyes before standing up unsteadily. You prop yourself up on one elbow and watch as she starts towards the bathroom.

“Nothing, my sweet little pumpkin pie,” you smile, “Why can’t I admire you?”

Puffy stops at the threshold of the en suite. Turning her head around, she gives you an unimpressed stare. “Never say that again, or I swear to God I will kill you,”

With that, she flips you off. Clutching at your heart, you fall back with a pained noise, as if you got shot. You hear her giggle and then the door shuts. Rolling your eyes, you guess you should also get up and start the day. You go through the motions, with fatigue dragging your body down and begging for you to return to bed. You just finished getting dressed as Puffy exits the bathroom, looking sufficiently more refreshed.

Perking up, you remembered the plans you have for today.

“Puffy!” you interrupt the silence, causing Puffy to jump. She turns to you with an alarmed face. “Get dressed and meet me down stairs! Hurry, hurry!”

Puffy’s face twists. “Uh, okay—”

You don’t wait for her to finish before hurriedly exiting the bedroom, practically skipping in excitement. It’s been so long since you’ve had a day to yourselves, away from everyone else and you were determined to make today a rest day. You've been planning this for weeks now!

In the kitchen, you reach for a basket that’s kept in the very back of your cabinets, one that was reserved for happier times. Pulling it out, the faint hint of dust makes nostalgia wash over you.

Setting the basket gently on the counter, you start to gather everything you prepped the night before. Crackers, check. Cheese, check. Chocolate, check. Wine? Double check. You just finished packing everything in and closed the lid when Puffy enters the kitchen.

She still looks confused, lips tilted downwards and eyebrows furrowed. She meets your gaze, scanning your body before moving to the object next to you. It takes a minute, but as soon as she realizes what’s going on, her lips part in an ‘o’ shape.

“Are we—are we going on a picnic?” she stutters, shuffling closer to you. You smile and nod, holding out a hand. Absent-minded, she puts her hand in yours. You pull her in and kiss her knuckles.

“Yeah, thought we could use a break,” you reply, “What do you think? Me and you, away from here for a little?”

You can see the uncertainty bloom in her. Puffy tries to take her hand back, but you simply keep it in place. “But—but what if someone needs me? What if—”

“Shh,” you hush, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She sighs into you, kissing back with a little more passion. Smiling, you pull back. “Let me take care of you today. Nothing’s going to burn down because you’re gone,”

Puffy quirks an eyebrow but smiles back at you anyway. “I actually think that’s quite possible, with the people here,”

You laugh but agree. “Come on, why don’t we head out?”

And so you go, packing up some other things like a blanket and some pillows. It’s a surprisingly nice day, like it knew to put on it’s best performance for you two. Your hands are locked in an embrace, and you look over to Puffy. She’s wearing a woven sun hat, but underneath her hair is loose, flowing freely in the gentle breeze. She looks absolutely divine with the sun gleaming down on her. She’s glowing. Love bursts in your heart and you can’t resist leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Puffy only smiles in return, continuing whatever she was talking about before—you’re a little to caught up looking at her to really hear what she’s saying.

Finally, when you reach the end of the path on onto nature, you come across the perfect spot. A soft gentle hill, with the perfect decline. Flowers cover the hill, bees buzzing and birds chirping. You settle down a blanket and get comfortable. The lunch is delicious, the food is good but the company is great. Laughing and smiles dominant the conversation.

When the wine gets drained and stomachs filled with food, Puffy yawns and shifts.

“Do you want to take a nap?” you ask, brushing a stray piece of hair off her shoulder. She ponders it for a moment before nodding. There’s some readjustment, a few curses let out as rocks poke her, but eventually she settles with her head in your lap. She closes her eyes and you get lost in her features again.

“Thank you for doing this,” Puffy says, softly rubbing her thumb over your hand.

You can’t properly express your love. “You won’t take care of yourself, so someone has to.”

“Still,” she insists, eyes straining with some kind of emotion you don’t wish to decipher.

You lean down to kiss her. It’s a little awkward, and your back is straining from the weird position, but the kiss is sweet and totally worth it. For a while, nothing can be heard besides the chime of grass and song of birds. A calming feeling settles over the hill.

“I love you. I want you to be happy,” you murmur against her lips. “I’m happy when you’re happy.”

Puffy laughs and kisses you again before you pull away. Her eyes are sparkling. “Good thing I’m delighted right now, huh?”

You feel your lungs inflate with a rush of the scenery—air, flowers, grass, and Puffy, oh Puffy. You love her so much, and she smiles because she knows.

fin.

[sallysoot]

Oh dear Sally it is wonderful to see you back!! How's everything been with you! I believe you mentioned mortuary school?? At one point?? Is that still going well? I am so excited to see you back and I'm waiting with bated breath for all the new things you'll write!!! 💕

AWWW BROO 🥺 that’s so sweet of you to remember thank you!!!! things have been going okay! lots of ups and downs in many ways for me and my loved ones, but we’re all getting by and school is going well!! i love my major and i’m so excited to actually begin studying AT the mortuary school soon— the pre-reqs i’m in now are hard and i’m really excited to take stuff that’s more in my range of interests there! i hope you have been doing okay too anon!!! 💗

[sallysoot]

what blogs would you love to collab with and what blogs you just would never interact

oh! that’s an interesting question!! and very unexpected i will admit ^^” to be honest, i’m really not a collab person—i’m controlling and want things done a particular way, so it frustrates me (AND everyone else) to try to work with others most of the time unless it’s, like, rp 😭 but there’s no one i wouldn’t interact with that i know of! minors writing r18 content are the only people in the community i have issues with, as far as who i know of right now. i’d love to meet and interact with more authors, there just aren’t as many of us around now as when i started originally ☹️