sure thing, anon! i did a short one-shot for this, if that's ok! fun fact: the google doc name for this is "bunnyblade and the big, not-so-bad, wolf". hope you're having a good day!!
OSMP TECHNOBLADE AND WOLF READER
Type - One-shot
Platonic
Origins SMP
Note - This involves the OSMP character only. Also this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind :]
Warnings - N/A
Word Count - 947
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You stalk amongst the low, apple-burdened branches of the orchard trees. The shade lets you cool down from the sweltering summer heat, beating down in a shimmering haze. You keep yourself low as you move listlessly between the trees, ears pricked warily. If one were to see you like this, they'd think you were dangerous- stalking prey. In truth, you were more like a sheep in wolf's clothing. Your wolf hybrid lineage passed onto you heightened senses, as well as wolf ears and a tail, and sharp teeth fit for eating meat. You were more than your frightening appearance however- a kindly forager who enjoyed dark furs, the smell of pine trees, and cooking. You only hunted when you needed to- arrows piercing through the air to fire upon a stray buck or an unsuspecting rabbit.
Unsuspecting rabbit, your mind echoed. You watched through the foliage as Technoblade- the bunny hybrid-turned-farmer- dug his trowel into the dirt. He sprinkled carrot seeds into a row of shallow holes, set on planting and nothing else. Off to his side, a basket of carrots. A bountiful harvest. He turned his back to you, bending down to place dirt back over the seeds. You inched closer, ever curious. While you've never formally interacted with the bunny hybrid, you admired his diligence to his work. He seemed to enjoy it, even, looking proudly upon the rows of newly planted carrots. You've never been a farmer- disinterest in vegetables and most fruits lended to that. However, that didn't mean you weren't interested in how exactly the process happened. Technoblade seems to take to farming as easy as breathing. Like it was his whole life. You guessed it was- you'd come by a few times and he was always there, planting carrots.
You didn't want to seem creepy, snooping around- not at all! You were simply just too shy and awkward to approach. The farmer seemed so absorbed in his work, you didn't want to bother him. Still, curiosity tempts the cat- or the wolf, technically- and the cat gives in to curiosity.
One more step, and a branch shudders and snaps underfoot. It makes you pause, shoulders tensing up to your chin. Technoblade stills, caught in the motion of digging. His ears twitch and swivel, trying to capture the source of the noise. You hold your breath, suddenly anxious. You shouldn't be afraid- you know you really have no reason to- but you are. After all, you're about to be caught sneaking around Technoblade's farm!
He half turns, eyeing the tree line. "I know you're there," he says, steady voice breaking the silence. Sheepishly, you step out of the shade and into the sun.
"Hello," you greet, voice hushed and warbling, "sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I was just, ah, watching you work!" You're sweating because of the heat. Totally.
Technoblade gives you a dubious look, one eyebrow raising. It's like he can see right through you!
"I don't- I mean-" You scramble to save yourself from your own awkwardness, "I really like your work ethic! It's admirable! And I was interested in learning how to farm." That's not necessarily true, but if it would get you in his good graces, then you were going to ride this train to the end.
He turns to you fully, tugging at the straw hat atop his head. Your eyes connect and— wow, his eyes are intense. You find yourself unable to look away as he mulls over your words, rocking his weight on one leg. His hands and knees are muddied with dirt, appropriate for a farmer. He wipes one hand on his overalls, using it to tap his chin in thought.
"Hrmm… well, I suppose that's not such a bad compliment. But flattery isn't gettin' you anywhere, 'specially if you want any of these carrots." He looks possessively back at his carrots, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Huh?" You blurt out. Your hands move on their own, defensively coming up and waving around. "Nnoo, no, no! Really, I do admire your work. And– and…" You trail off.
"And?" The bunny hybrid prompts.
"And I think you're the best farmer– ever–! I want to learn from you!" You exclaim.
Technoblade looks at you. And laughs.
It's this low, rumbling chuckle that crescendos into a near cackle. You're left stupefied as he thumps his foot on the ground, getting all the giggles out.
When he's finally done, he looks up at you, a half-smile on his lips. "'Course I'm the best farmer ever," he says, "I'm one of the only farmers around. Nobody's got me beat when it comes to farming. But… If you really wanna learn…"
Techno walks over to a basket full of carrots, still sprinkled with dirt, fresh from the ground. He plucks one out, breaks off a half, and proffers it to you.
"Consider this my metaphorical olive branch," he rumbles. His eyes, you notice, are a carmine red made vibrant in the light of the sun. "Show of good will an' all. I'll teach you, and you stop snoopin' around here."
You take it, slowly, hesitantly, turning it over in your hand. Just a regular old carrot.
• You hadn't been in the neighborhood for long. In fact, you hadn't originally planned to be in the neighborhood at all, instead following a route that surpassed it completely. But all of that quickly changed once a floating hat with the voice of an invisible man greeted you excitedly, apparently very pleaded and surprised to meet someone new on a supply run
• From them on, you had been dragged by the arm onto a strange village; the invisible stranger you'd met turning out to be a rather handsome and good spirited phantom named Wilbur—whom of which wasted no time showing you around
• "Sorry about er basically abducting you by the way. We uh, don't get a lot of visitors, and I wanted to make sure I introduced you to the Pube—I mean Pub before my little brother found you." The hybrid laughed a little, face now visible with the passing of daytime. It was a soft purplish blue color that reminded you of stargazing on a hill
• You just shrugged and adjusted the bag full of belongings of your back uncomfortably before choosing your next words
• "It's not that big of a deal. You're nice enough and it's not like I really had a set destination, so honestly this is better than whatever tree I was gonna spend tonight setting up camp under." You said, being honest with him
• Wilbur seemed to like that answer, once again wrapping an arm around your shoulder and practically dragging you alongside him
• "Come on stranger." He grinned, looking down at your face. "You have lots of new faces to meet!"
• He certantly wasn't lying. You were quickly taken from a dusty forest path to a homey looking village. Which, you noted, had a building floating high up in the air with two elevators leading to it. You barely had time to read the 'Wet' and 'Dry' signs on them before being shoved in the one without water
• You were given a thorough tour of the Pub and all its wonderfully inclusive details. At least, you had been until a blur of yellow and red divebombed your vision
• The air was quickly knocked out of your lungs as you were tackled to the ground, barely able to hear as Wilbur called out in distress at someone
• "Rescued you Wilbah!" A voice grinned from above you. "Big man Tommy to save the day, hah!"
• The weight on your chest was lifted moments after as Wilbur scurried over, lifting whoever had decided to attack you into the air with a glare
• As soon as you were able to stand again, you got a better look at the person who had so violently knocked you to the ground. It was no mistaking that he was Wilburs younger brother that he had mentioned earlier—even if the youngers' golden locks differed from Wilburs' deep chestnut ones
• Safe to say Tommy, as you learned his name to be, got a kick in the shin for his behavior before apologizing and going to shake your hand with such vigor the motion became but a blur
• You liked him immediately
• "You know—" Wilbur said your name with a crooked smile, talking over Tommy's rambling in the background as he quizzed you over everything and anything, "—if you'd like, we have a nice spot right by a friend of mines hut that'd be perfect for a house. I know you said you were traveling, but it couldn't hurt to kick up your feet for a while."
• Maybe it was the charismatic nature of the phantom that had found you, the way Tommy was currently rustling through your bag with a mischievous grin, or the prospect of meeting even more people like them that had you not even hesitating to respond
• "I think I'm gonna like it here, Wilbur." Was all you said, kicking off a new chapter of your life that you couldn't help but want to unearth
Are you okay with writing headcannons? (Very new to asking /requesting). Okay so, Origins smp headcannon: C!Philza x tall arachnid reader. (Platonic only) Context: Arachnid reader just moved into the smp and is a neighbor. What would meeting C!Philza (elytrian) be like? [ If you don’t want to write this, it’s okay. Kind of not sure how requests are formatted. :D]
ORIGINS PHILZA
an old man has to try and stop the crows from eating his child his friend they’re hungry
-oh? someone new is coming? great! phil was informed by a number of crows and decides to check him out himself. fortunately you live just close by.
-he continues to try hushing the crows, not noticing you oped the door with one of your arms. you cough, gaining his attention and he’s shocked, an insect as his neighbor? birds were known to eat all sorts of them.
-but he wasn’t worried about himself or the avian trio, he was worried about chat.
-luckily they immediately loved you! several of them leaving phil’s side to go on your head or shoulders.
-you giggles, using your bottom arms to pet them.
-“it’s nice to meet you. i’m (n)”
and that was the start.
-he would show you all around the place. letting you meet everyone, group by group though if you were nervous. turns out you already knew scott and wilbur since both of them met you before he did. with that knowledge phil let them introduce you to everyone with him. he also found it funny how you were taller than everyone else
-as the days go by he felt like a proud that watching you get more comfortable with all the other members.
-soon enough both of you would go on adventures. whether mining in the deep caves or fighting zombies in the far forests. it would also be small picnics with the both of you on the less snowy mountains, enjoying whatever the hell you both want.
-it then became a thing for the both of you to have days together. sometimes other members would tag along if you were that bored.
-he became your official father figure, hell, he may have favored you over techno.
[For those who don't know, Isekai refers to a person from our real world getting transported into a fantasy world]
Not requested, hurt comfort: No romance, but I'm open to write that eventually. This was an older string of asks that I absolutely loved. So here we have a collection of thoughts about it. Some mine, most not. I wanted to try to add everyone, but it felt like they were shoehorned in so a few people got cut out. Tw: Reader is injured, descriptions of poison/illness, talk of the possibility of readers death, homesickness. Strap in folks this is gonna be a longer one.
What the hell what the hell what the hell what the- Where are you? How did you get here? Why does this teenager have feathers???
Needless to say, you had alot of questions.
At least this kid, who introduced himself as Tommy, could answer some of them.
Okay, so you're in a fantasy land (likely a dangerous one if your knowledge of the genre had anything to say) and everyone here is a hybrid of some sort.
Tommy himself was very quick to proudly inform you of his own abilities.
He seemed very happy that you acknowledged his speed and gliding as something exceptional.
Well, if all else goes wrong, at least you've endeared yourself to one person- or uh, this one avian.
Then he wanted to know what kind of hybrid you were. Practically circling around you in search of any telling clues.
Okay, new fact unlocked: Humans aren't a thing here.
Tommy didn't even believe that someone without powers could exist.
Well, he did for all of four seconds before he came to the probably reasonable conclusion that someone without powers is the least weird thing he's seen this week.
After your chat Tommy offered to show you around and introduce you to the others.
More people means more answers. And hopefully, a way home. So you were keen on accepting his invitation.
Meeting everyone else didn't go as smoothly as meeting Tommy.
Apparently poking fun at someone's lack of useful powers was a common pass time. And Tommy, with his only claim to fame being a softer and slower fall, was often a recipient of these heckles.
And now they someone with absolutely nothing. At first you could understand the humor in it, but it got old real fast.
They seemed like decent people. You hadn't interacted with them much, but it didn't take much to start getting ticked off.
Thankfully, you could rant to Tommy about it. As he was able to fully sympathize with your situation. The heckling part anyways.
During one day, when your mood was particularly done with it all. You completely chewed them out about it.
It seemed that you got through to them. They backed off and even apologized to you and Tommy. Looks like you earned their respect! Hurray!
Turns out that earning their respect ment that you were to be officially accepted into the group.
Yeah, you're starting to think that being accepted is worse than the jokes.
Unsurprisingly, they had some aggressive hazing rituals.
Very aggressive.
Like, "you're starting to worry that they're trying to kill you" aggressive.
...Are they trying to kill you?
No- no they are definitely trying to kill you.
You were familiar with the fact that they had infinite lives. You had gotten use to that over the two or three weeks you had been there.
But you never made them understand that you only had one. After all, the plan was still "Find out how to leave and leave as soon as possible." You hadn't felt the need to tell them too much about your story. Even Tommy was only half listening when you told him.
Now they didn't believe you. They thought you were just trying to get out of it. To be fair it would seem like a very foreign concept to them.
The bee hybrid, Tubbo, was one of the most adamant about the hazing tradition.
Which on it's own wouldn't have ment much to you, but that would be dismissing an important fact that you very much cared about.
He poisons the things he attacked.
Even if you aren't very allergic to bee venom, the amount that a human sized sting would inject is surly enough for you to want nothing to do with it. Attempted murder or not.
You did your best to fend him off for a day or so. Likely gaining some extra recognition for yourself, meaning that he just got more determined to be the cause of your first (And unknowingly, only) recorded death.
It was only a matter of time before he did more than nick the iron armor you scrounged up for yourself.
And when the poison sunk in? Suddenly your screams of only having one life had alot more legitimacy.
Tubbo only knew his world's version of poison. Deadly and painful yes, but fast coming and fast leaving. Rarely killing its victim.
This was very, very different. Frankly other worldly and disturbing. How the sting site grew, swollen red and plainly horrifying.
He stood there for a good few minutes, not believing what was happening. Watching as the mark of his attack refused to leave.
You weren't lying. You really aren't from here. Your body really does work differently. You really do have one life.
Tubbo was quick to tell everybody what had happened. As if you couldn't get more strange, now you were the biggest concern around.
You could die permanently from the smallest mistake. Be it yours or theirs. Something had to be done to keep you as safe as possible.
But future plans aside, you needed help now. You were still out of commission. Sadly, you were right, a sting of that size is truly miserable.
Along with the pain that moving your arm caused, you felt sick. Body racked with nausea and dizziness in its attempts to get the poison out of your system.
You refused to leave the tiny shack you made on the outskirts of their developments. After Tubbo's reaction you correctly assumed that you didn't have to worry about the hunt anymore.
Soon though, people started to visit you. Not out of murderous intent, but concern.
They may not know how to deal with this kind of situation, but you do. And at the very least they can listen and fulfill your requests. If nothing else, take it as the real apology for the crap you're going through.
Rather it was stew, clean drinking water, or ice water and some cloth to put on the sting, they needed to make sure that you would make it through this.
Most of them also wanted to keep you company. After all, now that your story has been proven true they had just as many questions as you did.
You entertained them and accepted their silent invitations to form some kind of friendship.
However, during your recovery phase you noticed that the offending bee hybrid hadn't once stopped by.
You had a feeling you knew why, and a quick inquiry of Ranboo, an "Enderian" who Tommy had confirmed was nearly as close to Tubbo as he was, validated your belief.
He was overcome with guilt. According to the End's Prince, he was doing absolutely anything to avoid even talking about you.
Maybe he thought that you hated him, maybe he thought that he might hurt you again. Whatever the reason you wanted to prove him wrong.
If you're going to be stuck here for a while, (as the slump in your "research" implied) you should do your best to be on good terms with everyone. Especially now that they were dedicated to being your key to safety.
Eventually you manged to get Tommy and Ranboo to pester him enough on your behalf to get him to visit.
At this point the sting and subsequently, your extra symptoms, had drastically improved. A great peice of evidence that you held no ill will towards him.
The talk proved effective. You were able to squash some of his worse anxieties and he was able to get his conscience cleared. As well as prove that even if he did accidentally sting you again, that you would be fine given enough time.
As your recovery reached its conclusion you were excited to get free and moving about again. Especially now that you had a solid place in the group.
Yeah those safety plans had other ideas.
It was a bit of whiplash. But now that they had realized how incredibly fragile you were they were taking no risks from this point forward.
For one, your dinky hand-made iron armor was simply not going to cut it. A race had started to get you the best suit their world could provide. Enchanted netherite.
Apparently a full scale mining operation had begun, with everyone forking over any diamonds to make it.
The concept of an whole set of armor made entirely of pure diamond sounded unreal to you.
Jack, a Blazeborn who you mostly knew by association to the teenage trio, was in charge of digging up his home dimension for the actual netherite. A material that had to be explained to you by the others.
Last but not least: Ranboo, along with Philza, Tommy's elytrian father who was always kinder to you than the others, probably due to your friendship with his son, and Wilbur, a phantom who while not hurting you- certainly got a kick out of scaring you, were tasked with getting the enchanted books needed to make the armor the best it could possibly be.
You were only mildly surprised that magical books and enchantments are a fact of life here.
In the meantime you were not leaving your house during the day without at least two people acting as bodyguards. And you certainly weren't leaving at night, period.
Most of the time, Tommy and Tubbo took that role while everyone else focused on making your armor.
One of the first orders of business was to get you some dogs. Not so much as for company but as an extra layer of defense, especially if you're caught alone for some reason.
While your new army could help you in some cases, they were far from full proof. And with your armor still under construction everyone still took any sort of threat seriously.
Which you have realized, included one member in particular. Scott.
Dispite the fact that a starborne is arguably the most intriguing species, being made of stars ment that he also died with all the force of a human sized supernova.
It felt like no one let him within looking distance of you. Let alone let you have the chance for a chat.
As much as you felt like everyone was overreacting a little, (you had been just fine your first weeks all by yourself, thank you very much) you had to admit that they did do a good job making you feel like all the unfamiliar dangers of this world were miles away.
Now that your armor is done and ready to be donned by you, all the better. You still get to feel untouchable, and you get some extra freedom without everyone completely panicking.
You even finally got to talk to Scott without everyone in a mile radius having a heart attack.
And on a more general scale, you could be your own person again.
Sort of. They still kept a close, protective eye on you. And you were no stranger to the earful you got whenever you left your house without the armor and a few dogs.
Still, it was more than you had before. That was good enough for you.
With your newfound wiggle room you were still primarly thinking of two big questions. Why are you here in the first place? And how do you get back home?
Since you had gotten close to most of the folk here, you felt comfortable sharing your case.
But more so, you were desperate for some kind of lead. A few words in an old book that they knew, a broken artifact that one of them hoarded, something, anything that could point you in any sort of direction.
The more you talked, the more hopeless it seemed. This world was full of magic, but apparently not the kind that could send someone to one that doesn't contain magic.
You started to feel as hopeless as your research.
You had wanted to go home this entire time of course, but with these recent dead ends? It really started to weigh down on you.
You were chronically homesick.
But things were a little different now, you had people. Friends who could and wanted to support you. Friends who could on some levels relate to your anguish.
On the more lighthearted scale, you and Ranboo found yourselves going back and forth on all the luxuries you wanted so badly to indulge in again.
The prince would sigh about a palace filled with people to obey his every whim, and in turn you would talk about all the technological convinces a middle class person your age had access to.
Jack may be able to visit his home whenever he wants, but he still lives away from it. Together you talk about the little things from your dimensions you miss.
For him, it's the comforting him red haze. The uniform dense heat and sounds of crackling fire and bubbling lava. For you it's the song birds welcoming a morning, the yellow glow of your old light bulbs, the smell of the soaps and shampoos you used.
And on the most emotional side of things. Scott may be able to relate to your situation the closest. Fallen from his own family, and here he's been for decades with no idea how to go back to them.
You've spent alot of nights looking at the stars and sharing in your longing. Most of the time it's silent company. Sometimes one of you starts crying, the other always follows soon after.
As much as you hate the ever growing possibility that you'll be stuck here forever, those nights have made you ever grateful that you were dropped off here. With them, and not alone.
You're not alone if you ever feel out of place. Niki is all the outsider you are. Use to playing by the different rules of a different world.
You're not alone.
Things are complicated and difficult, there's no debate on that. But if you wake up tomorrow and realize that everything was the world's most elaborate dream, and there's one lesson you want to take, it that things are easier with a friend. No matter how you met them or what form they take.
OSMP WHEN THEIR CHILD GETS KILLED THATS ALL I WANT (or dsmp if you dont write osmp) x3 feed me your angst >w<
Can I be 🦙anon?
Hallo, thank you for requesting!
For OSMP I can only write for Wilbur, Phil, Techno, Nihchu and Slimecicle so I hope you don't mind.
I don't think I'll write it for DSMP cause thinking about some characters having children (ex. Dream, Karlnapity, ect.) personally sounds kind of weird cause of the shiz they would be put through because of their parents :')
• One day everything was normal—well about as normal as it could get—and the next infected were crawling in the streets, the stink of rotten flesh hanging over cities like a posion
• Infected. That's what the media had called them—when the media still existed that was
• It was fucking stupid in your eyes. These things weren't infected. That implied that there was still a semblance of humanity left in them. No, you weren't fucking stupid. These were zombies. Fucking zombies
• Needless to say you had no problems defending yourself against them
• Two months after the outbreak was when you finally laid eyes on another human being
• You had been doing fine on your own. I suppose this was the one lifetime, the one universe in which your cynical nature pre-outbreak had saved you
• Not trusting people was the key. That and the trusty shotgun you pointed at anything and everything that moved
• You had surprised even yourself by not blowing Charlie's head off the first time you met him to be honest
• Charlie Slimecicle was an interesting fellow. The opposite of you, that's for sure, with his puns and somewhat trusting nature. But more importantly, he was company. Company that didn't try to tear you apart and get at your fleshy insides like a morbid piñata
• Which was good enough for you apparently
• Only a few days after that came Tommy and Wilbur; two brothers. Two very loud brothers
• If you were being completely honest you had no idea how they had survived this long on their own. It seemed like every time Tommy turned a corner, he sent something or someone sprawling, Wilburs high-pitched laughter following quickly
• At least Charlie enjoyed their company. You however took a bit more convincing to let them follow along
• "Fine. They can come." You had relented through gritted teeth, watching how Charlie wooped happily and high fived Wilbur. "But just know I will not hesitate to leave you all behind if it comes down between you and me."
• That day never came
• Instead, with each passing sunrise and sunset, you became more and more attached to the little group you all had formed
• While seemingly clumsy and loud at first, Tommy proved to be quite quick on his feet, outrunning even the fastest of zombies you had seen. It was a useful skill for supply runs, most of which he ended up handling—even if most of what he brought back was stale pop tarts and coke
• Wilbur, on the other hand, you learned to be quite the strategist. It was something you never would have guessed at first look, considering his favorite pastime seemed to be administering noogies to his younger brother, but his smarts rivaled even your own
• And Charlie? Well Charlie just kept all of you smiling, which was a talent in its own
• "Don't act like you don't love us (Y/n)," He had said one day, eyes glinting merrily from behind his glasses. You just rolled your eyes but didn't say anything in response, only mumbling under your breath as you walked away
• "I'm their favorite though." Tommy had added in at the last second with his chest puffed out, causing Wilbur to furrow his brows
• "What do you mean, Toms. They clearly like me the best. I've got the brains." He frowned, half joking and half serious
• "Come on guys, I've known them the longest—"
• You ended up having to break up a fight later on, face palming at the petty insults they tossed back and forth
• They were all idiots, but they were your idiots—like it or not
currently thinking about my crush on father fragrance but i have a violent fear of spiders so. x reader and show theres nothing to be scared of or somethign cute
awww that's such a good idea!!!
• Schlatt doesn't outwardly look like a spider all the time
• He finds it cumbersome and a pain in the ass to try and fit through small doorways with four extra arms protruding from his back. Trips over himself and curses up a storm when that happens, so he just started opting to appear more human
• That's why he nearly jumped out of his skin the first time you screamed when seeing his true form
• "Jesus kid! You've got a set of lungs on you."
• It takes a second for him to realize that you're not laughing with him and instead standing frozen, a look of terror on your face
• The most anyone had ever done when seeing him like this for the first time was jumping lightly or being a bit curious about how it worked, having an extra set of limbs and all
• "You okay there?"
• You'd scrambled back, trying to steady your breathing the best you could without tearing your eyes away from the pincers protruding from his mouth
• "Spiders. Scary. Phobia."
• Ah so that explained why you had practically turned to stone in front of him
• He had run a hand through his hair with a long sigh, thinking on his feet (all of them I should mention) about how to resolve this
• After a moment of concideration, he sat down on the floor in front of you and tied his hair back, rubbing two hands together as he started to work
• You watched, fear still coursing through your veins as you watched him. But you had to admit, the longer you watched him scrunch up his face in concentration, the more you came to realize this was still your Schlatt. Not one of those scary demon insects you'd find lurking in attics
• "Here. Look, not so scary anymore right?"
• In his hands, he now held a little trinket. A small cat, spun from what looked to be shiny yarn. But you knew better, having watched him spin the spiderwebs into a figure just for you
• Cautiously, you began to approach him, the task proving easier and easier after you caught sight of his barely contained smile—the hybrid happy you were trusting him
• "I know it's a bit weird, but jeez I didn't know you were so terrified of spiders." He scratched the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle as you settled onto the floor next to him, still eyeing the cat in his hands. "Figured you would be used to the weirdness of this place by now, with a pub called the pube after all."
• "It's alright Schlatt." You offered your hand out to him, silently asking if you could place it on his shoulder for reassurance. To which he obliged. "Just don't bite me or spin me in a web or anything."
• He barked out a harsh laugh, squeezing your hand
• "Yeah whatever. Just don't expect this sappy shit too often."
