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Technoblade knew the gods were expecting his arrival from how the path opened up to welcome him.
Trees bent away, vines with thorns burrowed into the soft ground at his approach. Techno hauled the bag with offerings up on his shoulder and carefully stepped forward.
He could feel the divinity that lingered in the air here like a physical thing, alive. It wound itself around him, before settling on his shoulders with unexpected weight. But whatever it found there must not be a bad thing. Because the path remained open and Techno found no resistance as he made his way up to the temple.
He was very aware of the fact that he was treading ground that had not seen human feet in centuries. After the gods retired, they were left alone. Nobody was dumb enough to bother a bunch of deities that had let it be known in no uncertain terms they were done quarreling in mortal affairs. Nobody, except the rulers of Techno's country.
They had come up with the grand idea to send the reclusive gods some gifts. And that - hopefully - would soften them up enough to lend an ear to their desperate plea for more power against their enemies. A plea that Techno was chosen to deliver, picked from among the regiment of royal guards for this important task.
His boots made soft, ringing noises against the marble steps. As he walked the long anteway that led into the heart of the temple, it seemed deserted. Yet Techno swore he could hear the echoes of laughter and the light music of a guitar. He could feel the gaze of curious eyes on him. The youngest of these gods, the sons of the chosen. One with a domain of mischief and fire, the other ruling over music and transformation.
Yeah, Techno was not an idiot. He had done his research.
At long last the hallway came upon the throne room. The ceiling was high enough that Techno could barely see it, only the tapestries of black silk and woven stars that gleamed from above him. The Goddess of Death looked down at him with a tepid smile. On her left, there was a chair for her husband, her angel. He lounged upon it much like a mortal would: with crossed legs and relaxed posture.
Both of them seemed pretty chill at first glance, but Techno knew how deceiving that could be. He would need to follow all codes of polite conduct if he didn't want to risk the wrath of a god who felt slighted.
So he took to one knee, the bag sliding off his shoulder onto the ground with a light thud from all the gold and precious gemstones inside. Treasures worth more than Techno could earn in a lifetime.
"Our Lady," he said, addressing the divine with the highest power. "I have come from the lands of Hypixel to humbly request you accept their gift."
A heavy silence hung over the room, Techno kept his eyes on the polished floor throughout it.
"A gift?" Her voice was clear as crystal glass, sweet as spun sugar. "Well, don't be shy then. Come closer, dear."
Techno stood and felt himself move before conscious thought was put to the action. As if it was not fully by choice. He swallowed, glancing at the bag of trinkets forgotten behind him as he stepped closer to the throne before kneeling again.
The Goddess of Death inclined her chin, looking down at him. Her eyes were deep purple. Techno felt he could get lost in them.
Then she waved her hand and before Techno could blink, the angel stood before him. His large black wings were spread behind him, though the feathers only ruffled softly when fingers settled on his chin. His face was tilted up.
"What is your name?" The angel asked.
Techno wanted to tell them it was irrelevant. He was only an envoy, here to deliver a cargo and leave. His lips were moving before that thought could properly form.
"Technnoblade, sir."
The angel's smile spread into a wicked grin. "Oh no, none of those formalities, mate. Not if we're keeping you." He looked over his shoulder. "Love, you're seeing what I'm seeing, right?"
"I do believe so," Lady Death said. Then she sighed, amused. "My, how hypocritical of us. We did tell them we wanted nothing to do with them anymore."
"They fucking knew. But they tried anyway." A thumb pressed into Techno's cheek. He knew he should be scared, in the presence of such overwhelming power. Something in his brain refused to connect. Those purple eyes watched him, read him. They saw him.
"Well, we can't fault them when the gift they send us is this perfect." When the Goddess spoke, it was with such fondness in her voice.
Techno blinked, confused. The bag of offerings was not even a blip on their radar anymore.
"Indeed," her angel agreed. He finally let go, only to pull Techno up by the elbow instead. His fingers stayed there, curled around tightly. "I will let the mortals know that we accept their gift. And that we'll take very good care of him."
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AKA: Dark SBI AU where Techno is an envoy sent to deliver a gift to the gods. Except the gods mistake him for the gift and decide they're quite happy to keep him.
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Ahhh, since the poll result comes out with moon!Techno and sun!Dream, I want to share the AU that I have come up with, literally an hour ago! Now buckle up!
- there are two society; sun (solar) and moon (luna) and they were strictly separated and prohibited from mixing due to an ancient prophecy that if they were to met, a great disaster will befall them.
- Solar is always morning; Luna is always night.
- Solar is led by XD the supreme guardian; Luna is sheltered by Blood God the mighty champion
- the ranking of solar and luna is determined by their core light, i.e the brighter a solar sun, the higher their ranking while it is the opposite for luna
- the name of the society is subjected to change after I find a prettier sounding one 😂
- Dream is son of XD; the prince of solar while Techno is Blood God’s protege. Solar rule by lineage while Luna rule by potential.
- Dream is a curious bean and always wants to venture out! To see the other side, so there have been many shenanigans where he tries to sneak out. He was stopped by XD every time though.
- Techno having only ever live with the gentle shine of the moon was curious about Solar, wondering if they are as strong as the warriors of Luna (since Luna rules by potential/strength, Luna tends to train as warrior)
- Dream accidentally cross the border because coincidentally Techno was close to the border too. The disturbance of the purest energy forms of Solar and Luna cause the barrier to be unstable and Dream fell into Luna, right on top of Techno.
- Techno is baffled and immediately disappointed when Dream seemed so scrawny, which of course offended Dream and they fought.
- At first Techno wanted to return Dream to Solar but Dream is too stubborn and insisted to stay and explore a bit. At this point, neither of them know of each other status.
- Dream dragged Techno around to explore Luna, allowing Techno to see the beauty of Luna in an entirely different view. He of course mocked Dream for being a hopeless romantic, but couldn’t help enjoy their time together.
- Time passed and odd things started to happen. The moon dimmed and an eclipse begins to form.
- it was then Phil, the advisor found them and freaked the hell out, because what do you mean you have been wandering around with the lost prince of Solar? Everyone thought Luna kidnapped the prince and now they are on the verge of war.
- Concerned, the two rushed back the border to stop the impending war but was hindered by assassination attempts on Dream’s life. A group of heretics wanted to push the blame to Luna and overthrow both societies once and for all in the midst of all the chaos.
- now lost in the mysterious space within the border, the two had to navigate their way out before it is too late.
- but what is it? Why is Dream’s light fading? What is going to happen? I wonder.
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cdnb prompt: after his first encounter with ctechno, cdream uses high heels shoes bc doesn't want to look so short next to him and in the middle of doomsday ctechno finds out about this
OK. Let me see if I still got it.
He doesn't notice, at first. There's too much more things going on in his life to even begin to think about it.
Dream's sudden growing sprout is one of those things that he misses in the middle of everything, but still takes notes, waiting for the second he can finally go hibernate and think about it. In fact, he was waiting for that little retrive to capture everything about Dream and just shove it in a box and stop having to take note of everything that Dream does.
He is not repressed, chat. Shut up.
He doesn't notice, and he plans on not noticing, until Dream's little grubby, greedy, slender and surprisingly well cared for hands--until Dream gets him involved like the meddlesome man he is. Suddenly they were walking towards L'manberg's demise as Dream has wanted since basically forever, and Techno realizes --only the slightless bit regretfully-- that he played right into his hand. With horror, he finds himself anything but angry at being so easily led to a solution that benefits Dream and only Dream; rather, he thinks it's a little endearing, and that cannot be possible.
He tried to remind himself about how terrible Dream is as they walk, but the man is anything but subtle, there's a pep to his step--hes practically walking without his soles touching the ground from how excited he is, and he's talking Techno's ear off about how he plans to build the platform for the bombs, and he can hear his shit-eating grin as he discusses how little of L'manberg there will be left.
He's only a pig, after all. So he takes note of all of it, and tries his best to ignore it. He ignores, too, the way they're basically the same size, towering over Philza who's actually doing his job at scouting the terrain so they're undetected at dawn. He pretends he just trusts Philza's judgement, and not that he's terribly charmed by the other man.
This wasn't always the case. Once upon a time, Dream was at least a foot shorter, and more irritating than lovely, and he didn't talk about destruction. There was a hesitancy that Techno recognized as human. He had overcome doubt, and thus, humanity--while remaining mortal. Techno... was intrigued by that. (He'll only stop denying this fleeting crush once it's efficiently death and the recipient of his current adoration is long gone, he promises.)
Now, he's tall and regal, and as deathly as ever. He's a wildfire, a burning lamp. Techno is better than a moth.
His eyes still rake over the figure as he starts towering up, occupying only the faint morning lights as guide. Techno notes the possible enchanted nature of his mask, and hates himself for it.
It's as he's watching, that he notices.
"Bro, are those high heels?" And all at once Dream's height makes sense, even though it shouldn't matter to Techno. He's still gawking at the man who's--blushing. That's a blush on the edge of his ears, not covered by a hoodie for once.
"That's--shut up, don't be an idiot." He hisses, his mask suddenly pointing towards Philza as if scared he'll hear. Oh, this is fascinating.
"Nothin' wrong with being fashionista, I tell you." Techno says, smug, leaning the faintest bit down to look at Dream directly. "But a man that's, ah, homeless... you would think he had better priorities than heels."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE A HOUSE!" Dream shrills, effectively making Techno lean away. Then his arms cross on front of his torso, the picture of a diva. The heels are a deep green, and they click as he steps back. Oh, how didn't Techno notice?
You were trying hard not to notice, chat whispers. Then, of course, it notices it has Techno's attention. eee, EEE, DREAMSIMP, dream dream dream, Dream in chat, hi techno :), eeeE, STOP SIMPING.
"Not denying the fashionista allegations, I see." Techno replicates. His companion huffs, and then turns back to finally get to tower up. And this time Techno allows himself to notice the shape of his legs--and no, he's not being weird, Dream's ass is on the way okay-- and the way it curls with the distinct form of a trained heel wearer. Techno has no thoughts about Dream's skintight pants nor the way the heels are beautifully integrated into his body, to the clear attention to detail Dream used to pride in, that he still has.
Something in Techno's chest aches. But it's barely morning, and they have a job to do.
"If you wanted to see how it felt to be tall," he calls back, placing a lazy hand around to make his voice sound louder. "You could've just asked for me to carry you."
SHUT THE FUCK UP, Dream whispered in chat.
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Lovegame
Vox x female reader
Chapter one
Never in her life has she seen a sky, red like velvet, no sun just a pentagram. Where was she… She ran down the hill unsure of where she might stay for the night. Every shop had to do something with hell, it was pretty out of her ordinary life. Could she really be in hell. The last thing she remembered was a car. Everyone looked strange, some demons looked like animals. Other demons looked liked a mixure between human and animal, some demons ate their companions,. She was scared, alone and did not even know how she got there. She decided to go into a club, maybe she could meet someone there to go sleep. If it worked in Hollywood it will work here as well. Some demons stood in front of some screens. They looked like flies, hellhounds, rotten butterflies, everyone had something twisted in them.
“Vox entertainment stock reaches an all time high.”
“Vox tec is shining with new technology to keep you safe.”
“Vox tec keeps you safe”
“Trust us” Those praises and commercials ran trough every television, computer, phone and billboard in hell. Hell it’s funny that she ended here. She never thought that heaven or hell exists. Now she felt really stupid.
She saw how famous this ‘’Vox’’ was and how many people glued in front of his screens, his influence was present. If anybody knew one or two things about influence it must have been her. How she despised the fame. The night was still young, especially in hell there is always something going on. ‘’If I am already in hell I can still make the best of it. Can´t get any worse. Maybe there is a Club or a Bar where I can find a place to sleep otherwise I might and up as an easy meal.’’ She tought.
Amidst the chaos and clamor the consent club is a haven for the most adventurous demons of hell. Of course the Club belonged to one of Valentinos close friends. “Vox what is going on your so stressed, Chico. Always working and stressed. Maybe you should shoot your lowest paying employees too. That helps a lot.” Vox sighed. “I wish to shoot them sometimes but it´s not good for the image of Vox tec, you know.” Vox never could deal with stress like his hot heated friend. It´s not his business. “You know I have whores for every fantasy you could ever have. “Valentino whispered with a mischievous grin. They sat in one of the most exquisite launches drinking Vodka and champagne, smoking cigars ignoring all their future worries while the techno music blasted through the dancefloor. Vox was focused on his drink while Valentino scanned the dancefloor for a quite some time. “Oi Vox, darling look at this beautiful Chika. She seems like your kink! I bet I can make her a Star.” At first Vox scanned the crowed the ocean of drunk and drugged demons, it almost made it hard to single out someone. Certainly, it didn´t help that Val was smoking like a chimney, red smoke blurring the TV demons sight.
There she was. His LEDs led up. He has never been so captivated, intrigued and tempted in his life before. Vox a demon who only cared about money and power was interested in an demon? Val couldn´t believe his eyes. It must be snowing in hell, surely. She didn’t look like a demon at all. His eyes fixed on a woman unlike any he had ever seen. She was shrouded in an air of mystique and allure, her almost angelic beauty as captivating as the flickering lights of the club. She embodied every fantasy Vox has ever harbored. Vox’s friend and frequent patron of the “consent” Club noticed Vox´s gaze with a smile. “Well, well, Vox, what do we have here? Caught in the throes of infatuation?” They watched her dancing. For someone who seems so innocent she danced like the devil. The music pulsing through her veins and stringing her like a puppet.
Vox´s LED cheeks flushed. His wires sparked, uncontrollable, he rebooted and felt like he has been born in this very moment. His big charming smile had a dark, primal note. “She´s… she´s something else, Valentino” he murmured, his voice laced with awe. Valentino chuckled his eyes gleaming with predatory interest. “I know exactly what she is Vox. She is a rare find, a woman who knows what she wants and isn´t afraid to take it.” He leaned a little bit closer “I´ve been watching her for a while now and I believe that she might be the key to a very lucrative deal, indeed.”
Vox´s eyes widened, his fascination momentarily overshadowed by Valentino´s words “A deal?” he asked, intriqued.
“It’s a plan. A plan that could make us very powerful.” As Valentino began to outline his plan, Vox found himself drawn to a web of intrigue and temptation. The promise of riches and influence was intoxicating, Vox could not resist this power. Deep down he couldn´t shake off the image of her smile. This was his ticket to get to the top. Maybe this must be at the cost of something far more precious. His heart.
He kept watching. There was something odd about her. She had the aura, the looks, the smile. Some demons came up to her to ask her for a picture. ‘’Odd’’ Vox thought. If she is famous he should know her, if it is a more sexual kind of fame Valentino definitely knew her by name. ‘’ Vox, honey you know that we are in a sex club, right. Maybe you should go talk to her.’’ Valentino proposed. In this moment he wanted to punch him to the ground. How can Val think that she is up for something like that. ”I bet she is into you Vox. The ladies have a thing for you, your just too busy to notice it.’’ He said with a seductive tone in his voice. “I noticed that, I am not too busy. I am not interested.’’ He stated as Valentino rolled his red eyes. The Party continued and the crowed grew lager every second. There was no universe in which Vox lost her. He smirked, she is really gorgeous and parties like there was no tomorrow. ‘’If you find her, get her pretty ass to my afterparty. It will be in our headquarters.’’
Amidst the cacophony of the opulent party, Vox stood there confused his imposing figure exuding an aura of otherworldly power and mystery. His red eyes glew, like twin orbs of pulsating light, scanned the crowd, searching for a solution to a dilemma that had him on edge.
Valentino, a figure of immense power and volatile temper, had tasked him with finding and convincing her for the night's festivities. The task was simple, yet the stakes were high. Valentino's unpredictable moods were legendary. Sensing his gaze, Isabel turned towards him, her emerald eyes sparkling with intelligence and curiosity. Vox found himself momentarily lost in their depths, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The flickering lights complimented her body and she looked even hotter than before. With a mix of determination and a hint of trepidation, Vox approached Isabel, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to strike a deal with her, a mutually beneficial arrangement that would appease Valentino's demands while providing Isabel with temporary shelter in the chaotic realm of Hell. Also it would made her stay with him.
"My lady," Vox began, his voice a low, smooth baritone, "I find myself in a rather peculiar predicament. My college, Valentino, has requested my presence at his gathering, but I find myself without a suitable companion." He smiled a hint of nervousness on his face.
Isabel raised an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And how might I be of assistance, sir?" she inquired, her voice laced with a playful challenge.
Vox paused, his expression turning serious. "I propose a bargain," he declared, his eyes locking with hers. "In exchange for your company at this evening's festivities, I offer you temporary refuge in my humble abode, a sanctuary from the harsh realities of Hell. I mean without protection you are an easy target."
Isabel considered his proposal, her mind racing with the implications. On one hand, the thought of spending an evening with this enigmatic demon intrigued her. On the other, she was wary of entering into an arrangement with someone who, by all accounts, was a powerful and volatile overlord. I mean don’t talk to strangers doesn’t count in hell, does it.
"And what of your college, Valentino?" she asked, her voice laced with caution. "Will he not object to your taking me under your wing?"
Vox smiled, revealing a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Rest assured, my lady," he assured her, "Valentino will not be the least bit surprised by my choice of companion. He has a discerning eye for beauty, and I believe you would meet his standards." Vox said his voice became a bit deeper than usual as he took her and gave it a small kiss.
Isabel couldn't help but smile back, intrigued by Vox's confidence and the hint of playfulness in his demeanor. "Very well," she agreed, her voice laced with a hint of daring. "I accept your offer, demon." He smiled it was very charming almost hypnotizing. ‘’Call me Vox.’’ He insited as Isabel began to giggle. They danced for a little bit and Vox seemed to calm down, almost loosing his guard. He has never felt like this before. They left the party together and went trough hell to his office. She followed him quietly, trying not to steal the spotlight or become the center of attention. One of her special talents in the human world, she never knew how she got into those situation but she hated the fake love and attention. Her childhood dream became a nightmare to live in. Maybe hell isn’t so bad after all.
‘’This is my place.’’ He said as they entered the escalator. This afterparty was one hell of an event. She was used to opulent festivities in Hollywood but this was something no human sould could truly experience or process. In all of the chaos many people complimented Vox and his special guest. They drank quite a lot and took a bit to far. They danced completely wasted and she touched him a little bit. At first she touched his strong arms with her hands. Vox could not believe that she actually touched him. After he melted under her fingers, she stroked his extraordinary face. In this moment he fell head over heals into a pit where only she could get him out. This was the best night he ever had. As the new day began and the night faded away, they climbed onto the roof. She listened to the TV demon as he began to tell her that his life here was far from ordinary. They had a view across hell, which was incredibly calming. “What do you do when Valentino doesn’t want to go into a club?” She asked. ‘’I work, Valentino and Velvet are a bunch of work and the multitude of companies and Ideas are very time consuming. How did you get here’’ He asked. She shook her head, looked very tired and looked defeated into the sky. “I don’t think that I am here just jet. The last thing I remember is my car.”
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Haiii!! These headcanons have been amazing!!! Could I perhaps ask for a Dr.Flug X Reader where they're a famous popstar, please?? tysm!! <3
Dr. Flug X Popstar!Reader
a/n: eeee of course I can write this!! This is a really cute idea, I hope you enjoy!! Im working my way through a few of your guy's requests so bare with me! I plan on maybe doing a few drabbles or headcanons for some other fandoms within the following days so keep a look out for that!
fandom: Villainous/Villainos
words: 1026
cw: none! just super cute fluff!
(PLATONIC):
Now that you were starting to gain more and more popularity amongst people, you had been wanting to expand your musical talent to all reaches of life, whether it be good or bad.
Being a famous popstar made it easy to get connections, thankfully, and a little birdie had told you about the infamous ‘Hat Island” that was rumored to be crawling with villains, owned by none other ‘Lord Black Hat’ himself.
You were by no means a saint, let alone a hero, and thought that everyone deserved to have the joy of music, even those of lower status. So what do you do? Schedule a meeting with the most feared villain known to man!
Imagine Flug's surprise when he opens the door to see you standing there.
The man about damn near faints on the spot. A famous super-star, standing right in front of him? AND they're cute?? Oh boy.
He had heard of you when Demencia would loudly blast her music from her boombox, Obnoxious yes, but he would absentmindedly find himself humming your tunes or tapping his foot to the beat while he worked in the lab, much to his dismay.
Eventually that led to him listening to you in his (very little) free time, and he, actually?? Enjoyed?? It??
Now, the tricky part was going to be trying to convince Black Hat to let you hold a concert on his island, This old man intimidated tf out of you, if looks could kill you’d be dead before you even stepped into his office. But, you tried to remain confident.
You offer to pay him for compensation, and give him a small percentage of the profits from your show. How can he refuse that offer? It’s money! He reluctantly agrees to your proposition, and you sign a temporary contract.
For extra gratitude you offer him and his henchman VIP tickets for your show, Black Hat scowls, saying something along the lines of “that frivolous techno music gives me a headache..” But! He doesn't deny his henchmen going!
Of course you don't leave without the eldritch putting the fear of god into you.
Demencia vigorously shakes Flug in excitement, when she finds out they have VIP tickets to your performance, for once the doctor’s eyes light up.
The night of your performance happened to be one of his best memories, he was absolutely enthralled by your singing, and he got to witness all up close!
When he comes backstage to meet you after the show he nearly faints again. You thought he was kind of cute for that really.
You excitedly greet him and his group and chat for a while. Answering questions and sharing stories, you actually find out the two of you have a lot in common! As the evening wraps up you pull him aside privately to give him your number, if he ever wanted to chat. HE NEARLY FAINTS AGAIN.
(ROMANTIC):
That’s how you two began talking. You texted frequently, excitedly sharing each other's interests. Sometimes you’d snap a photo before or after a performance, and he’d send you pictures of his latest invention, or his model airplane collection.
It’s actually you, that ends up asking him out on a date. Through a video call, his reaction was adorable, he looked almost in disbelief but dumbly nodded his head to your confession.
The both of you lead busy lives, so you carefully plan out when you can visit and when he can get the time off. (He sucks up to Black Hat for an entire week).
You settle on something quiet and not far away, you didn’t want to be bombarded by fans or paparazzi during your small visit. It’s at a small cafe, Flug claimed it made the best coffee he’s ever had.
He watches all of your shows btw. Man’s is committed. Whether that be streaming the concert on his phone while he works or going to your shows/events in person whenever you visit the island again. It’s also a plus that he enjoys your music!
You singing to him, ouGHHHH. He’s starstruck every time, entranced by your voice. He really thinks of you as an angel, maybe a siren.
Love songs!! You write several dedicated to him while your dating, he nearly cries when you reveal this to him. Who am I kidding? He totally cried.
He makes you cute little gadgets to make your life a little easier. Like a custom-made microphone for your shows, you use it every time <3.
You SPOIL him. You get that bag (pun intended) and you think he deserves to be treated with everything he could possibly want.
If you ever meet 5.0.5 you best believe you’re treating that bear like your own son. He’s such a sweetie, how could you not? And if you sing him little lullabies to help him fall asleep?? Flug’s heart almost bursts out of his chest. How did he get so lucky??
He often wonders how he bagged you (pun intended). He's pretty insecure of himself already, it really is a mystery to him. He almost feels like he doesn't deserve any of it at all. But of course, you see right through his act, and reassure him endlessly.
You both keep the relationship on the downlow, mainly for your sake. He didn't want your reputation to be ruined if the press found out you were dating a notorious supervillain. You had told him you didn't care what the public thought, but he insisted.
There are numerous photos of you on his phone, not in a creepy way though. Most of them are selfies of two of you, or from photoshoots/concerts. He def has you as his screensaver.
You loooove peppering his bagged face with kisses. He gets so flustered it's adorable!! He secretly loves them. If you wear lipstick, you love seeing the aftermath of your kiss attack, his face painted in a lovely shade of red.
Overall, being in a long-distance relationship definitely has its ups and downs, but Flug thinks it’s all worth it, especially for you, he’s willing to give it a try. How romantic.
#black hat organization#villainous#dr flug#x reader#dr flug x reader#headcanons#villainos#dating headcanons#black hat villainous#blackhat#drflug#drflugxreader#plsprotecthimatallcostoHMYGOD#gender neutral reader#popstar!reader
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BBB royalty au
Gopal, Fang, Yaya and ying!
Their not really royalty
But they are whom the catalyst is in interest of (technically friends)
Well fang is someone boi hasn't met yet but first
They dont have their actual powers
They belong to their perspective sections
Gopal is from the earth section, the gems that you see around his clothes are peace jades, in the earth section, hes a gemstone miner and a lapidary.
Boi came across him when he's doing his first job in the mines. Gopal had an interesting character that made Boi laugh, despite Gopal actually being nervous since hes infront of the catalyst, he tried playing it off cool
But boi, he kinda just observed him, more likely follow him, so Gopal fumbled his first job but Boi gave him an opportunity to be with him, this offer immediately made gopal comfortable with boi, giving him a shoulder hug and everything
Yes the guards with boi was on guard when it happened, but boi laughed it off so the guards saw no harm
Yaya's outfit is based off a pink edged sulphur, a butterfly, which means she's in the wind section. She doesnt have gravity, just wind magic. She's a collector, Collectors are people who are sent to pick up and search several items, their given a list of it of course.
First-time collectors are given a simple list of things to find, if they are able to get all of it by the end of the week, they become accepted as a collector. She was out trying to find a specific flower(which she couldnt find) until she ran into boi who had that flower which she was looking for
Of course she was a bit hesitant to ask since this was the catalyst, but boi offered the flower and she thankfully took it. She was able to accomplish her list and was accepted. But nevertheless boi came at their station and was able to meet her again.
Interested, he stayed for a while and saw how dedicated and amazing she was at her job, bonded with her a bunch of times too
Thats when he decided to offer her a place with him. She didnt know what to choose until boi says that she doesnt have to quit her job and that she could leave anytime.
She accepted
Ying, she belongs to light section and was an assistant in the biggest library of the section. Shes very fast using light magic
She knows what to search and to get when someone asks her. Boi came in there to search for something, but of course, due to how big the place is, he had to ask her. But she kept moving so it kinda led to a type of goose chase.
That is until ying finally bumped into boi. Noticing how tired the young catalyst looked, they both rested for a while. Had a lottle talk, boi remembered what he wanted to find and ying got it to him. They shared the book together and had a few laughs. He allowed ying to come to catalyst's palace anytime she wanted. Perhaps if he wants a few book. And she agreed.
For Fang, i cant form a full explanation to how they met yet, but all i could say is he's from the techno section, someone who also is magicless but able to form his own tech to forge physical shadows. He kinda ended up in the light section, had some complications there and when he did met with boi, they had an argument
A little fight even, well, since fang stayed in the light section, everytime boi does meet him, they kinda end up in an argument or fight
Yeah thats the kokotiam! And how they met boi!
#boboiboy#boboiboy galaxy#art#bbb royalty au#boboiboy fang#boboiboy gopal#boboiboy yaya#boboiboy ying
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The fact that it was his character acting as an anarchist and disagreeing with the presidency that was one of the factors that led up to this… just sucks man
he's getting the technoblade treatment for real.
the dsmp fandom was genuinely so gross to techno. people where calling him and his character emotionless. saying he betrayed his '''family''' when cc!techno stated they were not related, at all, and continuing to ignore his stance on this.
people made posts about how his style of rp was bad because it was too light-hearted and broke the fourth wall too much which okay, then it's not for you! respect what the man wants to do!
it was so awful, they twisted him and his character.
and now people who can't tell rp from real life are going after bad who is one of the kindest people in the mcyt sphere, always has something good to say about everyone, is having to call people out multiple times because they just can't be normal towards him and instead are treating him terribly.
i hope people listen to him this time. i think more cc's should speak up about this sort of thing, draw a stronger divide between their character and themselves, and let their fanbases know it's not okay.
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I think you're worth holding onto PT4
Ayo besties I return from the void. This chapter is brought to you by the Undertale soundtrack and not wanting to do my uni worksheets <3. Also I'm really mad because I can't get the link for Part 2 to work on any of these posts and it's clearly all tumblr's fault.
@wolfythewitch, I understand that there is a strong Odyssey fixation atm but I have brought you an offering my liege.
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Philza has learnt a few things about Technoblade over the course of his sickness. The first being that the kid really loves potatoes. It didn’t matter how ill and uninterested in food he felt, if Phil put a potato in front of Techno, he would eat it. Even if he threw it up a couple of hours later.
Phil is a notorious worrywart. And having Techno sick in bed as a consequence of trying to meet Phil makes him think about the boy’s journey. Whether they were warm enough, if the weather was decent, if they had to walk the entire way? He’s especially concerned as to whether they were able to acquire enough for both of them. Because Tommy is young and Techno is a mage. Both kids and magic require fuel and a failure to supply it can be catastrophic.
But despite Phil’s worries, Techno manages to keep his food down after the first day. Sure he’s only eating mashed potatoes but it’s still something. And it honestly brings joy to his heart when he sees Techno’s face light up at the plate of potatoes.
And Phil laughs because he’s never met someone so in love with one food.
(And Phil cries because Wilbur never managed to keep any food down when he was sick.)
The second is that cabin fever sets in incredibly quickly for Techno. It didn’t even take a full day before he was complaining and trying to get out of bed despite how weak his legs were. There were many times Phil watched as Techno attempted to escape his plush prison, too sick to actually succeed.
Except there was one time Philza had left Techno alone so he could make dinner that night. He had assumed that the boy would be too tired that day to try and get up, and it wasn’t like Phil could just not feed them all. But apparently the second Phil took his eyes off him, Techno decided it was time for bad ideas! Which led to both Phil and Tommy being incredibly alarmed when they heard a thump from the bedroom.
What they discovered when they ran into the room was Techno. On the floor. Desperately trying to extract his legs from where he’d caught them in his blankets. Nobody had been impressed by the situation, and once Techno was back into bed and given the scolding of his life, he complained.
And Phil laughs because it's so simple, but Tommy was doing the exact same thing just a few days ago.
(And Phil cries because Wilbur could never manage to make it out of bed on his worst days, his very existence weighed down by something he couldn't control.)
The third is that Techno for all his silence is wonderful to talk to. The boy is incredibly intelligent and he has a wicked sense of humor. He has a love for the mythological, especially Greek. Phil has had the pleasure of listening to Techno recount his favorite myths. The way he tells them may be a tad unconventional, but honestly? Phil hasn’t had this much fun in years.
But at the same time, Techno is so clearly unused to talking to people outside of Tommy. There’s an awkwardness in how he talks to Phil, like he isn’t really sure what he’s doing. And there is a likelihood he’s naturally awkward. That Techno would communicate in the same way even if he was used to others. It comes across in Tommy as well, in how blunt he is with his feelings and questions.
But alas, Phil has become prone to worrying in recent years. His brain will latch onto anything that could be perceived as a problem and rotate it around in his head. But here, looking after Techno and listening to him talk, Phil can’t help but feel more content than he has in a while.
And Phil laughs because Techno has a way with words that is captivating.
(And Phil cries because Wilbur also had a way with words, Wilbur was able to spin tales from nothing and captivate people with only some words and a smile.)
The last thing is that Techno, in all his charm and awkwardness, holds a lot of similarities to Wilbur.
Phil laughs because he’s like Wilbur.
(Phil cries because he’s nothing like Wilbur.)
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Technoblade doesn't know how to feel about this Philza Minecraft.
He's a completely different man from the stories he and Tommy grew up hearing.
The Philza from the legends and rumors was powerful, a magical prodigy and a kind soul above all else. The man in front of Techno is different. He doesn't carry himself like one of the most revered men in the world. He doesn’t appear as if he once held the might of nature in his very hands. He doesn’t look like High Wizard Philza Minecraft, Advisor to the King and Master of the Arcane Arts.
The Philza in front of him looks… tired. Sad.
And Techno doesn’t know how to feel about it. Because while he didn’t really have any expectations for what Philza would look like, this blows it all away.
He just looks like… Phil. Weird old Phil who talks to crows like they talk back.
Who still hasn’t kicked him and Tommy out yet.
Because here’s the thing, Techno and Tommy are resource drains. They’re two extra people in a house built for one. There’s only enough space and resources for Phil and Techno is expecting that it's only a matter of time before they’re asked to leave.
So he’s not surprised when one day Phil approaches him with a request.
What he isn't expecting, is what the request actually is.
“Come help me out in the garden mate”
Techno is shocked. “What?”
“Come help me in the garden. The storm swept away a good chunk of the crops so I want to get on top of that as soon as we can”
“But, why?”
“Well I can’t just let us go and starve now can I?”
“No, I don’t understand. Why haven’t you asked Tommy and I to leave”
It takes Phil a while to answer that one. He stills and gets lost in his head as Techno has watched him do so many times. And just as Techno begins to fear that he’s accidentally wandered into some unknown sorespot, Phil shrugs.
“I can’t. I won't Techno”
And Techno can’t reply to that. He doesn’t know how. So he follows Phil into the garden and learns to help.
Phil shows him how to safely fill up buckets in the river, and shows him how to rinse off any mud that remains on the plants. Phil shows him how to cover any revealed roots, how to identify and remove broken stems.
The process of saving the garden only takes a couple days, but Phil warns him that the garden itself needs constant upkeep.
And he grows to enjoy it.
Techno enjoys the constant and methodical calm that comes with looking after the plants. The routine of it grants him a peace that he's never found before, the garden grants him respite.
And once the yard work is finished, he and Phil will head back inside to wash up and then Techno spends the rest of the day reading or playing with Tommy.
But one day this pattern breaks.
Techno has just finished putting the tools away, when Phil gestures for him to follow, and he begins to walk into the forest.
Techno isn't sure where they're going. The forest is massive, there is so much more to it than the confined area the crows keep Tommy in.
But something about the way he walks makes Techno think that Phil knows exactly where they're headed.
They walk past clearings, over streams further into the trees until Phil comes to a halt. They’ve stopped in a clearing that contains a stream, the water clear and bubbling onwards. There’s a fallen log lying haphazardly on the ground and that’s what Philza lowers himself onto as he stares at the gurgling water.
“People tend to think of magic as this mysterious energy, as something to be utilized. I used to have people ask me what the trick was. How they could get so good at magic as well," Phil turns away from the stream now to look at him. Techno steps forward, his breath leaving his chest. Surely Phil can’t be…
"That's all bullshit. There is no secret and there never was one."
Phil reaches over to tap on Techno's chest. "This is where magic comes from. You. And nature. Magic is no more special than lightning or flame, it is simply another force within our world."
Phil sighs, and Techno can't help but think that Phil looks, sad. Resigned. And Techno doesn't know why but it makes him feel the same way as when Tommy cries.
"I’ll help you Techno, I’ll teach you how to stop treating your magic like lightning in a bottle”
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Orignal AU by Wolfy | AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | Part 4 |
#fanfiction#sbi#sbi fanfic#sbi au#mcyt#wilbur soot#wilbur mcyt#tommyinnit#tommyinit mcyt#philza#philza minecraft#technoblade#fanfic#lighting in a bottle au
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the guys' response to the infamous "would you love me as a worm" question
derek is an instant yes, no questions asked or further comments. the next day he sends you a picture of a worm habitat n says this is gonna be your guys home (yes both of you. you will be happy worms together)
MC: who's gonna take care of us if we're both worms?
DEREK: ....nico?
nico would n he'd put LED lights in there n play techno music for you. plays Bob Marley every Friday night
now cove definitely asks questions.
mc: JUST ANSWER IT STOP ASKING HOW
cove: BUT WHAF IF THERES AN EVIL WITCH TURNING EVERYONE INTO WORMS N I GOTTA PROTECT YOU
mc: thats cute but stfu n ANSWER ME
eventually says yes ofc and he'll make you a happy worm
now baxter... he's torn between saying yes bc he does love you even if youre being so silly rn but also he wants to fuck w you and say no
spoilers: he says yes but he can't protect you
FEEDS YOU TO THE FUCKING BIRDS
then after much laughter-choked arguing he agrees to put you in a jar w some dirt.... asshole 💀💀
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Hey, I was thinking of a oneshot request for MTMTE Rodimus, Megatron, Drift, Whirl, Tarn, Shatted Glass Optimus Prime and Bayverse Ironhide with a Cybertronian S/O who can transform into a weapon (and it depends on what weapon she turns to, depending on who the character she is with). I was thinking it could be a female S/O as well, to make it easier for you cause I'm aware that's a lot of characters lol. Thank you, have a good day/afternoon/night 🤗
oo this is a cool request! this was very fun to write especially since one of my ocs also transforms into a weapon..And I had to exclude Megatron and Ironhide since I sadly don't know how to write for them too well :(
Also I'll be uploading the oneshots separately so that the characters are easier to find and for organization purposes :D hope you don't mind. This post includes Rodimus and Drift
MTMTE Rodimus x Cybertronian!reader
Whenever danger sets afoot on the Lost Light or any other alien planet the crew makes a stop at, Rodimus is immediately looking at you with begging optics. Every time, you would sigh and know exactly what he meant.
Today was one of those cycles, the Lost Light had to make a stop at some random alien planet. According to Ultra Magnus and your significant other, the planet belonged to a bunch of techno-organics that weren't too welcoming to cybertronians. Or rather, which you learned too late, they weren't welcoming to any intruders.
"Alright, alright listen everyone! We're under attack, this planet is apparently defensive against us, but we'll be fi-" Another explosion ringed in the background. "we'll be fine!" Rodimus announced this to the whole crew, which were itching to fight or hiding within the ship.
"We're all gonna die!"
Someone in the crowd yelled, which led to more of the crew muttering to each other and doing the exact opposite of what Rodimus wanted. His optimistic smile faltered as he sighed. You were at his side, as always. You placed a servo on his shoulder in a comforting way.
"Hey, it's alright. We should go help out there though, system's scanner says they're closing in. How about we go protect the crew, yeah?" You said with a smile.
Rodimus seemed to perk up at this. Suddenly, a knowing grin crept onto his face. 3..2..1.."Does this mean...?" His striking blue optics stared down at you expectedly. There he goes. You sigh but nod your helm.
"Yes Rodimus. I'll turn into my alt mode.."
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Rodimus was the only bot you trusted enough to wield you in your alt-mode, which happened to be a rather cool-looking plasma rifle. With temperatures reaching to a scorching amount, you and him easily plundered through your attackers. Techno-organics and heat don't mix well, you learned. By the end of it, the nearby location was a nasty mess. But hey, at least you protected the Lost Light in an incredibly badass way. It's not every cycle they see a femme that can turn into a rifle and melt away at her enemies. Rodimus was proud of you, to say the least. He couldn't have a better/more badass conjunx.
He still holds you as you enter the Lost Light once again, to continue on your journey before the planet's inhabitants call for backup or something.
"Can I transform back now?"
"Hmm, nope. I need to make an announcement first, remember?"
"If you drop me again, I swear to Primus Rodimus..."
He groans, you were never going to forgive for that, were you?
MTMTE Drift x Cybertronian!reader
Early on when you embarked upon the Lost Light, you had quickly befriended the third-in-command. You happened to bond over your love for bladed weapons and swords, combat in general. As you got closer, those feelings for each other grew. You were so trusting of him despite his past, despite everything. And yet...he didn't know what your alt-mode was. You had mentioned to the crew and himself that you took the form of a weapon. When asked what kind, you kinda said it depended and left it at that. It wasn't until today that he just had to know.
"Y/N, sweetspark?" You heard your conjunx ask a your side. Currently, you were both in his hab suite, reading some old cybertronian literature Drift recommended. You lifted your helm from the datapad and let out a short hm?
"I never mean to intrude, but I'd still like to see your alt-mode..." HE asked rather cautiously. To be fair, it's not that you were ashamed or anything of your alt mode. However, the mode you chose truly depended on who er...handled you during combat. You have been with Drift for a while, you decided it wouldn't hurt to trust him enough for this. So you sat up from your spot and placed the datapad down.
"Okay, okay Drift. Here we go.."
Your alt-mode depended on your conjunx, gears and metal turned into place as your t-cog worked out its form. Not a second later you fell into Drift's servos, his optics widened as you finished transforming. He thought you were a sniper rifle or some type of gun, he never imagined you transforming into a beautiful and intricate blade. And there you were, on his servos. He would so much compare you to the Great Sword, powerful and he would give his absolute spark to you.
He'll admit, it's a bit trippy to be with a talking sword but he wouldn't change it for a thing. A soft smile made its way onto his face
"Thank you, Y/N."
#transformers x reader#transformers#mtmte x reader#mtmte#rodimus#lost light x reader#lost light#tf drift#mtmte drift#mtmte rodimus#rodimus x reader#drift x reader#cybertronian reader
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C!Niki Design Timeline
My thoughts about her design under the cut!
L’MaNiki
I have an art piece of everyone’s L’Manberg uniforms that Tumblr won’t let me link, but the general gist is that anyone who joined post revolution got to choose the shade of their coat, and got a light blue sash instead of a red one. They also don’t have the lines on the boots.
Elections
She dyed parts of her hair orange to match Fundy for coconut2020, and a lot of her outfit was styled to reflect to the people that she was loyal to L’Manberg - keeping the same collar shape as her uniform, wearing the same turtleneck, wearing the shoulder pads
Manberg
She dyed her hair! Niki tied the sash from her L’Manberg uniform around her leg as a sort of rebellious act against JSchlatt (which she did a lot of), showing she was loyal to Wilbur’s nation rather than his. She also tied the hairtie around her wrist. Her sweater is the mental-breakdown shade of pink that she dyed her hair later, showing that this was the start of her mental decline and that this was a massive period of loneliness.
Pogtopia
She cut her hair and put it up into pigtails so that it was out of the way while she was in the ravine. I headcanon that this was when she got Wilbur’s cloak and that he gave it to her once she joined. Also, despite not participating in a war yet she has a scar on her leg from being chased out of Manberg and murdered by Ponk on the day of Tubbo’s execution, which is what led to her joining Pogtopia. The L’Manberg hairtie is still on her wrist but the ones in her hair are the mental breakdown colour, however there is less of that pink on this design than the Manberg one as joining Pogtopia reunited her with many of her friends, so she didn’t feel as alone even if she was still scared.
Breakdown
This design is for the entirety of New L’Manberg, Doomsday, and the rocket duo arc, up until the point where she stopped trying to kill Tommy and focused more on her secret city (where she locked herself up due to sleepwalking and night terrors). This arc lasted a long time and goes acrosss multiple eras her appearance remained how it did from NLM because she had no motivation to change anything, despite usually taking pride in aspects of her appearance such as her hair (which had grown out slightly between Pogtopia and now). There is no a single reference to L’Manberg in this outfit but she does still have Wilbur’s cloak.
Healing arc
Niki’s healing began after joining the syndicate but I think the appearance change would not come until at least a few months after joining as she was still trying to find her sense of self again. When she did, she went back to her blonde hair but dyed half brown, like a reference to Ranboo and Puffy. She continues to wear Wilbur’s cloak but is now in a much classier fit, having spent too much time with Techno (who definitely gave her the gold). The L’Manberg hairtie is back, this time with a braid, because I think Syndicate braids is an even cooler concept than sbi braids
#dream smp#dsmp#niki nihachu#c!niki#c!niki fanart#l’manberg#dsmp elections#manberg#pogtopia#new l’manberg#doomsday#rocket duo#syndicate#art innit#dsmp fanart#c!niki analysis#id in alt text
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Beta Bonfire
Part 2 to Poppy's Secret Stash
@vacayisland
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Poppy smiled and stared at the now half-empty bookshelf. Her and Branch had spent the better half of a day going through each scrapbook she had made, deciding if it was worthy to stay or if it should be thrown out. She had a large box full of books to burn, and another, smaller box full of books she wanted to keep. She planned on bringing them tonight to pass around the bonfire they were having. "Do you think we should bring some marshmallows or hot dogs?"
"I don't think so," Branch said, effortlessly picking up the heavier box. "Jd and Bruce said they were taking care of the food. We just need to bring the fuel."
"Alright." Poppy picked up the lighter box and led Branch out of the pod. They walked to the edge of Pop Village, where Viva was already waiting with Floyd.
"¡Hola hermana!" Viva called out. "Thanks for inviting me tonight! I'm super psyched to be here tonight! What are we doing again?"
"We're burning some of my old scrapbooks! One of my friends is coming tonight to burn some of hers, too," Poppy said, setting her box down. "It's just the ones that are badly written, or make the boys uncomfortable. The big box is getting burned, but this one-" She pointed to the box at her feet. "Is staying untouched. I just wanted to show you some of my fantast-amazing work."
"Ooooh! Is there one about Clay?" Viva asked with a bright smile. "Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!"
Poppy just giggled and tossed a book over to her. "Knock yourself out, Viva." Poppy and Branch got to work making a pile with books and sticks, trying to place everything just right to account for maximum airflow and a long burn time.
"Need some more scrapbooks?" Someone asked as they came closer.
Poppy turned around and smiled brightly. "DJ!" She ran over and hugged her before taking the box away. "It's been forever! How've you been?"
"Pretty good! Lex is so nice and caring, and I have never been to so many raves in my life before! I swear, every celebration of any kind, there's a rave! It's so cool!"
"I thought Techno Reef was underwater. How to breathe down there?" Branch asked as he put her books in the pile.
"Bubble helmet," Suki said simply. She smiled and sat down by Viva, laying back on her hands and basking in the glow of the sunset. "I did miss the sun, though. You don't get a lot of light down there."
"Very true..." Poppy and the other made small talk as they waited for the rest of their little group. DJ and Viva were quick to become friends, and spent most of the time looking over the scrapbooks that weren't supposed to be burned. Poppy was able to get Floyd to spill about Branch's childhood, about the dance rehearsals, family sing-a-longs, and the everyday life in between. Poppy was gushing and giggling, giving Branch many, many hugs while he just smiled and rolled his eyes.
Eventually, JD rolled up with other two brothers in tow and Rhonda a safe distance from the fire. "Hey! Who's the cutie with the headphones?" JD asked as he got closer.
"That's my friend, DJ Suki. She lives in Techno Reef with her boyfriend~" Poppy said with a giggle.
"Me and Trollex are keeping it casual right now, so no he is not my boyfriend~" DJ said, copying Poppy's tone at the end.
"I give it two more weeks before you become official," Poppy teased with a smile.
DJ just rolled her eyes and got back to the scrapbook she had.
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A few hours had passed and the sun had set on Pop Village, leaving the little get-together illuminated only by the (very glittery and sparkle-y) bonfire. Poppy had been silent for a while, munching on raw s'mores ingredients while she wrote. Branch watched her carefully, noticing how her lips parted softly as she mumbled the words back to herself. Sometimes, she would scrunch up her nose and drag her eraser wildly across the page. Every once in a while, she would look up and bob her head side to side, as if she was trying to rattle the words out of her brain before going back to her writing.
"Whatcha got there, Popstar?" DJ eventually asked, breaking the Queen out of her trance.
"Oh, just working on some more fanfiction," Poppy commented before reaching for a marshmallow.
"No scrapbooks?" Branch asked with a little smile and eyebrow raise.
"Yeah. If we're gonna burn this again, it would be safe to avoid another glitter fire," she said, pointing to the bonfire as she got back to writing.
"Yeeeeaaah...." Bruce said, staring at the sparkles. "I don't think that's good for the environment...."
"Well... Let's just hope everything is ok until it isn't," Branch said simply.
"Anyway!" Viva exclaimed, trying to change the subjct off of ruining the environment. "Whatcha writing now?" She asked, trying to peek over her sister's shoulder. "Please tell me it's a sequel to Into the Brozone!"
"Hey, hey! No peeking!" Poppy giggled as she pushed her away. "It's just a first draft. But it's another book in The Dory's Pet series."
The brothers all gave an audible groan. "Seriously?" Clay asked. "How many have you written of those?"
"32!" Viva said confidently. "I counted them after I read them."
"33 if you include the one she threw out the window," DJ commented.
"How did you know about that?" Poppy asked.
"It hit me in the head," she said, pointing to the light purple bruise. "You need to watch where you're aiming."
"I wasn't really aiming anywhere...." Poppy mumbled. She felt a presence behind her and turned quickly, seeing Viva looking over her shoulder again to try and read her first draft. "I said no peeking!" She squealed, playfully smacking her and scooting away.
"Oh, c'mon! Just a little sneak peek?" Viva begged. "Just a little snippet. Please please please?"
"Alright, alright. It's just a first draft, so it's not the greatest," Poppy said as she sat upright. "Don't judge me." As everyone scooted just a little bit closer, leaning in to hear better, Poppy cleared her throat and began to read.
"The rain beat heavily against the window pane, a constant rhythm, a calming sound for all to hear. Which was interrupted by a hiss and a groan, followed by the clinking of metal.
"'Couldn't you be more careful?' Branch said, propping himself on his elbows to try and see what his nurse was doing. He was not-so-kindly shoved back down, forced to lie flat while she worked.
"'Be more careful?' Poppy asked. 'Like how you were careful when you got shot 12 times?' She said coldly, forcing another bullet out. She began to pour some rubbing alchohol on the wounds, ignoring his pained groans and hisses."
"Why am I the one who got shot?" Branch interrupted, faking a hurt look.
"Because you're the love interest," Poppy explained. "I can easily switch it to John Dory."
"Please no," JD said quickly.
Poppy gave him an evil smile and got back to reading. "She made quirk work of sewing up the wounds, tuning out his excuses. 'I don't care what you have to say! You need to be more careful! One of these days, I won't be around and you're gonna bleed out in an alley!' She stood up and threw the gloves away, hastily wiping her eyes.
"'I don't need you to care for me like damn child,' Branch growled, starting to wrap his torso with a bandage-"
"It's called gauze," Branch interrupted.
"¡Cállate!" Viva yelled.
"As I was saying..." Poppy said.
"'I don't need you to care for me like damn child,' Branch growled, starting to wrap his torso with a bandage. 'I can take care of myself.'"
"'Then why do you keep me around?' Poppy said shakily, trying to stave off her tears as she poured herself a glass of whiskey."
"You sure a little lady-" Clay said, trying to begin a joke.
"¡CÁLLATE!" Viva yelled. "Go on," she said as she turned her attention back to Poppy.
"'You know damn well why we keep you around,' Branch said, getting off the bed as he finished wrapping his torso."
"'Right. I'm just your consolation prize...' Poppy said. 'Just a stupid trophy to make you happy.' She drank the whole glass in one go, tears finally spilling over and falling down her cheeks."
"'You're not just a trophy-' Branch tried to say."
"'Then what am I?!' Poppy exclaimed. 'What am I to you?! Because every damn day, you and your brothers go out there, almost die, and I'm supposed to take care of you! Do you realize how hard it is?! Having to make sure the people I care about the most in this world don't die because of me?! Having to save your life every day?! Because it's hard, Branch!' Tears fell down like waterfalls, coating her cheeks as she screamed at him. 'It's hard trying to make sure you don't die because of me! So what am I, Branch? Am I just your nurse? Am I supposed to stop loving you with all my heart, soul, and being and just make sure you don't die?! Because I will! I will stop caring and just make sure you don't die...'"
"The room was silent, only filled with Poppy's shakey breath and thw rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain. Branch took a step closer, and Poppy took a step back. Soon, Branch had her up against the wall, boxing her in with his arms as he glared at her. 'You really think I don't care about you...?' He said softly, a hint of anger in his voice."
"Poppy could respond. She just stared up, her voice caught in her throat and too scared to speak."
The group fell silent, staring at Poppy with wide eyes. It was certianly odd to see such a happy troll like Poppy to be so...angry and full of rage, screaming those words with such passion. "You ok, Poppy?" DJ asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I'm good! This is just how I channel my anger." She smiled at her and set the book aside.
"You know, I think Mr. Dinkles is taking new clients, if you want therapy," Branch said.
"Nah, I'm good." She set her notebook aside and held up a bag. "Are you guys gonna finish these? Because if not then I'm eating them all and you can't stop me."
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Cállate means "Shut up" in Spanish. I headcannon Viva being fluent in english and spanish
#trolls brozone#trolls band together#trolls fanfic#trolls branch#trolls bruce#trolls john dory#trolls jd#trolls floyd#trolls viva#trolls poppy#trolls broppy#trolls dj suki#trolls brozone mafia au
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