#c: technoblade

[millkywite]

Them blocky heads.

thanks everyone who requested :)!

[evil-dsmpconfessions]

SHOUTOUT TO MY IRLS WHO KNOW NOTHING OF MCYT BUT IF I TELL THEM I NEED TO RAMBLE ABOUT TWINSDUO THEY SIT THEIR ASS DOWN AND LET ME TALK. THE REAL ONES.

-Twinsduo anon

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[toiletwipes]

hi i'm posting somethin

premise: you're dating techno and have met his family, simpbur and simpza philza. after being invited to a family cabin, you have sinful amounts of fun. with all three. whoops.

afab body. not really edited. minors do not interact.

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As techno comes down from his high and his hands slowly peel off your thighs, he gives you a small kiss, one to your cheek, and you give him a smile. "Gonna go rest for a bit," you mumble, patting his back and walking with shaky legs to the guest bedroom. By all means, you got the guest bedroom, and the siblings shared a room and then Phil had his own.

Slipping under the sheets, you let yourself slip into an easy sleep.

Though you had unknowingly fallen asleep in Phil's bed, and Simpbur was sent inside to get something from that exact room, passing Techno as he went out to go swim or some shit.

Simpbur walks in, doesn't even bother turning the lights on and sees your little face. You know, he tries to ignore it as his hands roam over the desk, shaking a little bit as he tries to remember what Phil had asked of him. And of course, he gets hard at the sight and thought of you. Just lying there. All by yourself. So hot and so asleep. You wouldn't even know.

"Fuck it," he turns his eyes and body toward you, walking close to the bed and gently peeling the covers off your lower half.

Being careful of his weight on the bed, he leans down and comes face to face with somebody's cum leaking out of you. It clicks, it does, he figures out that Techno just fucked you into a new one. It doesn't matter, though. You're his, no matter who has you in their arms or who's fucking you. You're all his.

Fishing out his dick, he slides it in between your folds, groaning at the feeling, feeling so good and he'd bet that you were too, with the way your breath seemed to hitch every time his tip nudged your clit, how you nearly squirmed but not enough for him to stop. How you whined and at one point, a little moan slipped from your lips.

At some point, he figures he should be getting outside, so he figures, what's the harm? Taking his cock into his hand and reaches under the blanket, underneath your thin shirt, and fondles your chest. One of these days, he'd fuck your mouth, your chest, your cunt- he'd make you his, all his. Last minute, a thought popped inside his head, and he shoved his cock inside of you, cumming inside nearly a moment after, never feeling something more amazing, more warm and so good, so so good to him.

Like you were made for him.

He slips out and has the sense to at least wipe some of it off, not make such a mess in his father's bed.

He goes back outside and complains he couldn't find whatever it was. So, as Phil does, he just pats him on the back and tells him to just go swim in the lake. He'll take care of it.

And of course, when he came inside, find your pretty, lithe body just lying on his bed, clothes not found anywhere on your bottom half, your shirt sliding up to the point he saw the rounded bottom of your breasts.

He should look away. Should. He has to. But when his body moves, it's not away. His fingers turn the lock on the door, silent from everyone else. Hidden away. How ironic.

Pushing aside the blanket entirely, his hands come up to thumb at your cheek, you looked so heavenly, so innocent. Though, every time you're alone with him and you press your chest against his shoulder, saying the movie scared you, or your… more sinful ways of eating food lately. When you're with the boys, nothing happens and you get a little spot of sauce on the corner of your lip. When it's just him… your tongue comes out, pressing and licking against whatever, swirling around the top and sliding it all the way back to your throat.

With that in mind, his thumb nudges your lips apart, finding himself unable to look away, to part from you. Your eyes flutter open and meet his. And his blood freezes in its veins, frozen in his place until you close your mouth around his thumb and suck.

A soft moan escapes him, feeling the way your hips move against his, just slightly. But it was all that he needed to get moving again.

His hips shift, moving his hand away from your face and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. He would take his time, make sure you knew just how bad he wanted you, but he wonders, since you knew it was him, your boyfriend's father, you probably already knew how awful it is to be in a situation like this. And didn't care.

He rolls his hips against your bare cunt, feeling it slightly damp- "shit," he curses, can't get anything on him, can't let them know he's been fucking Techno's girl, and though it was too hot, to be caught with his cock inside of you, maybe you're riding him but you don't stop-

With his clothes gone, he decides to screw it all, and leans down, pressing a hard kiss into your lips and sink inside of you, fingers digging into your hips and you let out a high whine, arms wrapping around his shoulders and pressing your chest against his.

He curses again, mouth open against yours, sharing hot breaths between you two as he moves his hips, setting a fast pace and his head spins when you moan out his name into his mouth. He swallows it all up, moving his hands from your waist to underneath your thighs, pushing them up and reaching a deeper spot inside of you, and your moans turn into whines, a jumble of words spilling out of your mouth. All filthy.

Then he hears it, in the faint distance, he hears a door slamming close and hard footsteps against the flooring. He stills inside of you, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. You squirm, because of course you do, you need him to move.

And when there's a knock on his door, Phil answered it. "Sorry, I spilt something on myself, I'll be back there in a bit," and he snapped his hips against yours, making sure you held back any noises. But your eyes had rolled back into your head, toes curling and one hand came up to grip his forearm, so small against his.

"Okay, just don't take too long." And your eyes refocused on Phil's, hearing your boyfriend's voice. But you just grinned into his palm. Licking it even.

And when he's sure his son left the house, he continued what he started. Slamming his cock inside of you and making you squeal his name, again and again. He'll be damned, sure, but it'll have been worth it.

His mouth trailed down to your chest, sucking and biting at your breasts, not leaving a single mark but he bites at your hard nipples, pulling a bit and loving the way you arched your back up again, every time he did it. Loved the way your nails scratched at his back. Found it addicting the way you just let him take you like this, moaning his name. Whining just for him.

It was too much and he gasped into your skin, "close, oh fuckk," and he went to pull out before you told him, told him those filthy words.

"Don't! need you to- fuck, need you to cum inside me," and what was he if not a gentleman?

And so he doesn't waste a moment, picking up the pace and lifting your legs even higher, soaking up all of your sounds and letting it wash over him. He groaned as he emptied inside of you, and stayed there for a little moment. Soft thrusts to ride it out. And when he is completely soft, he pulls out and gives you a small kiss. "Would you join me for a shower?" You smile into his mouth, and throw your arms around his neck.

"Take me away."

And with it only just hitting noon, and you've had three guys fuck you once, you're sure your night will get a lot more exciting.

[modx-reborn]

Bunny!Technoblade dressing as the easter bunny and teasing him about the outfit for hours until he pins us down and breeds us...

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Late easter ask? Yes, yes it is.

He looked adorable like this, sure it was mainly for a picture and a few things for a village the two of you trade with but gods did he look cute in his little apron and carrying that basket of treats for the village kids. Maybe it was a little cruel to tease him with the sight of you carrying the toddlers and little ones not able to walk, showing off the sight of you with any small thing the villagers would let you carry, but he had been the one to tell you he wanted to someday have a few little ones of his own.

What were you to do bar tease him like this? To show him what he wanted, almost rubbing it in his face as he had to play nice and make merry with the little ones tugging at his apron as he narrowed his eyes at you, mouthing a few 'Stop it's and 'Watch it's as you continued to tease and taunt him.

Sure you were in for it the moment you were done with the village, and sure it was likely going to be hell walking back to his warren, but the lingering looks and heavy stares he gave you were going to be worth whatever was coming your way when you got home.

Well, it was worth it, albeit you didn't get home before Techno was on you, ripping off his little apron and tugging your pants down as he pressed you into the dirt behind a looming oak tree.

"Was it worth it? Teasing me? Showing me how you would look as my little spouse, my kits on your hip? Taunting me with how easy you would take to it? Well, little darlin' maybe I should speed up those plans to breed you, hmm? You seem eager enough..."

Oh, how you would have agreed that it was worth it, had you the ability to do more than moan and whine his name, hands clawing into the dirt and scrabbling to find some true purchase as Techno pressed in, burying his cock to the hilt in one smooth motion, groaning and digging one hand into your hip and the other into your hair pressing you face down into the grass and dirt.

"Fuuuck look at that, so good for me, so ready to take my cock, should have skipped the easter stuff and had you like this, face down with my cock buried in you like it should be. Should keep you like this, fucked out on my cock and ready for me, gonna fill you, fuck my cum into you and make sure you're limping behind me dripping my cum till we get home and I can fuck you again..."

[batslibrary]

technoblade calling the reader 'little one' 🥺 it can be all wholesome or nsfw I don't mind (: hope you're doing well love! <3

Sure! I did this in a headcanon format, I hope that's alright! Hope you're doing well as well! <3

Headcanons: Technoblade x Reader

[calling the reader 'little one' | sfw | fluff | wholesome]

⋅ When you first asked him to call you 'little one', he was surprised.

⋅ He's not good at denying you any wish, though, therefore he was quick to agree.

⋅ At first, he'd only use it hesitantly - sometimes, he'd use it to poke fun at your height, especially compared to his, sometimes as an endearing pet name.

⋅ With time, he got more confident using it, especially as he saw how happy it made you!

⋅ Eventually, it was actually him who got attached to the nickname - sometimes, other pet names didn't feel right anymore. They just didn't have the same meaning as 'little one' to the both of you.

⋅ The fact that you asked him to call you that would be especially important to him - it was something you so dearly wanted that you told him; not something he had come up with himself.

⋅ So, to an extent, that pet name would actually represent just how much you both trust each other!

⋅ (He also thinks it's just very cute.)

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 1]

(Zzzzzzz.....)

(This is unfortunately gonna have to be in several parts, mainly so I can get something out to you guys while still being able to work on the rest ^^)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and sort of... smell hcs? Idk, I got into a mood and couldn’t stop writing about smells so here it goes lol.

Characters: Dream, Techno, Wilbur.

Warnings: There’s mentions of nightmares in Dream’s and a emotional breakdown in Wilbur’s, but that’s it.

Song Recommendation: Dream A Little Dream Of Me- The Mamas & Papas.

Up Next- Quackity, George, and Bad. [pt. 2]

Hope you have nice day today <3 Enjoy!

Dream:

Depending on where you’ve fallen asleep, Dream will kind of work with your position before he lets himself relax.

He prefers it when the two of you are in your bed, with him near the closest door and on his back and with you sleeping against his side, arm stretched over his middle. It’s a good way for him to be between any intruders that may come and to still have you close. But no matter where you are, he has to make sure that he can protect you before he lets his guard down.

Another position he likes is when you’re tucked against his chest under his chin, sitting on his lap or curled up together in bed. Being tall with a broad chest means he makes a pretty good pillow, so use those puppies when you can 👀👀

Smells like a forest, most times. Almost like wild honey, but it’s a very delicate smell. You don’t notice it until your first hug, when you were upset and crying and he pulled you to into his arms so you could hide your face. Now you smell it everywhere he is, in your house, on your bed, even your clothes smell like him. Neither of you say anything, but he slowly begins leaving his soap at your house. Just in case, y’know, if you ever run out.

Other times, when he seems a little more... off, he smells like the beginning to a storm, like ozone and petrichor. Those days he doesn’t speak that much, and keeps you at arms length. He sits quietly and watches your doors and windows with obvious intent, and is gone before morning. You don’t think he even moved from his spot throughout the night, much less slept there. You don’t see him for a few days afterwards.

Usually he remains as still as a log, but sometimes he has fidgeting fits where he twitches and grumbles to himself. Sometimes you’ll even catch him speaking full-on sentences, though they don’t make much sense. Mostly normal out of place stuff, but once you heard him talking about someone called DreamXD, and figured you’d ask him about his oc the next morning.

He has nightmares often too. It’s hard to tell when he’s asleep but he’ll wake up sweating and trembling and lean over you to check you’re still breathing. He won’t ever tell you what they’re about, but it isn’t hard to guess when he buries his nose into your hair and holds you tightly like you might leave him.

If the two of you aren’t sleeping in your house or completely alone, he won’t sleep until you are. Sleep loss doesn’t quite affect him like it does others until after a pretty long time of not doing it, to which he’ll become surlier and more angry until he eventually just clocks out. He wakes up extremely well rested 2 days later and the process repeats. Sleeping at your house is the closest he gets to proper sleeping, and it’s the only time he can ever feel truly relaxed when doing so.

When he can’t fall asleep, he goes straight to watching you. He gently plays with your hair and fiddles with your fingers, relishing in how unmarred and soft they are in comparison to his much rougher, bigger ones. It’s a sure fire way to get him to mellow out and relax, and he finds that sleep ends up coming much quicker.

(Dream wakes up in warmth one night, with rain knocking on window panes instead of what ever shelter he could scrape together and a fire crackling far off. He deduces immediately that he’s in someones house, and it doesn’t take long before he notices the owner, asleep in his lap. 

Your legs are slung over the arm of the padded chair he’s sitting in, a book (one of his own, he acknowledges, an older version of a well known storybook that he has memorized already) loosely held onto in your hands, and your head rests on his shoulder. 

He expects to feel worried soon, the fear of you getting close to him reappearing to ruin another close moment. But it never comes. All he can feel is the safety and comfort you always emanate, driving away his tension and soothing his mind. He closes his eyes, and falls back asleep.)

Techno:

Techno is very very touch starved ^^; While he may not be the only one on this list that is, Techno is definitely the most…. shy about it. He won’t ever directly ask to sleep next to you, and will actively try to avoid that. He’s afraid of making you uncomfortable but also of being close to you in general? It’s an odd mix of emotions, like eating mints and a hot pepper at the same time and then feeling hell fire burn inside of your body. Anytime the two of you have to sleep in the same room as each other, he will immediately offer you the better spot and go find a chair to sleep in, and he won’t accept a no.

The most you can do is make the choice to go sleep next to him. It’ll weird him out a little before becoming overwhelmingly endearing when he processes the fact that you would rather sleep next to him than somewhere more pleasant. When you’re asleep however, he’ll pick you up and move you to the place where he wanted you to be. He’ll drape his massive cape over your body and (after assuring himself six different times that you are in fact asleep) softly press a kiss to the crown of your head. If he runs his thumb over your cheek once, then thats his business.

Later on in your relationship though, after he relaxes and settles a bit, it’s pretty unusual if you don’t fall asleep next to him. He still won’t outright ask for it, but he kinda just hopes that when he starts his nightly routine before bed that you’ll just join him without needing to be asked. Having you there helps him sleep better, you act as both a silencer for the voices and someone to hold close when he’s at his most vulnerable.

When sleeping in bed together, he prefers to pull you close and curl around you in a half pulled fetus position. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, and actively clings on to you when asleep. It's an impressive feat if you can break free from his strong arms while they’re wrapped around your middle, and you leaving inevitably wakes him up. He’ll go searching for you then, barely awake, just to pull you back to bed to be his teddy bear again.

And speaking of the voices, while generally they’re loud and insistent, occupying his mind more than he does at times, their reaction to you baffles him so much. In place of the usual screaming is gentle mumbling, quiet whispers about how nice you look today or how pink and soft your cheeks look. It’s a welcome relief, and no matter how he hard he ignores the fact that he’s wrapped around your finger, he’s glad to know they care for you as much as he does.

He also smells pretty nice, it’s this natural musk he has mixed with a muted minty scent. The mint smell comes from this fancy soap Phil had gotten him a while back that he hadn’t given much thought about until you said something. Techno’s already a clean kind of guy, but after hearing your praises of his smell he almost begs Phil to get him more.

Snores, but in a quiet reserved way. Sometimes he makes soft cute noises, like little happy sounds when you snuggle into him more, or bashful grumbles when you kiss him before bed.

(Sunlight flickers through the blinds of Techno’s room, streaking across your face and waking you from sleep. Sighing quietly, you lift your head a little and stretch as best you can while being held in place at his side, before snuggling back into your spot, fully content to stay there for the rest of the morning. 

As you enjoy the moment, you savor the gentle snores that rumble in his chest, his strong heart thumping beneath your ear, and the way his hand kneads your hip as he wakes. 

‘It’s a good morning to sleep in.’ Your mind says quietly, and with how he rolls over to face you and kiss your forehead, it seems Techno thinks so too.)

Wilbur:

The way Wilbur sleeps really depends on what Wilbur it is.

To start off though, a few general things. He’s a neat sleeper, doesn’t snore, doesn’t move a whole lot, and smells pretty nice too. His smell also came from a fancy soap he got from Phil, but it smelled like sugar and lemons and it was a lot heavier than Techno’s. He would always take showers before bed because he knew you liked how it smelled, and often he would offered to share it with you (so that you would smell like him). Once he was exiled, he didn’t have the liberty of bathing as frequently as he used to, and he stopped using the fancy soap because he thought it felt tainted. He’d end up smelling like stale air and gunpowder, though he’d never tell you what the smell was from.

With sleep, if it’s pre-Pogtopia Wilbur, you get a fairly standard sleeping arrangement of him crawling up into between your legs to flop down on your stomach with a sigh, waiting impatiently for you to get comfortable and curl around him like you usually do. Your hand comes to cradle his head closer to your chest and he nuzzles into your collarbone before falling asleep near immediately. The two of you wake up tangled completely together and immensely comfortable. Wilbur used to sleep in on days like that, quietly savoring the peace that came with you and your generous hands that would slowly brush through his sleep-messed hair. Even after the election, when he starts descending into madness, the memories serve as a final comfort to him.

Post-Pogtopia Wilbur (Vilbur, if you will) is a stark contrast to his old self. He’s more bitter, more reserved, and even more paranoid. He doesn’t sleep with you anymore, at least never consistently, and the only times he does is when he’s so emotionally fraught that he passes out from the stress and lack of sleep midway through you trying to calm him down. You usually end up just kind of holding him close, praying that when he wakes up you can settle him before he works himself up again. You fall asleep like that, tired and restless.

(He rouses from sleep a few hours later, curled up in your arms and still exhausted from the breakdown. Your chest rises and falls slowly behind him, face smushed into his hair and completely relaxed. 

For a moment, all is calm again. He can pretend that it’s just how it used to be before the election had happened, that the two of you are back at home, happy and stable. 

His hands tremble when they reach for yours, and he grants himself the freedom to cry while you’re still sleeping, ignoring the fact that the next day will be just like the last, and that nothing has changed.)

See you next time :D

[goddess-pan]

Tailor!Reader in Dream SMP

Dsmp x reader prompt; Tailor!Reader in Dream SMP. Credit would be appreciated so more people can find this and make their own things based on it.

Can fully be read as platonic. GN!reader with they/them pronounce as a placeholder so anyone can adapt it however they want. Both general and character specific parts included.

Characters who have a lot written for/about; Eret, Ranboo, Foolish, Tommy, Technoblade, Philza and Michael. Mentioned; Tubbo, Sam Nook, Purpled and Foolish Jr.

This ended up being super long so I’m putting it under the cut in order not to clutter people’s pages. My personal favourite part is Phil’s and Techno’s part. These could be read as headcanons but are still available as a prompt(s) to use for anyone.

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The reader joining after the doomsday as a time frame in my mind.

The reader helping people patch up their current clothes since most of it got pretty banged up during the doomsday, and it's not like they can just go get a new outfit since quite a few people had just lost all their belongings and only had the clothes on their back. So at first prioritizing helping patch up the current clothing people were wearing and then moving on to making some simple fast to make and easy on the resources clothes for people. Just like basic shirts and shorts/pants, nothing fancy. Then when everyone has at least a couple of different clothes to change to and from starting their own business to sell people more if they wanted. However waving payment if they brought them the materials and what they wanted wasn't overly complicated.

People at first thinking they are just some chump who knows basic sewing or something. A very kind chump, but still a chump. So imagine their surprise when one day they are just walking by the reader's now established tailors and they see these absolutely stunning designs displayed at the windows. 

Just like their reactions seeing these beautiful designs they can't help but stare at. I'd imagine some of them just doing a double take when they walk by, someone pressing their face up to the glass trying to see it closer, the braver ones going inside and talking to the reader about their designs and the more anxious and/or shy ones only going inside when the reader isn't there to look at designs closer. 

And the reasons they like/are amazed by the designs vary also ! Some just have monkey brain that goes "Pretty. WANT", some who just love the colour and art of the pieces, some who imagine how epic this design or others would look on them, some who love the fashion aspect of it and of course the very small portion who actually know anything about tailoring/sewing and the amount of work that goes into making something intricate.

Some specific character/group interactions I thought of;

Making warm well insulated clothes for people moving to Snowchester so they don't freeze. +A warm cape for Ranboo for the same reason.

Eret being one of the firsts (if not the first) to get himself a fully tailored and customized outfit. Them also being the first and very possibly only person to get a dress or a skirt since most of the other people on the server prefer to wear pants (excluding maid dresses which people might get as joke). The reader crying in joy for getting to design something different for once. And hey if the reader ends up making a few extra ones that she didn't order, but decided to give her anyway it was all just some extra ones they had lying around, never mind the fact that the dresses/skirts are perfectly tailored for Eret and are her style. Just a coincidence, nothing suspicious there. Eret also models for the reader and once he even convinced them to hold a fashion show to showcase some of their work to the whole server. Of course he was the main model presenting the outfits.

At start of the reader beginning to display their designs at their shop Ranboo sees a really cool looking suit on display and his brain just goes "Want." He probably wouldn't be able to buy anything pre-made and be comfortable in it due to his physique. And him having just moved into the arctic and only starting to get settled in, he doesn't have comfortable enough funds for him to get something as expensive as a custom tailored suit AND have enough for any possible rent that he might be required to pay. 

Eventually when he gets richer he starts considering getting one but the anxious side of him always ends up winning and he doesn't. However once he finally gets the courage to go commission the suit for himself he doesn't regret it at all. The reader did their best to not overwhelm him and to make it the best possible experience. Just imagining the absolute joy he would feel for having a properly fitting suit that's made just for him, not too short sleeves nor too wide torso and shoulders, just perfect. If he ends up ordering a couple more suits that's between him and the reader. He actually ends up probably being their most frequent and reliable customer.

And we should all know why that is, but let me clarify just in case; Michael.

The reader basically becoming Michael's personal stylist (/hj) . Not only does Ranboo buy a god awful amount of clothes for Michael, the reader also makes some free ones for him. The free ones are things the reader felt like designing since they absolutely adore Michael and the ones Ranboo pays for are commissioned by him. Michael absolutely has the biggest wardrobe in the whole server. The reader learning how to make plushies so Michael could have some more toys, this learning experience including learning to crochet and knit to see what he like best.

Using their newly acquired plush making skills, the reader starts their quest to make some plushies for others after seeing people stare at the plushies wistfully either while they were working on them or seeing Michael with the plushies. People who got them include the minors, their close friends and basically anyone they thought might benefit from them. Some of the ones they made (that I could think of);

Of course a bee for Tubbo, but also throwing in a little ram one as well

Ranboo gets a grass block plush/pillow

Tommy gets a cobblestone block plush and a cow plush. He also later receives a Sam Nook plush while he's working on the hotel

Purpled getting two different sized ufos, one to hold and the other more of a big pillow

Eret definitely gets a flamingo plush

Foolish gets a totem and a gold block plushies

Phil gets crow plush as well these tiny fake coin and gem plushies (the latter causes problems for him which I'll expand upon later)

Techno gets a pig one as well as polar bear one

Back to the individual/group part

The reader just chilling w/ Foolish as a fellow artists. Them talking about both their arts and catching up every time the reader comes to deliver something to Snowchester when Foolish is building the mansion. Just two pretty peaceful artists talking about their passions. I’d imagine Foolish and the reader could relate to each other and their place in the server due to their similar hobbies/jobs as well as their similar time of joining the server. Foolish's first commission from them being an intricate blanket for Foolish Jr so he could have a more comfortable resting place. He may or may not end up receiving that and several other (though less intricate) blankets as well as a tiny shark plush to give to Foolish Jr. Later on when the reader gets better at either knitting or crocheting they end up making a tiny shark jumper with a hood for Foolish Jr as well. Foolish would definitely cry when he sees his tiny shark baby. Any commissions of clothes for himself tend to always take some time due to sheer amount of work needing to be done due to his size so he always makes sure the reader doesn’t already have a lot on their plate and that they know he’s fine with waiting if they need to take a break from it.

Then there's Tommy, who they sometimes teach more about sewing since he already knows some basics. Him probably being the first person aside from Michael they make a plush for, due to him demanding one once he saw the reader making them. Then proceeding to get three plushies in rapid succession. The first being the cobblestone, the second being the cow and the third one being the Sam Nook one. He ends up losing one of them during the prison fiasco and when the reader asks if he'd like a new one they only get the answer of "Don't want to think about what happened and the same one might make me do that". He then promptly receives new clothing (so he isn't wearing the same ones he was wearing in prison) and some extra blankets (for comfort) from the reader. 

After Tommy meeting Michael does he use him to scam the reader to make them matching outfits for free? Yes, yes he does. Does it work? Yes, yes it does. Are they bothered by it? Not really, they look adorable in their matching outfits.

The reader being the source for Sam Nook's construction gear/clothes or at least the original patterns for them.

And then there's the arctic boys (minus Ranboo, who will still get mentioned) who are an interesting bunch clothing wise. The first one to commission the reader out of them would be Phil who got the original warm cape for Ranboo but also at the same time commissioned one for himself that would include slits for his wings. Eventually getting to design clothing for him which is always an exciting challenge with his wings. And when Phil finally manages to convince Techno to get something made for himself as well, Techno almost immediately gets addicted to having high quality clothing when they finish their first piece for him. The fun the reader has designing clothes for these boys is immeasurable with their different styles and needs in the clothing. Aside from clothing Techno also commissions them for a pet bed for Steve. 

When the boys got their plushies it was adorable but also a very chaotic. Techno giving his pig one to Steve so he wouldn't miss him when he was away from home, but also bringing the polar bear one with him when he couldn't or wasn't allowed to bring Steve with him but still needed comfort. While on Phil's side of things; he was showing his crows the crow plushie joking about he'll replace them if they aren't careful however he made the mistake of showing them the tiny coin and gem plushies as well. I want you to imagine hundreds of crows descending upon this poor fool of a man in the background while the reader is walking away hoping they like their plushies. 

The war that ensued the couple following days amongst the crows starts to cool down but the bickering doesn't, every waking moment Phil can feel eyes on him and one or more of the crows coming to complain about the others having had the shiny plushies for too long. He quickly caves under the pressure and commissions more of the tiny shiny treasure plushies. And by more I mean a lot more. 

When he finally has enough of the things he goes around distributing them to the crows. Finally a moment of peace, but he still feels like something is staring at him occasionally. Deciding to ignore it since it's finally quiet he goes to makes himself a cup of tea and while waiting for the water to boil he fishes out the few shiny plushies he had saved for himself. The second he does he feels eyes burning into him and now that it's quiet he hears it, quiet muffled snuffles and snorts of discontent. Then he sees what ‘it’ is, it's Techno behind the window looking at the shinies in his hand with such intensity Phil fears for his life (/hj). Phil just sighs deeply before walking over to the window and opening it. For a second Techno looks like a deer in headlights before returning to intensely staring at the shinies in Phil's hand before Phil just dumps the shiny plushies into Techno's hand and closes the window. Happy piglin noises can be heard outside while Phil debates the pros (getting to have shinies himself) and cons (the embarrassment of having to commission even more of the shiny plushies than he already has) of getting new ones from the reader. And in all this the reader has no idea the amount of chaos they inadvertently caused.

And finally; Techno commissioning robes/cloaks for whole the Syndicate to wear in their meetings, because he’s dramatic like that. But since he’s a thoughtful guy, he wants them all to fit the members well and not be uncomfortable to wear so he gets everyone’s measurements. Once he has them all he goes to the reader with the order for the robes, he has all the measurements written down under just Person 1, Person 2 etc. to keep their anonymity and when asked what the robes are for he just tells the reader it’s a book club. When he gets them all and the reader asks no further questions he thinks he’s gotten away with getting some cool robes for the Syndicate with their secrets safe. Little does he know the reader actually now knows all the members in the Syndicate since they can just reference the gotten measurements with everyone’s measurements written down from previous work done by them. Whether the reader thinks it’s some weird cult they all are a part of or just an actual book club people are too embarrassed to admit they are in, is up to interpretation. 

[caffeinatedpen]

Dating Game

Pick a bouquet and get a date.

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