🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?
this is so frustrating because I KNOW that somewhat recently (like in the last year) there was exactly one person who guessed a major plot point either in stars or glass (I think it was stars?) but for the life of me I cannot remember what it was and I can't find the chapter or anything. I just remember finding exactly one comment that accurately guessed where things were going to a T and it made me laugh so hard bc all the other comments were wayyyy off base
I more often remember when no one guesses a major plot point in one of my fics or guesses wrong. like with world forgetting no one guessed that dream had nothing to do with tommy's amnesia. I kept waiting for someone to throw it out since I decided that way before I even started writing the fic but nope! no one ever guessed it!
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
if you mean my experience as an author with the reaction to the fic, clinic hands down. but I think this might be referring to plot wise what's the wildest ride? and in that case uh... world forgetting probably. mostly because so much goes down and the ending just isn't what most people expect it to be
This might not be relevant to the arg or even might be something else intierly, but why did Tommy have a circle mask in the cleaning the ocean stream?
Seeing as the circle is the pawn in the series. They are not allowed to talk or even do anything on their own, they are being controlled by the triangle and the square. They do anything the higherups tell them to, like in the meetup where he was doing everything Willbur told him to.
Like, am I analysing to deep into it or could it be a clue?
Tommy didn't go into it at all and didn't say anything about it being a clue. So i am not so sure about this.
{Disclaimer : This story does not have any romantic relationships, Family Dynamic only! I hope you enjoy reading this :) }
Sweat poured from his forehead as he worked quickly against the stand he fought up against. It was his time off, no wars were going on at the moment in the area. No political affairs he was in or needed to be in at the moment. No big issues with enemies and yet here he was training to keep him and the voices in his head at bay. His body was tense and quick, a swing left and then right with only a few seconds to spare in between. His wrapped hands gripped on to the shoulder pads of the dummy, flipping himself over with ease like all the times he has practiced before this moment. One clean cut of his sharp blade and the dummies head was hanging loosely by a thread or two. Making the hybrid sigh in annoyance since he would have to sew it back in it's place later on in the evening.
The hybrid turned to the next stand to his right, this one had needed to be replaced a long time ago. Getting the okay a couple days early from Phil to destroy it however he liked to and just to clean it up after. The blade ran toward the dummy stand there, the breeze blew it slightly to the side. Yet it didn't even matter to the warrior as he ran up upon it. Sword was already deep in to the material of the dummy that stood there. The blade took out his blade, taking a few more quick steps as he practiced a parry move he has wanted to master through and through. With a satisfied smile his blade dug through the fabric, ripping off the arms. They fell tot he ground, two soft thuds along with a third of the head falling off and on to the ground as well. The warrior was never done with his training, he never wanted to be. Even though he has one countless wars, several fights among the greatest enemies he had, several sparring matches against Dream and even a few against Phil. He was never perfect, he would never be no matter how hard he tried to be. Leaving the empty pit in his stomach bare, not even his blood lust could quench the need of the emptiness that stowed away inside him.
As he stood there he felt eyes on him, the warrior held his blade tightly in his grasp. Wanting to turn and fight his next training dummy, just to restart and fight them or at least the ones with less damage all over again. Yet the feeling of a gaze never subsided within him, to many wars will do that to you evidently. Being able to tell someone was watching you from either a close or a far distant was a blessing and a curse at the same time.
"You do know that you could always relax once and a while ya know" A small smirk formed on Techno's face once he heard the smooth British accent of the musician coming outside on to the porch of their get away home out in the woods. The home where so many good memories were shared in over the years by the makeshift family they liked to call each other. Techno wiped his forehead of sweat before turning to face him. Catching the towel Willbur had thrown at him with ease, only catching the brunette roll his eyes softly as he slowly walked over and sat down beside him. A thud of the woods flexing from the sudden shift in weight of the two sitting there on the top step. The clang of the metal against the wood was loud as the warrior's sword rested behind him.
"Thanks" muttered the warrior softly in appreciation to the brunette's action. Techno's eyes stared out in to the woods as he rested his towel in his lap, folded neatly even though he would use it again. Feeling Wilbur's eyes staring at him like they were burning in to his soul. Something he always hated really, he always hated eyes on him, it made him feel on edge and anxious. It was something Phil always had done to him too, he always made him confess when something was wrong just from one stare. Techno turned his head slightly, earning a small smile from the brunette as he fidgeted with the string on his sleeve that hung loosely by his wrist. Almost like he was hiding something...guilty is another answer that came to mind as well.
"How are you Techno?" Wilbur finally asked, confusing the hybrid as he sat there in silence. How could he even answer him? Wilbur knew about his anxiety, his past wars and nightmares on occasion that occurred in his messed up head. Maybe even a tiny bit about his voices from what he remembered Phil telling him years early when he had asked what was wrong with him. Techno sighed softly as he grabbed his towel and wiped the back of his neck, he didn't know how to answer honestly. How could he, he was never okay in the slightest, there was always something going on.
"I'm....okay" He had to think about his answer, earning a unconvinced look from the brunette sitting next to him. The brunette rolled his eyes as he rested his chin on his palm, the boards creaked as he fixed his weight to his other side. Tracing over his initials he carved in to the wood years earlier.
"Techno..."
"Yes"
"That isn't your real answer and you know it" The blade knew he could lie very well actually, or very well to some he should say. His answer was not convincing enough yes, but what could he have said to get a better reaction out of the bard he called family. "Yes I am totally fine Willbur thank you for asking?". He wished he could be okay though....he wished that answer was the truth, and yet it was far from it. A sigh left his lips, muffled on the sides from his small tusks he hated dearly. His grayish blue eyes stared calmly at the grass as the wind moved the leafs that laid upon the earth. For a normal person it would be easy to sit and relax, yet his head was filled with nonsense he couldn't tune out accept for rare occasions.
"I'm....anxious Willbur" The warrior used his formal name, keeping it business as pure usual like the gremlin child always said from time to time. The brunette's head perked up in surprise, never hearing his tense older brother figure speak his true feelings out in the open like this. It was always a lie, a lie anytime anyone asked him family or not. A lie to keep Tommy and Ranboo from worrying about him, a lie just to avoid the constant prying at him for the truth. For once he was an open book, his tall guarded walls lowered just an inch. But that was all it took for the brunette in the beanie to feel happy, to feel close to his distant brother again like the years before. The times he so dearly missed if dawned upon him sometimes when he would watch how his family would act sometimes.
"I could tell something was up....you seem more tense then usual out here...This place, it's supposed to calm us of the harsh world that eats away at out sanity bit by bit...Tell me what is troubling you Technoblade?" A small chuckle was all his reply was, the brunette turned to see the look on his face.
"Now you're starting to sound like Phil Willbur" Techno replied instantly, making Will bite down on his tongue almost to stop talking. He didn't want to ruin this moment, he didn't want Techno to feel like he needed to tell him anything. Techno's hands gripped on to his towel as he sat there, a quick glance was all it took to see Will's face. The look of anxiety, fear that was building up within him. He hated that look, fear was an emotion he experienced regularly. Fear was something he never wanted to see with his family. He didn't want to see him as the monster he truly was. A dark cloud now loomed over his head as the voices screamed and shouted at him. Yet he felt like he needed to reply in order to get the brunette out of this feeling his was having at the moment.
"I*sigh*...I feel anxious because nothing has happened...I know this place is shielded off from everyone and everywhere else for the time being. But I'm half expecting to have someone just come out of the bushes and attack me...attack us here. I keep having to side track myself in order to not think so much about it. Yet I can't seem to help myself at times..." His fists clenched as he sat there, hating that he was confessing what was in his head at the moment. Yet if it made Willbur feel happy then he would.
"My life if filled with surprises....*looks at hands* violence, bloodshed...being able to just sit and relax for the first time in forever doesn't sit well with me. I need to do something, I need to train in order to keep myself busy from everything else running through my mind. Sitting here wasting my time when someone could be destroying my base...All the possibilities are just endless of what could be happening out there. " The blade finally replied, confessing his dark feeling to his brother. As he turned to look at him though it didn't seem to help any like he thought it would. The warrior glanced at him confused, his brown eyes just avoided him some what as he sat. Moving his guitar over slightly since it was resting up against his back harshly from how tight the strap was around him. The brunette just gazed at his guitar in his hands, almost like it was going to do something right then and there. The pinkette just simply gazed back out toward his training dummies toward the side of the woods. How destroyed and badly beaten they looked, knowing he would need new ones sooner or later.
"How are You feeling Will?" Techno asked, not being one for sentimental moments like these. He never wanted to look soft and vulnerable, but the musician needed him now so that was what was needed. The brunette's eyes glanced over to the pinkette sitting there beside him, watching as he moved his leg to lay on top of the other one. The truth was, he didn't know how he was feeling either. Even though no words left his mouth, the warrior could tell what was running through his mind as he sat there. They thought to much alike at times it was sickening, so if he was thinking at all like him then he knew what was wrong. He knew what could truly trouble him as they sat in silence.
"I don't know..." The brunette continued with a solemn look written upon his face. Techno could only wait patiently for his answer, not intending to pry and beg for one in return.
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, it's fine if you want to keep it to yourself" Willbur nodded his head, still trying to gather the right words in his head before he spoke.
"I....I don't think I belong here right now if that makes any sense to you...who am I kidding of course it makes sense to you Techno" Silence was shared between the two for a couple seconds. But that silence was agreed upon by both of them, the silence said many words then non like some would think. The pinkette's gaze was shifted over to the brunette sitting beside him. he almost felt bad for his so called brother to go through this mental trauma like he goes through. It will never be half of what the warrior has to deal with. But even some was enough to push some one over the edge even just a little bit.
"You feel trapped....almost like you are taking up space out here" Techno replied, only to get a nod of agreement in return by the musician. Techno truthfully didn't know how to cheer up his brother sitting there, when he had these thoughts he would try to push them away as far as he could. Sidetracking himself with something else or doing something like fighting in wars to prove his worth.
"You know I feel that way all the time too....ever since Phil found me I almost felt as if I shouldn't even be here with you all. No matter how many times he insisted that he found me for a reason, that fate brought us together. I would never listen, this feeling would just keep grinding away at my thoughts... I never felt like I belonged here...belonged with any of you...and yet here we are, what 21...22 years late and still everyone is together" The blade finally spoke, trying to show that there was nothing to fear about that emotion his brother was feeling at the moment. Reassurance was hard for the blade to achieve with the people he cared for, he normally was there to fight for them, to protect them. Talking and caring was more Phil and Will's side of things.
"Did you really feel that out of place?"
"Will....I literally have tusks and pointed ears....don't you think I sort of stick out some in my hybrid form I take?" The blade replied, hearing his brother's laughter soon after which was what he hoped for even though he wasn't trying to be funny and make a joke.
"I guess you're kind of right there....but you do belong here Techno, you belong here with us"
"And so do you...don't feel like you're trapped and taking up space here willbur....I know sometimes it feels that way...Sometimes it feels like you can't do anything for anyone but you can't let that dwindle upon you when it's not true" The blade replied quickly, making the musician realize what the lesson was with his brother's words. The brunette gazed back at his brother, stretching as he sat there. With a couple satisfying pops of his back he was back to leaning on his knees. The brunette smiled warmly at him, noticing the quick glance over toward him. Techno nodded his head, not needing to take the thank you the brunette wanted to gladly reply in return. Techno's scarred hand grabbed his old iron blade that sat behind him. Standing up with the help of Will as he sat his hand on his shoulder to give him a boost. For living as long as he has he could never admit sometimes how hard it was to stand back up after sitting for long periods of time. The blade stood there, staring down at his brother that still sat on the first step of the old porch.
"Are you happy with your little intervention we had?" Techno asked as he raised his eyebrow, pretending not to care in the slightest. The brunette paused for a second, recalling everything that had just happened to him in the past couple minutes of sitting there. He quickly nodded his head, a smile was still on his face as he gazed at his brother standing there. He could see the small smile on his face as he stood there patiently.
"Very happy actually...you helped me think through some things...so thank you" Willbur replied as he fixed his position on the stairs to up against the house. His guitar was in his hands ready to play like he was wanting to do in the first place coming out here. The warrior nodded his head in return before turning to go and fight his dummies once more like he was doing earlier on.
"And Will"
"Yes?"
"Don't tell Phil I said any of that stuff alright...he already worries enough, I don't need to make him grow any more gray hairs then he already has from the two of you" Willbur chuckled softly at Techno's joke he was making.
"Sure Techno sure....I just want you to know you can talk to me alright...that's if you want to to get stuff off your chest ya know" They were silent again, the warrior stopped walking toward his dummies in the yard.
gnnfn bigger crossover than infinity war? nah man just random doodles
we got vent (?) and some encouraging toy bonnie, will/ghostbur aaannnd dicrator goat on the kitchen whiteboard. i uh. got into dreamsmp oops. my brains violently bluncing between fnaf, dsmp, and the regularly schedualed arg/unfiction stuff and man oh man am i vibing with it.
