Until August 23 or, if before that, until further notice, I am on hiatus.
The Intro Of Intros
hello! I’m ura and I like writing lil tidbits I think people will enjoy!
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a few tidbits:
- sfw only! romantic + platonic
- my ratings will go from G - PG-13 - 17+. No true NSFW, though. Makes me uncomfortable. I will tag the 17+ things.
- purely nsfw blogs please DNI! At all! If you do I’ll softblock you but if it keeps happening I’m not afraid to hardblock. If you are a blog that writes both, you’re fine.
- this includes messaging/dming, liking, following, reblogging, and commenting.
-AND I MEAN THIS.
- this is an x reader/reader insert blog
- my attention span is nonexistent
- I’m pansexual, and as for gender... well, fluid would probably be the best way to describe it but I hate labels so queer is what I use.
- I go by any pronouns, though most often refer to myself as she
- I’m... very southern. Very southern. You’ll often see me clip gs off of words, use darlin’, sweet’eart/sweetheart, and in general shorten words. (Neurodivergent go brrrrrr)
- feel free to dm me!
- feel free to ask me to write something!
this is a safe place! Homophobes/transphobes/biphobes/panphobes etc kindly fuck the hell off.
Ongoing series: Trampolinist
Use the tags #Trampolinist or #Trampolinist: Series.
Taglist is open! Just ask ‘n I’ll say yes!
Planned series:
- a winged reader/dad Phil
- a reader who gets dropped into the DSMP with no memory
hey Lyn. I didn't even get to say anything before you left the chats and blocked me- I'm not letting you take that last bit of closure away from me that easily.
You violated me and my trust not once but twice. You brought my friends into it the second time. What were you planning, talking about meeting up with dead? Did you know it would hurt him the most, or did you just think it'd be the easiest way for me to have to accept you back into my friend group?
Was that what you were trying to do by taking on the moniker my boyfriend claimed AFTER you found out he and I had started dating? Or was that a sadistic attempt to sabotage his emotional state when we inevitably found out you were lying, too?
I hope you don't understand what you've done wrong right now. I hope you still think you're in the right, and one day years from now when I am happy and have forgotten your name, you remember. I hope you remember everything you've done, and I hope the weight of your guilt is enough to bring you to your knees. I hope you try to reach out to apologize, when you finally realize what you did, and I hope I get to see you beg from where your guilt has you pinned, so I can use your broken form as a metaphorical stepping stone to become happier
for the record, I have no idea why tf anyone is even trying to send shit to this blog at this point. I am on fucking hiatus, don’t send shit to me.
second, you don’t get to come on here and talk shit about me. I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
hey Lyn. I didn't even get to say anything before you left the chats and blocked me- I'm not letting you take that last bit of closure away from me that easily.
You violated me and my trust not once but twice. You brought my friends into it the second time. What were you planning, talking about meeting up with dead? Did you know it would hurt him the most, or did you just think it'd be the easiest way for me to have to accept you back into my friend group?
Was that what you were trying to do by taking on the moniker my boyfriend claimed AFTER you found out he and I had started dating? Or was that a sadistic attempt to sabotage his emotional state when we inevitably found out you were lying, too?
I hope you don't understand what you've done wrong right now. I hope you still think you're in the right, and one day years from now when I am happy and have forgotten your name, you remember. I hope you remember everything you've done, and I hope the weight of your guilt is enough to bring you to your knees. I hope you try to reach out to apologize, when you finally realize what you did, and I hope I get to see you beg from where your guilt has you pinned, so I can use your broken form as a metaphorical stepping stone to become happier
for the record, I have no idea why tf anyone is even trying to send shit to this blog at this point. I am on fucking hiatus, don’t send shit to me.
second, you don’t get to come on here and talk shit about me. I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
Hey y’all, sorry I haven’t been active lately. I’ve been on vacation and dealing with a bit of a loss at the moment, so please bear with me.
Until school starts, which is August 23, or if before then, until further notice, I will be on hiatus.
I’ll be writing bits and pieces of Trampolinist here and there, and happy to answer questions about tidbits of the plot (oh I have a lot coming for y’all :) ) but until then, adios!
Part summary: Tundras are cold, and apparently Netherite armor doesn’t do much against that.
Warnings: swearing, and that’s mostly it. Blood and injuries.
A/N - Y’all went nuts over the last chapter! Thank you so much for the support! It means so much to me that you love my writing. It fuels me to write more. It’s crack to me— /hj
My updates are going to be irregular. Like, really irregular. School is coming to a close and I don’t always have access to steady internet, plus I enjoy hangin’ out with my friends.
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Enjoy!
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Your feet complain at you at the mere thought of walking all the way through the plains in the direction that the compass is pointing. The way through the Nether is dangerous, you know that for a fact, crossing through several Soul Sand Valleys, over a fortress, and an especially thick Warped Forest (at least according to info on the corkboard by the central portal). And if that wasn’t bad enough, you don’t have any obsidian on you and don’t know where to get any, making the option of an additional portal far out of the question.
A sigh passes your lips, resigned to trudge through the plains and fight whatever you may come across.
Hopefully it’s only a few thousand blocks.
So you take the first step.
And another.
And another.
You lose track of how many you take, the time passing by like an especially boring Bedwars game, tick tick tocking seconds.
The temperature drops sharply a good time later, the compass beginning to vibrate with its proximity to the lodestone. You look up, almost surprised to see a cabin in the middle of the tundra, but you’re relieved nonetheless.
You duck behind a tree when you see a figure step out from the cabin, wearing red, the sun glinting off of their crown in gold and blue. They seem to scan the tree line, but there’s no way that they heard you…
...right?
Right?
A second figure, one you have certainly never seen before, emerges from the cabin, putting one hand on the first figure’s shoulder, saying something you can’t make out from your position. They appear to huff and say something back.
The second figure makes their way towards your hiding spot; as they (he, you can see the facial features now) get closer, the compass hums in your tight grip on it, vibrating almost violently.
“Come out now and we won’t hurt you.”
You stay silent. Particles gather at your fingertips, ready to rip open the fabric of the world in order to escape with your life (well, one of your lives, anyway) and sanity.
Your issue?
He needs to stay back.
He pulls his sword out of midair, materializing Netherite gripped white-knuckled.
“So be it.”
There goes your chance of escaping via portal. You suppose knocking him out with the energy is your best shot at scurrying off intact.
The second he reaches your hiding spot, you jump up, sending the energy flying down your blade and into his chest. The winged man stumbles backwards, cursing in an unfamiliar (takes you a while to interpret) language, lost to the sands of the void.
You’re reckless, that much is for certain, but you’re certainly not stupid. Now that you’ve been spotted, the other person is sure to be there in, at most, a minute. Knowing when to run is not cowardice.
You should have known to account for outside forces.
The second figure appears seemingly out of nowhere, sticking his foot out to trip you up in your haste to find a new hiding place. It works, unfortunately, sending you sprawling, cursing in at least four different languages.
“You’re fast,” he grumbles, confiscating your sword and eyeing it with an experienced gaze.
“Yeah, and you’re an ass,” you retort, hand subtly reaching to the second blade stashed on your thigh.
He doesn’t expect the swing of the dagger so suddenly, violently slashing his palm open. He doesn’t expect, through his howls of pain, for you to grab your sword and give him a pitying gaze.
He doesn’t expect your sparks, normally used to rip open and kill, maim others and shred reality, to flicker towards his hand and seal the bloody slash shut with nothing more than a faint scar to remember it by.
You don’t expect what you do either.
“Portal, L’Manburg, tomorrow at midnight. I’ll explain there.”
With that, you dip out of there, tired and needing a new sword.
Great.
Sorry it’s so short y’all, I’m burnt out ‘cause of school. Fun.
Okay okay, but what if Michael ran off one day, probably chasing a butterfly or something, and you found him, took him back to your little cottage in the woods, and took care of him for a bit? Eventually Ranboo comes knocking, frantically asking if you’d seen his kid, and a slightly scared Michael pokes out from behind your leg.
“Did you kidnap him?
“What? No, the kid was lost, I just wanted to make sure he was safe.”
Michael backs your story up.
“Well, if you ever need a babysitter, I’m always up to help!”
Let’s just say Michael ran off to your place a few more times after that.
Hey y’all. I know you may not know me, but I’m kinda upset about somethin’ that’s been happenin’ with one of the blogs I look at. I shall leave them nameless, but seriously:
Do not send hate to people just because they write NSFW or about a character you don’t like.
I may be a writer who only does sfw ‘n only a few characters, but if someone wants to write for Schlatt or anyone else you may not like, let ‘em. Just block ‘em ‘n move on.
I have seen people leave tumblr entirely because of hate that has been sent to them left ‘n right. Let them be. If someone is truly problematic, that’s a different story.
And on that note, if you don’t like the way someone writes, them just leave them alone. No need to say “oh you shouldn’t write in (perspective) you should write in (other perspective).
OKEY wooloo I love you/p and my brain was so big 5 minutes ago. I was watching a old Philza stream and realized how much that man love axolotls. And so I give you axolotl Reader living in the pond under the bridge between technos and his house. Like they left their old home and wandered around in the snow before just deciding they wanted to life under this cool bridge. And one day Phil and Techno leave their home and there is a person in their pond. Their just chilling. Maybe they have like healing powers and heal Phil’s wing?! I JUST Phil and techno being wholesome with an axolotl reader. And they braid technos hair because their hair is also long and pink so they know all kinds of cool braids. I’m rambling.
-🧇
gills for axolotls are those red/pink whiskers and a dorsal fin is the tail
. . .
Despite the chill running down your back, you continue to walk. Snow falls gently from above, collecting in piles on the ground below. You huddle into your clothing a bit more, gills tucking in. You left your old house a bit ago to search for supplies but you didn’t expect to get lost so easily. Now, you’re stuck traveling in a snow biome that seems to go on for miles.
You scoff when you pass by the same tree again, clearly having gone in circles. A shiver racks through your body as it gets darker, night approaching quickly. Your throat feels dry, since you haven’t been in water for a couple hours at this point. You can't even lay in the snow, even if it is essentially frozen water, because that’ll just make you more dehydrated. You’re about to give up, and turn into a different direction when a light from afar catches your attention. It’s faint and flickers in the distance but light could be a sign of life.
You rush over to the area, nearly tripping when your shoes get caught in the snow. It takes only minutes to find the source, a dim lantern hanging from a fence post. You can spot another lantern in the distance, trailing alongside a partially covered path. You gulp, continuing to follow the trail, hoping that there will be a pool of water nearby. Or, that it’ll lead to a house with someone nice enough inside. Monsters can be heard, gathering around, the dead rising as night nears. You move a little faster, not wanting to fight when you’re this weak.
A gasp of relief falls from your tongue when you spot houses in the distance. They’re blocked off by a spruce fence, a wooden bridge linking the two together. You push yourself over the fence, grunting when you collapse on the other side. You shiver again and cough lightly. Pushing yourself off of the ground, you run over to the houses. Thoughts rush through your mind, questions and ideas on how to talk to the owners about staying the night. But, the pond underneath the bridge has your excitement flooring. Without a care in the word, you jump into the pond. A tiny squeal lifts from your throat, gills twitching with happiness. Even if the tundra is cold, the water is quite warm in comparison.
You sink under the surface, tail thumping behind you. You blink a few times to regain your vision, a wide smile forming as you take in the view. This pond is much nicer than the one you live in at home. It’s full of bright colorful coral and tropical fish. You swim around in the water, tail swishing to help you move faster. You greet the fish, waving to them kindly. They simply swim away, only the brave ones approaching. After all, axolotls kill tropical fish for food and fun. But, you never felt the need to follow through with that instinct so they’re safe.
You dive to the deepest part of the pond, wondering how far it will go. It’s obviously man made, although it is quite wonderful. Feeling drowsy, you lay down on the bottom, near the seagrass. Your large tail curls around your body as you close your eyes.
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You continue to stay in the pond for a couple more days, unable to find the will to leave the warm waters. Your home in the swamps couldn’t compare to this place and you really don’t want to attempt traveling home in the snow. You’ve heard the homeowners mingling around, but their voices were always wobbly through the water. They haven’t spotted you yet, since you rarely came up for air. With a large yawn, you swim lazily around the pond. If you decide to stay here, you’ll have to make a house again. Not that you mind, but you don’t have any materials on you. It’s risky to leave the pond to gather wood.
Your stomach rumbles, the noise sending fish scurrying away. Although the fish have started accepting your presence, they still fear the option of being eaten. You chew on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you could get away with stealing from the homeowners. Would they even notice some food missing? Another grumble and twist in your stomach, makes your whiskers twitch anxiously. You’ll need to get food soon. With that though in mind, you swim to the surface, head barely peeking out of the water. You spin around, gills twisting and turning at the cold wind against your face.
“Oh, hello there!” A kind voice surprises you from behind. You spin around slowly, scared to see who it is. A tall ghost stands near the pond, his yellow sweater sticking out against the white environment. He smiles, waving gently. A blue sheep bleats softly behind him, moving to approach the edge of the pond.
“Hello.” You mumble, water ripping from your movements. Maybe if you play dead, he will forget you exist. You don’t have too much time to process that thought, the ghost already sinking to his knees by the water’s edge.
“I’m Ghostbur! Are you a friend of Phil and Techno?” You tilt your head in confusion, mouth opening slightly once you realize they must be the owners of the house.
“No, uh I just live in this pond.”
“Oh.” The ghost trails off, unsure of what else to say. “Well, Friend likes you so I think you must be a nice person!” The sheep cries in response, moving forward to sniff in your direction. You’re not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not, either way you give a small note of appreciation. The ghost smiles again. You swim closer, not fearing his presence.
“Ghostbur, do you have any food on you?” The ghost hums in thought before giving a small ‘nope’. You scrunch up your nose in slight annoyance. Looks like you’ll have to leave to grab something to eat. You lift yourself from the pond, shivering when you touch the snow.
“Are you leaving so soon?” He seems sad, his eyebrows furrowing. You shake some of the water off of your skin, feeling cold already.
“Kinda? I need to get food and some supplies so I can make a house in the pond.” You warily glance at the ghost before moving to one of the houses. The first door is locked tight but the second door gives way. Ghostbur follows you inside, his sheep joining along casually.
You grin, spotting some chests farther inside the house. Moving forward, you quickly search through each of the chests, trying to find some food. Sadly, almost all of the chests contain building materials. You still put some stone and spruce wood into your inventory, saving them for later.
“Wait, please don’t steal from my friends.” Ghostbur mutters quietly next to you, his hand phasing through your shoulder in an attempt to stop you. For a second, you almost falter not wanting to upset the ghost.
“I’m not really stealing. I’m just borrowing?” You don’t sound too sure, the excuse is rather pathetic. But, he accepts it, nodding along. You shuffle through the chest, head stuffed into the object. “Do you know where they keep the food?”
“It’s in the second chest on the left.” A deeper voice catches you off guard, the sudden sound makes you spin. Two other males stand near the doorway, appearing tense. They both hold swords in their hands, glaring at your form. “Get away from them, Ghostbur.” The blond speaks again, motioning for the spirit to move. He doesn’t, however, instead sticking closer to your side.
“But I don’t want to. They’re a nice person, I can tell.” The ghost frowns, his sheep nearing closer to rub against his side for comfort.
“That person is stealing our stuff.” The piglin hybrid snorts, his grip on the sword tightening.
“Technically borrowing.” You intervene meekly. Two glares are sent your way, the action making you flinch. You apologize, gills flicking back. The movement catches the blond’s attention, his eyes widening slightly.
“You’re an axolotl hybrid?” You look over at the man, deadpanning. Like it wasn’t completely obvious what your hybrid features were. Your response is miffed, snide.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
The piglin hybrid snorts, turning to look at his companion with a false glare. “Phil, why does that matter?” He turns back to you, drawing his sword. “Look, get out of our house and we won’t kill you.”
You stare them down, fingers twitching numbly. You can’t take shelter in the pond, that’ll give away your hiding spot. But, there’s no water sources nearby. Perhaps, you can wait them out. With slow movements, you cautiously brush past the pair. Your gaze doesn’t leave their weapons, prepared to draw your own in case they decide to strike. But, neither do. Instead they watch as you walk into the distance, figure disappearing in the brooks of the forest.
Your scales are shaking with your shivers, as you crouch in the snow. Your tail slowly swishes side to side in the snow, pushing aside the material. You struggle to stay warm, teeth on the verge of chattering. Thankfully, Ghostbur followed you not long after he left. He brought along his sheep, the wool providing a small sense of warmth to your frigid body. You wait, until the lights in the houses go out and for the smoke to halt in the chimneys. Then, you rush towards the buildings. You’re quiet when you divide into the water, sighing as the warm waters embrace your form. Fish swarm around you, surprised to see you back so late. You simply ignore the flicking of their fins and questions, choosing to lay back against the coral for a nap.
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You munch weakly on some food, savoring the taste in your mouth. You couldn’t leave the pond too often, not with the others around. You didn’t want to risk getting caught anyways. It didn’t take long to start creating a house in the pond, by tunneling through a wall. The entrance wasn’t noticeable from the surface either, covered by blue and red coral fans.
A rock lands in the pond, breaking the surface and sinking to the bottom. You watch it sink, before swimming up. For the past couple of weeks that has been your signal that Ghostbur was here to visit. He would try to visit often, but would forget easily. When he stopped by, the ghost would bring food and his pet. Your head breaks the surface, a wide smile on your face. But, the expression drops when you spot Philza at the edge of the waters. You’re about to duck back down but he shouts for you to stop.
Cautiously, you watch the blonde approach, gaze landing on a wrapped package in his hands. He holds it out towards you, eyes kind. Carefully, you rise out of the water, taking the object. Unwrapping it reveals a loaf of fresh bread, the surface still steaming. You bite into the food, not waiting for his response. It’s quiet, just the sounds of you eating and nearby ambience. The man doesn’t say anything yet, watching your figure. You finish the bread off soon enough, feeling somewhat full.
“Thank you.” You speak after a split second, whisker-like gills turning back in embarrassment. He doesn’t mock you or shout, like one would expect. Instead he offers a kind grin.
“It’s no problem. Here, take these too.” He reaches through his inventory, pulling out a small cloth bag. He tosses it in your direction, letting you catch it before it hits the water. You twist it open, gasping when you spot the numerous seeds inside the pouch. You could create a farm with these!
You shut the bag tightly, looking up quickly with shock stuck on your face. Philza can’t get another word out, your figure already disappearing under the water. The water splashes loudly as you dive, hurrying to place the seeds somewhere safe.
Philza returns for the next couple of weeks, continuing to bring food with him. At first, you were silent, unsure of trusting this man. Sure, he’s been bringing you food but his friend did threaten to kill you. Maybe this was his way of luring you out. But, that thought fades away with time. The blond is actually quite nice, and you find yourself being good friends with Phil. Most days are spent chatting about his adventures or the places you’ve seen before. He sometimes visits with Ghostbur but never with Technoblade.
You sigh contently, floating around the pond lazily. Philza recently brought some magma blocks, the material making the waters much water. He seats near the edge, his feet resting in the waters. He leans back against his palms, just as relaxed. You look over at him, upon seeing movement out of the corner of your eye. His cloak falls to his side, large black wings spreading out behind him. The scene has you in awe, the hybrid features surprising you. One wouldn’t know the man has wings underneath that heavy cape of his. You spin around, turning to get a better look at his wings. One of them doesn’t rise as high as the other, feathers noticeably weaker on that side. The limb is injured, weak from long ago.
“Your wing is broken.” You swim closer, not stopping even when he peaks an eye open.
“Yeah, that’s why I usually wear a cloak.” He closes his eyes again, wings tucking into his frame in an attempt to hide them. You leave the pool, even though the snow nips at your skin.
“How did that happen?” You pause, sitting by his side. Not too close, but enough to see him inch away at the question.
“It’s a long story.” That’s more than enough to know he doesn’t want to speak about the subject. You don’t push another question towards him, since that could make things worse. A breeze passes by, pushing hair back gently. It’s a break, one offered before you spout the next question: “Can I see your wings?”
He turns to look at you, eyebrow lifting with confusion. “I suppose.” He mumbles somewhat uncomfortably, stretching his injured wing out once more. The details of the wound sticks out more up close, burns littering his skin. You reach out to touch his wing, fingers barely grazing the feathers before his wings tuck back in.
“What are you doing?” He’s flustered, obviously. He looks at you, wide-eyed and unsure. A sincere smile meets his gaze.
“Just trust me, please.” With those words, his wings stretch out again. He looks away, eyes closed to avoid your face. He doesn’t want to see the expression you could offer, ones he’s seen so often; disgust, fear, pity and more. But, that doesn’t happen. Your fingers trail over his wounded wing, being careful of any weak spots.
With a deep breath, your hand begins to glow a faint color, the same shade as the scales on your dorsal fin. Slowly you reach out again, tracing across his wing. Feathers start to grow back slowly, the process steady. Burns disappear and scarred flesh fades to normal skin. You can feel the muscle tense under your palm, but Philza doesn’t move away. When done, you retreat your hand back. Small pants fall from your mouth, proof of your exhaustion and hard work. Axolotls have the gift of regeneration, being able to heal and grow back their own limbs. However, healing another is something you’ve only seen the elders back at home accomplish. Healing Phil took more energy than you expected.
Said man tests his wing, shifting around the limb with ease. His mouth falls open, the older man speechless. His wing feels like new, maybe even stronger before the fall of L’manburg. He drags you into a tight hug suddenly, numerous words rushing from his mouth in gratitude. As much as you want to return the gesture, the feeling of nausea rising in your gut has you reeling. You go slack from the exhaustion, collapsing into his shoulder. Phil yells in shock but you miss the words he shouts, ears ringing. You can feel him lift you up from the ground, but nothing else.
Philza rushes you inside, practically knocking down the door in a hurry. The commotion has Techno running over, the hybrid tensing up when he spots you in the older man’s arm. He wants to shout, even curse out Phil for bringing the stranger back, but the look in the avain’s eyes makes any protests die on his tongue. Instead he runs to the basement, pulling out any potions that could help.
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Waking up in an unknown location is no fun and neither when the spot gives you a crick in your back. Your eyes peel open, weakly looking around the room. You’re placed in a bathtub, the water running cold. Your tail overhangs the edge, the tub too small to hold you entirely. You sink against the edge, a soft sigh leaving your lungs. You’re still weak, limbs too tired to move. Not eating well enough and the stress of regeneration made you pass out, you knew that much.
Techno enters the room, the door squealing when he opens it. You flinch at seeing the tall man and struggle to back away. Water splashes frantically with your movements, spilling out of the tub.
“Stop struggling, I’m not going to hurt you.” He speaks monotonously, still standing in the doorway. He doesn’t approach even after you stop moving.
“Where’s Philza?” You murmur warily, keeping your eyes on the taller man. You don’t trust him and he doesn’t trust you. If Phil was here, maybe you’d feel a little better about this situation. Technoblade rolls his eyes, crossing his arms stiffly.
“He left to get potion ingredients since you used up half our stock.” You turn away at his harsh tone, feeling slightly ashamed. He seems to notice that and sighs. Techno leaves for a moment then returns with some food. It’s nothing generous, rather a chunk of bread and a steamed potato. But, with how hungry you are, you gladly take it.
“Thank you.” Your words are quiet, almost undetected by Techno. But, the flick of his ear proves that he heard you. He simply nods, not saying anything. Then, he leaves. You end up staying in, what turns out to be, Techno’s house for a few more days. You’ve tried to reason with the pair that you’re fine going back to the pond but neither accept the excuse. Philza tosses glares in your direction along with some soft scolding while Techno merely brushes them off. At first, your encounters with the piglin hybrid were awkward. Often he would just stop by with food or bandages, per Phil’s request. He seems to warm up a bit only really because of the forced proximity and of course, because you helped his friend.
In no time, you end up back in your pond. The two invite you over for meals sometimes, well mainly Philza invites you over. It doesn’t take long for you to meet Ranboo, the mix hybrid proving to be a sweet friend too. While he doesn’t seem as enthusiastic about water as you are, he still is kind enough to listen to you ramble. Sometimes the teen brings around items from around the area for you to decorate your house with, it’s a nice occurrence.
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“Do you need something?” You’re floating casually in the pond, staring up at Techno. He rarely approaches you, still apprehensive. You don’t blame him though, Phil and Ranboo have explained how he has trust issues with almost everyone. The older man grunts, clearly not happy with the predicament. A stray hand reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I’m going to an ocean monument for prismarine crystals.”
“Okay, and…?”
“Philza doesn’t like going in water because of his wings. And, I need someone to watch my back while I fight guardians or mine.” He looks annoyed by the situation, still facing away. His ears flick back at your giggles.
“I’ll get some supplies just give me a minute.” You duck under the water, returning to your house momentarily. It takes seconds to grab some light armor and weapons. When you break the surface, Techno is still in the same spot looking just as bored as before. He does seem glad that you didn’t take too long, turning around and walking towards the portal.
The journey to the monument doesn’t take nearly as long as you would have expected. It was a little uncomfortable traveling through the Nether to reach the ocean, but you brought enough water bottles for the trip. You practically dive into the water when you see it, the action making your companion chuckle quietly.
You swim around happily, not having been in such a large body of water in so long. The water splashes loudly as you swim around with ease. You chirp lightly when you spot other axolotls in the waters, diving in their direction. The adults chirp back while the younger axolotls playfully swim around you. Techno ignores your distracted state, choosing to let you continue having fun as he nears the monument. He’s already chugged a few water breathing potions and his enchanted armor will help him survive the ocean.
He starts at the top of the structure, already mining away at the exposed sea lanterns. Occasionally, he glances over in your direction to make sure you are staying safe. So lost in the process he doesn’t notice the guardians swimming nearby. It isn’t until he hears their screech that he finally spins around, narrowly avoiding one of their lasers. He draws his sword, slicing through two of the creatures before they can attack again. The third one though, has had enough time to charge its attack, eye aimed on Technoblade. The hybrid braces himself for the impact, knowing he can’t move fast enough.
In seconds, the guardian goes from offense to defense. It squeaks loudly as you slam into its side and causes them to lose its focus. Your tail swishes angrily behind you, prepared to attack again. The guardian returns your glare, eye narrowing. It squeaks again before fleeing. With excitement rivaling that of a dog, you spin around to see Techno. Your grin is wide, cheeks full of pride.
“Did you see that? The guardian was like woosh, and I went pow and now they’re gone!” You move your hands around dramatically while talking, emphasizing the sound effects as needed. You pause for a second, eyesight training behind Techno. He looks over his shoulder to spot another guardian, however this one isn’t preparing to attack. Instead, it lets out a pathetic squeal and tries to swim away while you dart after it with a group of axolotls. With an exasperated sigh, Techno goes back to collecting crystals.
When done, he shouts for you. It takes a couple minutes for you to exit the ocean monument, apparently having gone out of your way to hunt other guardians. The smile on your face is priceless and has him faltering for a second, he doesn’t see you this happy often. The trip back isn’t quiet for once, Techno actually engaging slightly in conversation. The snow greets you both warmly, although it certainly isn’t pleasant for you. Feeling dehydrated, mainly from The Nether, you begin to ruffle through your pockets for a water bottle.
A hand moves in front of your face, holding out a potion bottle of water. You look back at the owner, shock settling into your features. Technoblade doesn’t say anything, pushing the drink to you in motion to take it. With the slowness of a stray, you grasp onto the bottle. You sip at the water, feeling your gills perk up.
“Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” He keeps walking, facing ahead. You catch up with his long strides with some difficulty, almost brushing against his shoulder.
“So, you carry water for me?” Your tone is teasing, tail flicking with playfulness. He snorts, cheeks flushing lightly from embarrassment.
“Don’t overthink it. I’d never hear the end of it if you died on my watch.”
“Oh, sure.” You draw out the word, obviously not believing his words. He grumbles, walking away faster. With a laugh, you trail behind him, knowing that he isn’t actually angry. You follow him into the house, not just yet retreating to your home. Philza waves from the kitchen, the man already having started on dinner. You smile fondly, remembering how surprised the hybrid was when he found out you lived in the pond. But, he took it as a compliment, considering he made the space.
You flop down on the couch, limbs sprawling out as you get comfortable. Techno eventually joins you on the other side, after removing his armor and cape. It’s a peaceful silence, almost nice enough to fall asleep in. Technoblade is reading a potions book, flicking the pages over every couple of minutes. He sniffs, a hand raising to move some hair out of his face. But, the strand falls again leading him to tuck it behind his ear a few more times, agitation increasing.
With a groan, you scoot over to his side of the couch. You face his side, sitting with your legs crossed. He lifts an eyebrow, as a silent question, urging you to speak.
“Turn around.”
“Why?”
“I want to braid your hair. It’ll stop falling in your face.” You lean forward in excitement, practically bouncing in your seat. He sighs loudly but agrees, shifting so his back is to you. You run your hands through his hair briefly, amazed by how soft it is. Once done admiring, you split his hair into three sections and start braiding it. It’s a simple braid, although a little messy, but gets the job done. When finished, you scoot back to look over his hair. He turns back around, a finger lifting to run alongside a small braid near the crown of his head. Techno turns to look at you, mumbling a thank you.
You fall back clumsy, sprawling out on the couch again. Your feet land in his lap, but Techno doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he goes back to reading.
“Are you guys ready for dinner?” Philza calls out from the kitchen, and eventually walks into the living room after not getting a response. He blinks owlishly upon spotting Techno with braided hair and you lying out lazily. “Uh, guys?” He pauses, a knowing smirk forming. “The salmon is ready.”
The food, a favorite of axolotls, has you springing forward with brilliant energy. You stumble over your feet, rushing to the kitchen. The two chuckle and follow you. The sight of your tail wagging quickly and piling up a plate sends them into a laughing fit. They’re certainly glad to have you around. You’ve made life more interesting and brighten their days with the simplest of actions. Not waiting another second, the pair join their friend at the table for a night full of joy and lively conversation.
Hey y’all. I know you may not know me, but I’m kinda upset about somethin’ that’s been happenin’ with one of the blogs I look at. I shall leave them nameless, but seriously:
Do not send hate to people just because they write NSFW or about a character you don’t like.
I may be a writer who only does sfw ‘n only a few characters, but if someone wants to write for Schlatt or anyone else you may not like, let ‘em. Just block ‘em ‘n move on.
I have seen people leave tumblr entirely because of hate that has been sent to them left ‘n right. Let them be. If someone is truly problematic, that’s a different story.
