#dsmpfic

[tomzoart]

hmmm passerine i rlly wish i could read you for the first time again

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

Techno jolted awake at the knock on his window, scrambling to roll it down, already babbling, "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry- I'll go, just- don't call the cops on me, please-"

And- oh. The person in front of him wasn't angry, or armed, the man's brows raised in surprise. "Nah, why would I call the cops on you? You're just sleeping out here, mate, you're not hurting anything."

Techno blinked lamely. "Why are you British?"

Ah, eloquent.

The man laughed heartily, covering his mouth with a hand until he regained his composure. "Y'know, mate, I ask myself that, too, sometimes. One of life's big questions, truly."

Techno nodded, still disoriented. Why was this guy being nice? About him trespassing? "Yeah, I'll, um- I'll just get going, sorry to bother-"

The guy shook his head before Techno could open the door. "Nah, nah, it's fine, you don't gotta leave. You just need a place to sleep, yeah?"

"I don't.. think the owner would be alright with that," Techno scratched the back of his neck, slapping at his shoulder when the feeling of bugs crawling across his skin flared up.

The guy startled, but only grinned. "I mean, you're lookin' at him, and I feel pretty alright with you staying here for the night."

"Ah. I-I mean, you don't- I mean, you don't really look- I'll stop talking now." Techno felt a little dumb, who else would be out here this late at a morgue of all places if they didn't own it?

The grin never wavered. "Yeah, I get that a good amount, actually. Most morticians either dress like vampires, or look like they're one wrong step from the grave themselves." He laughed. "But yup, my morgue."

"That makes- that makes sense." Techno nodded. "Uh- how much? Would you like?"

He looked surprised. "What, paying me to sleep in my parking lot? I know there's some shitty landlords out there, but that seems like a new low." The guy shrugged. "Not like I'm using it, and I dunno what you'd break in for- To steal the corpses?" He snickered. "You don't gotta pay me, mate."

Techno felt awkward, tensed, with his shoulders practically up to his ears, like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar- but instead of being scolded, he was being handed a cookie. This wasn't how the script went. "I- uh- thanks." He nodded stiffly.

"And, uh- here, how about this-" The guy fished out a stack of sticky notes and a pen from his jacket pocket, clicking it open and scribbling for a few seconds against the side of Techno's beat up car, before handing the note to Techno. "I'm Phil, that's my number- Any cops come up to bother you, you tell them to call that, and I'll give 'em a few polite words, eh?" Phil winked.

Techno nodded, taking the paper from him. "Uh, yeah, thanks, thank you."

Phil patted the door, nodding. "Well, you be safe, alright? Don't get murdered or anything- don't want to be working with you tomorrow morning." And although he laughed, it seemed like a good-natured sentiment.

"Yeah, I'll, um- I'll keep an eye out for anyone with knives or something." Techno's retort felt lame in his own mouth, cringing at the entire interaction. "Well, uh, goodnight."

[beansfrombeans]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The guests move through the hall and across to the dance floor. Eret and Hannah, Foolish and Hbomb, Sam and George surround her, and when Fundy puts a record in the jukebox, they split off into partnered pairs across the room. Puffy watches from the middle while her friends all find their footing. And then there’s Niki, emerging from the throng, a little hesitant but smiling nonetheless. (Before the curtains come down on the Red Banquet, Puffy and Niki get a little time to dance.)

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(written for day six of @mcyt-yuri-week! reblogs appreciated :D)

[louscartridge]

Hiiiiii!!!! Can you write Ranboo x reader who is feminine presenting and nonbinary, maybe someone tells them that they aren’t actually nonbinary because they’re “to feminine”???

It’s cool if not, ur super talented!

a/n- sorry this took a bit i kinda forgot i write LMAO idrk if i like this espesially the end but i used something that happend to me to make this so idk BUT TYSM I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit

cw- your friend being an ass and drunk, slight overthinking, comfort, fluff, lower case intended.

youve been on facetime with your friend for a few hours now. she got drunk and you decided to stay on facetime with her to make sure she doesnt do anything stupid. its been comfortable silence for a bit, you both doing your own thing.

“are you a girl?” she suddenly said.

“w-what?” you asked shocked.

“i thought you were nonbinary?”

“i am”

“then why do you look like a girl?”

you dont answer for a few seconds, many thoughts going through your head. ‘shes just drunk’ ‘she doesnt know what shes saying’

after mumbling a ‘i dont know’ you turn your wifi off and watch your screen say ‘poor connection’ for a few seconds before you hang up. you get up from the chair you were sitting on in the kitchen with a sigh and slowly head to ranboos room. 

opening the door to ranboos room and see him on his gaming chair. he doesnt have his mask on tho so you know hes not streaming. 

“ran?” you ask carefully 

at the sound of your voice, he quickly turns around in his chair with a cheerful hum. however, his cheerful mood quickly drops when he hears your question. 

“do you see me as a girl?” 

“what?” 

“do you view of me as a girl?”

“im confused”

“like are you with me because im a ‘girl’. do you think of me as a girl?” 

“what? no! im with you because your you.” ranboo responds pulling you onto his chair with him. “im with you as you are and your gender doesnt change anything” he continues reassuringly. 

“so youd still love me even if i wasent as feminine?” you overthink.

“of couse i would” he confirms kissing the top of your head.

after a little bit you found yourself on the bed sitting in-beteween his legs, his arms wrapped around you watching your favorite show.  

“hey ran?” you ask breaking the lack of you two talking. 

“yeah love?” he replies. 

“i love you.” you say looking up at him. “and thank you for everything” you say with a gentile and tired smile.

“i love you too” he hummed kissing you. “and you dont have to thank me. ill always be here for you for anything no matter what.” 

“ill always be here for you too ranboo” you say snuggling even more into him.

[supremekingofsalvation]

imagine Techno like going to check on his cow or smth and he hears Tommy ringing the Prime Bell or he sees his name tag and so mines down and finds Dnret and he sees Tommy and just looks at him with his barely blue eyes and the bags under it are as black as coal, and his torn up shirt and ripped pants, and he looks so different.

But he really doesn't, because he's still the Tommyinnit who's reckless enough to live in a base below one of your worst enemy, and is still farming for primes and he's preparing to fight. And his eyes aren't as blue anymore, but they still burn as bright as the first time Techno saw them.

And he asks what's happened to him, and discovers Dream's manipulation and lies and just how bad Tommy's mental health was.

And when he hears that Tommy made that one block tower and looked down unto his last home, once more destroyed, and how he almost lost his last life

he almost jumped.

his baby brother almost jumped.

Suddenly, the fact that Tommy has stolen and kinda vandalized his house don't matter anymore. So Techno invites him upstairs, he gives him a proper room.

Tommy is still skeptical, this is the fucking bastard who killed Tubbo and destroyed his home. But well, L'Manburg isn't his home anymore, is it? And Tubbo doesn't care anymore, does he?

So who is he to refuse shelter and free food?

Imagine when Philza founds him.

He's probably visiting Techno's house, checking the bee farm works, checking on the turtles. He hears loud boisterous laughter from inside and runs, because he is so, so sure that is not Techno's laugh.

And when he enters the house he sees Tommy, red on the face, wheezing at something and Techno is sitting across him with a small smile playing on his mouth. He's confused, of course, but he can't help how his eyes go soft and a wide grin breaks in his face.

It's just been so long since he's seen his family like that, and he's missed Tommy so much.

So he walks forward and his heart melts a little more when Tommy also looks at him and yells the loudest, happiest "Phil!" he's heard since he took him in.

And he just hugs him, and he's still so confused because Tommy is supposed to be 2000 blocks away and being watched by Dream, so how the hell is he here?, and Tommy's eyes are a little less blue than normal and he has bags under them, they're not that prominent, but they're still there, and he's so so worried.

But Tommy is hugging him like it's the last time they're gonna see each other, clinging to his cape like Phil is gonna disappear, face buried on his neck and his shoulder feels wet and.. is Tommy shakin-? oh, oh he's crying

So he shuts up and clings to him just as desperately, both their knees failing below them and they hit the ground, still hugging each other, until Tommy falls asleep from exhaustion.

Imagine late at night when Tommy is fast asleep, Phil and Techno are downstairs, talking about what's happened.

And if Phil's eyes go dark in fury and Techno's fist tightens on the sword handle and they talk about blood and murder and the new rising of a long lost Empire, planning on including a new member on it's ranks.

Well, then Tommy doesn't need to know.

[kinanyann]

They’re platonic soulmates your honor.

Also the author really know how to break ClingyDuo enjoyers ueueue

[spoiler]

"So if you're going to blow something or kill someone- just fucking kill me and get it over with."

“I will never stop trying to get you back. I love you Tommy and I'll never let that go."

Fic: Rewind by @a-non-ymouswriter​

[crow-aka-mortem]

Hey weenie boy. Its ya beta reader coming in to say ur pog and also plz stab tommy 23 times <3

HW DARE YOU CAL LME THATG

but okay i will !tommy needs it for where he's going next :) also only because yo u called me pog and i need the

[supremekingofsalvation]

just thought I'd pass by to say the new Achilles, Come Down is almost finished, I'm procrastinating one conversation I really don't know how to go on about honestly

I'm being hurt by my own fic