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[angeloncewas]

I am context anon! My anon really was just to add another part of context to it!! All good.

But yeah, I see what you are saying though. :D

I appreciate it, thank you <3 sorry for going all rambly when you were just helpful 😅

[angeloncewas]

He's just a lil guy

[angeloncewas]

I forgot today was MCC day - I am for sure currently asleep and missing it so I just wanted to say that I hope you all are having fun <3 <3 Go Scar !! Go Niki !! Go Tubbo !!

[angeloncewas]

Tell me something good that happened with you this year (if you'd like) and we can ring in the new year with some good energy :D

[angeloncewas]

I never wanna hear complaints about "mcyt" that are just complaints about Dream ever again. Look at that tiny ass fucking bubble

[angeloncewas]

“I’m staying here tonight,” Jack Manifold tells her, blood on his palms. It stains the only basin in her city, turns pristine porcelain into rust.

(Niki-centric rocketduo angst)

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[angeloncewas]

Niki-centric fics that are good for the soul (or maybe bad, but wonderful writing nonetheless):

A short list of things greater than love

Fire was the torches lighting Pogtopia. Fire was a flag made from wool. Fire was a rocket or a thousand, set off with a laugh.

Fire was Wilbur, one hand gripping a handwritten constitution and the other reaching for a button.

under layers of reflection - (Syndicate)

“I don’t know how to use this,” Niki says, turning the axe over in her hands. The netherite blade glints in the light.

Beside her, Technoblade is glacially still, like a force of nature in his aeons-old element. “So I’ll teach you,” he says, unconcerned. 

Ain't no crying 'til the war's done

Tommy is not the same as Schlatt, she knows, but Technoblade — oh, Techno might be the same as Niki had been, before she’d chosen to stay silent.

After the Storm - (Drywaters)

Niki has made it clear how she feels about people that hold absolute power over others and use that power maliciously. Schlatt was not an example—he was the tutorial.

[angeloncewas]

When Tommy goes to sleep at night, he expects a knock on his door. When he runs a hand along the railing down to Pogtopia, he expects complaints about its construction.

He’s disappointed. Every time.

He wants to call himself haunted, but there is no ghost.

(Same fic as yesterday, pt 2. It's not super canon or anything because it's just for writing)

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