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In which Technoblade sleep-teleports into someone's house and ends up changing his language of choice for scaring people during battles from Spanish to Enderman by CloudDragon
Fandoms: Dream SMP
06 Dec 2020
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Technoblade, a part-enderman who’s never met another of his kind before, accidentally teleports into Bad’s base in the middle of the night. It ends up being one of the oddest times he’s ever teleported on accident, and certainly the one he likes the best.
I have other ideas for this AU, so if people like this then I’ll probably write more for it. I’m thinking that this will eventually be romantic badblade(And please don’t get mad at me for that, I know it’s an odd ship) but the first chapter at the very least can be read as platonic if preferred. I don’t know when that’ll change as I haven’t written the rest yet.
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it's always harder on the quieter days by teddy (sir_george_1)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
30 Nov 2021
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Sometimes, he wants to show someone. Wants to give them a flower, eternally blooming, or sprout seeds from dry cracked soil. Tommy needs someone to look at him and actually see. They need to know that he is not made for destruction, that he is not useless, because the gods have blessed him with this, and he wants to show it to the world.
But he keeps it tucked away, vines creeping back beneath pale skin, flowers wilting and crushed underfoot. They will only ridicule him.
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Distantly, as if through bulletproof glass, she hears the sound of rushing water. She’s standing in front of the shower, watching his brow etched in concentration, watching as he sticks his hand into the water and almost comes out cursing. He makes a few adjustments before he looks back at her, brows furrowed.
“Okay, Sapulpa,” he murmurs. He taps her shirt gently. “Up you go.”
She registers distantly that he’s helping her undress as she pulls her sweater over her head. There are bruises from her fall all over her right side, her skin turning a purplish color.
His jaw ticks, but he says nothing, his eyes glancing from the bruises quickly away. He meets her eyes. “There you go. Think you can manage the rest?”
She nods, too tired to protest and too far gone to blush.
If he had asked her any other day…
“Good. Guess I’ll uh…” Tyler scratches behind his neck, turning around to walk out the door.
“Ty?”
It’s the first thing she’s said in five minutes.
He turns around. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
His eyes soften. “Anytime, Sapulpa.”
He turns around again, but this time, he doesn’t try to leave.
She thinks she might fall apart if he did.