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Hiiiiiiii! Can I get some headcannons of Technoblade, Phil, and Ranboo with an S/O (preferably she/her) that dresses with a steampunk aesthetic and her house is all steampunk too?

 Omg, I love the Steampunk aesthetic so much, if I was able to buy stuff to look like that I absolutely would :0 Anyways, enjoy!

(I assume that you mean an S/O for only Techno and Philza and a platonic friend for Rabnoo :>)

~~Technoblade, Philza, and Ranboo with a S/O that dresses in Steampunk~~

Warnings: Mentions of suffocation.

Technoblade

  He doesn't often admit it, but he loves the way you dress.

  It looks like his outfit, but more stylish (he'll never admit that part)

  He might try to wear steampunk to match you, but finds it to be too uncomfortable for him and slows him down a bit too much so he just leaves the beauty of steampunk to you.

  And if you're able to fight while wearing that kind of clothes? He has so much more respect for you (and confusion on how you do it.)

  Other than that he doesn't really care much about it. When he sees your house for the first time he isn't exactly shocked by the way it looks since it does perfectly match your aesthetic, but he just didn't expect your aesthetic to reach your house (to this extent, at least.)

  He isn't very good at showing his love, but he sometimes tries in the form of gifts! He often makes accessories for you that you could wear to match your outfits (He eventually gives you so many that you can wear at least two in each different outfit, but you still appreciate it.)

  Corset Techno is a big headcanon of mine, so he totally knows how to help tighten and loosen your corset for you if you need help.

  He trusts you to take care of yourself so he doesn't bring stuff around with him in case something goes wrong, but he also has been wearing a corset long enough to tell when you haven't eaten or drank enough, or just straight up can't breathe.

  But hoh boy if anyone tries to take advantage of any part of your clothes (specifically your corset) he will become even MORE protective and will be actually concerned about the way you dress.

  But he just wants you to be safe, he doesn’t want to lose you to anyone.

Philza

  He doesn't really notice at first?

  The first thing that he ever saw you in looked similar to Techno's clothes, so he saw nothing different about it.

  But when you got more comfortable around him and started wearing more obviously steampunk clothes and accessories, he became more interested in it.

  He does appreciate his ability to fly, so he doesn't go full steampunk with you, maybe just stealing wearing one or two of your accessories every once in a while. And if you have cool weapons? He'll totally use them (with a bit of tweaking from Techno to make them more effective.)

  And if you let him help redesign your house? Oml not only will it be a gorgeous aesthetic, but also be just gorgeous in general.

  Also, he taught Techno how to use a corset so I don't doubt he can help you with yours if it's giving you trouble.

  He has so much respect for you and Techno for being able to wear those things in battle.

  He's still Dadza though and is still very concerned about if your corset is hurting you in any way. He is always ready to give you food and water if you forgot to have any which would affect how the corset feels. He is also ready to help you take it off too (but not in a sus way, just a concerned way.)

Ranboo

  Oh my God,,,,,  Steampunk aesthetic + aj Enderman????

  Yes, please.

  He will try to dress up with you but he honestly can't find the motivation to put on so many clothes and get through the heat of it every day so he just sticks to his suit.

  But he will still completely support you

  You need materials to make new clothes/accessories? He's gotcha.

  Need help making your clothes? He'll try his best!

  Need material to make your house look even cooler? He will get some for you and try to not misplace it!

  Oh, you only need help with tightening your corset? He's very worried about stopping your airflow, breaking a rib, or some other thing that can go wrong, but he'll help tighten it a bit!

  On the topic of tight corsets, he will also always check to make sure that your corset is never too tight. He'll make sure to always have anything needed for it you just try to push through having a corset that's too tight and wrote down what to do in case of that situation in his memory book.

  Sweet, sweet boy.

If you can’t tell I like talking about corsets, they’re really pretty.

Bruhhh I love it tysm!!🥺💕💖✨

Your writing is legit amazing and tysm again :))

- 🎮 anon

Aaaaaa thank you 🎮 I try very hard-

heeeeeeeyyy, I see you follow milqueandsugar :) could you do a rendition of the x chubby reader kinda oneshot series they have going on but with cpt. puffy for my lesbian heart?

Oops I do have that showing- Anyways yes, I am a HUGE fan of @ milqueandsugar's wonderful fanfics and am honored to get this request dearest anon :DDDDDDD

Captain Puffy With A Chubby S/O

I'm not exactly sure if Puffy is a sheep, ram, or some other hybrid of that sort, but she's a hybrid.

And as milqueandsugar has mentioned, all the hybrids would probably love an S/O with some chub.

I also head cannon that Puffy has a tiny bit of chub, so she's not the only one who gets to enjoy her mate being healthy.

I'm willing to bet my cats that her tail wags a bit harder when you guys cuddle if you have some chub. It makes you softer and comfier, who wouldn't enjoy that?

I think she'd be quite confident in the way she looks, especially being that she was able to be a knight for a king when she has chub, so she wants you do feel confident too.

If anyone makes you feel unhappy about the way you look she will not hesitate to attack. If anyone sexualizes you for your body shape and/or makes you uncomfortable she will also not hesitate to attack. Only the people you allow to talk that way about your body will be spared.

Yes she worships you nightly.

I like to think that to calm herself she squishes your thighs or gently bites them. Not in a sexual or predatory way, just to remind herself that you're healthy and safe so she's safe too.

Oh pal if Schlatt says ANYTHING about your body, it's on sight. Doesn't matter if it's negative or positive, she doesn't like him looking at you. If it's negative she's obviously very rightfully pissed. If it's positive she gets possessive over you and feels that you would be better with literally anyone other than him. Glatt gets a small pass because she knows he's a ghost so she tries to restrain herself so she has a lower chance of getting herself hurt but she can't contain herself all the time.

Anyways 10/10, would recommend fantasizing over this.

Hello! For the event, can I please get a Philza x male reader who has old scars from self harming? Like, the reader was like "Yea, I had problems with my self esteem". And Phil just comforting him? Thank you!

Food Fights and Comfort

Warnings: swearing, self harm scars, and self harm mentions (nothing graphic)

“You have no idea how hard getting that enchantment was,” Tommy groaned out through a mouthful of half-chewed food. Wilbur reached over to slap him upside the head, “don’t talk with your mouth full. No one wants to see that.”

“Fuck off Wilbur I can do what I want!” Tommy shoved more food into his mouth, chewed it up, and opened his mouth wide facing Wilbur. Your older brother wrinkled his nose in disgust before he shoveled some mashed potatoes onto his spoon and flung it at Tommy where it collided with his shirt. Tommy looked at the brunet with rage before he swallowed his food and scooped up some mashed potatoes and drew his spoon back. Philza’s hand on his arm and his warning glare made him freeze.

“Tommy, if you throw that I swear to god I’m gonna ground you for a month.”

“But- but he started it! I-”

“Let me finish. And Wilbur’s grounded from his guitar for two weeks.”

“C’mon! He-” Wilbur was cut off by Philza’s angry glare, “don’t make me extend it to a month, Wilbur.”

Technoblade leaned over to Tommy when Philza wasn’t looking and whispered in his ear, “if you do it, I’ll do your chores for two weeks.”

“Make it three and you have yourself a deal,” he hissed back at the pink haired teenager.

“...Fine, just do it.”

You silently watched as Tommy genuinely considered it before picking up his mashed potato-armed spoon and flinging the potatoes at the tall brunet next to you. They splattered on his yellow sweater making Wilbur look at him in offense before scooping his food once more and returning fire, his elbow knocking over your mug. The steaming contents of the mug splashed onto you and scalded your arms, soaking through your thick sweater.

A startled yelp left your mouth as you leapt up from your seat frantically trying to brush off the offending liquid unsuccessfully with your hands. The table fell silent as they watched you.

“Shit, I’m so sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, Wil, accidents happen. If you all would excuse me, I’m just gonna go clean myself up.”

“Here, let me help you-” Wilbur pushed himself up from his chair only to sit back down when Philza put a hand on his shoulder.

“No, you stay here and clean up this mess. This is exactly why I didn’t want you two to have a food fight, someone always gets hurt.” He walked over to you with a small, reassuring smile, “c’mon.”

You grew increasingly nervous as he led you to the bathroom, your hands pulling your sleeves down repeatedly. He didn’t know about your scars, they were something you struggled with accepting even though it’s been almost a year since you’ve stopped. You were lucky, he had adopted you just at the beginning of fall when you could wear long sleeves as much as you wanted without getting weird looks.

After sitting you on the counter, he turned to rummage in the closet for the first aid kit. From your short time here, you could already tell that the family would go through first aid kits fast. It was a very accident-but-not-really-accident prone family.

He let out a triumphant laugh as he found the box and turned around to look at you, wiggling it in the air, “found it! Now, let’s patch you up, yeah?” When you made no move to push your sleeves up, he furrowed his brows and looked at you a bit closer. He could see the shame and anxiety on your face as clear as day, confusing him to no end. From your short time living with him, you were always an open book, telling him anything whenever he would ask.

“Kid, why’re your sleeves over your hands? I’ve got to see if you have any burns, so if you could push them up I can put some ointment on them.”

You hesitated, the last time you had shown someone your scars was when you were still at the orphanage. You had shown your best friend at the time, and they exploded at you. They told you that you were a freak, that you were an emo for self harming. They ended up spilling everything to the other orphans, and word spread fast at the orphanage; every day was the same there, so they craved new information like it was an addict’s drug.

That began the assault of ‘show us your wrists’ and ‘barcode scanner’ jokes being thrown your way. You became the outcast of the orphanage as fast as you became the loved one. You weren’t sure if the adults knew about it, but if they did, they turned a blind eye to the torment you were going through. It was a miracle that you managed to stay clean during that entire time, you were so close to relapsing. If it hadn’t been for Philza adopting you when he did, you would’ve fallen back into your old ways.

You knew Philza would never do that, as he was one of the kindest people you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. However, you had thought about your ex best friend and reflected on what they did to you. Philza had something they hadn't, however, he had your complete trust.

You prepared yourself for the looks of horror and potentially getting thrown back into the orphanage and hesitantly pushed your sleeves up to your elbows. When Philza saw this, he gave you a reassuring smile and quickly got to work on your slightly burnt forearms.

The entire time, he said nothing about the blatantly obvious scars that littered your wrists. This confused you since there was no way that he didn’t see them. Before you knew it, he tied off the bandages and put his hand on yours gently.

“Those should heal soon, you just gotta keep putting ointment on it and let it breathe for a while each day. If you want to, we can go downstairs and finish our dinner.”

You snapped yourself out of the daze you were in and cleared your dry throat awkwardly, “sure, that… that sounds good.”

“Great,” he gave you another smile before he went to leave the bathroom, “I’ll meet you downstairs, just come down when you’re ready.”

“Wait!” You hadn’t meant to say it so loud that it scared the blond, but the anxiety and paranoia that almost blocked your throat forced the word to be louder than intended. He jumped slightly and looked back at you with a soft, yet questioning gaze.

You pushed your sleeves down and fiddled with the ends of them, “you’re not going to say anything?”

“I’d never force anybody to do anything they’re uncomfortable with, it’s just not the right thing to do. It’s always better to let people open up to you whenever they’re ready to,” he said, walking over to you again and standing in front of you. “The same goes to you, I’m always going to be here to listen whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”

You shrunk in on yourself slightly and nodded, contemplating on whether you should tell him about what pushed you to that point, how you were treated when you had opened up about it for the first time. Eventually, you swallowed past the lump that had formed in your throat, “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

And so you told him everything about your previously declining mental health and how the others treated you during your stay at the orphanage. Though he concealed it well, you could still see his anger when you told him about the jokes made at your expense. He never interrupted you to ask questions, he never gave you any sign of malice, he patiently waited for you to continue whenever you paused, and he always showed you that he was actively listening to you whenever you looked at him.

A part of you expected him to kick you out of his house and take you back to the orphanage, but he offered you nothing but his full support. Talking about it, though it was hard, was far easier to do compared to your previous experience. He was an easy person to talk to, radiating a welcoming and judgemental free aura.

“You’re not going to judge me?” You questioned him when you were done, anxiety gripping at your chest. He put a hand on your shoulder and shook his head, “no, you couldn’t help it; it’s heartless to judge someone based on their struggles… You’re a strong person, (y/n). It takes a lot to get yourself out of that cycle and I’m so proud of you for how much you’ve grown and persevered through what life’s thrown at you.”

“I- thanks Dad,” you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him lightly. Without a second of hesitation, he quickly reciprocated the hug. He tucked your head underneath his chin and rubbed your back in small circles, “any time, I’m always going to be here for you. I love you so much, son.”

Do you know Ranboo's Tumblr?

  Ok so my dumbass just realized that I haven't answered this yet even though I thought I did (it was still in the drafts >:C) but anyway let’s just ignore that lol

  I am by no means a friend of Ranboo so he’s never told me his Tumblr, I’ve never talked to him (through donos, Twitter/discord messages, or I think in real life) and there’s a very slim chance he even knows I exist, and I’m also not a creep who looks through literally every Tumblr account to figure out if it’s Ranboo’s.

  Even if I did somehow figure out his Tumblr, even if I was his friend, it’s obviously something he doesn’t want a lot of people to know if he hasn’t said his username to us. It’s kinda weirdchamp to go around and ask random fanfic creators if they know his Tumblr and not a beneficial way to spend your time.

  Anyways, let’s please give Ranboo the privacy he deserves. Feels kinda weird being a fanfic writer and being the one to say that.

OK HOMIE i have been having shera brain rot so WHAT IF TECHNOBLADE WITH A S/O THAT ACTS LIKE ENTRAPTA you know.... very smart,wants to know everything, and can create anything they can think of

  Ok so I accidentally made this less of Y/N being the character you asked for and more of an Inventor! Reader because I got an idea for how to make this request into a series sdkshsajdsa-Anyways I did my best and I hope you enjoy ^^

~Techoblade With An Inventor! Reader~

  Wiping the sweat off your forehead you look around cautiously. It didn’t look like there were any mobs nearby, but you could never be too sure in the nether, especially with the very open bridge you made to get to your creation station.

  You were working on something Wilbur asked you to make, an automatic TNT system. You originally thought it would be extremely easy and quick money, but it turned out a lot harder when he gave you the description of what he wanted. A large amount of TNT that can only be triggered by one button and nothing else, and it ALL has to be triggered at the same time. Then, install it under L’manburg. But most importantly, make sure no one else knows about it. You wanted to question him but he very quickly walked away.

  But you decided to do it anyways. His citizenship may have been revoked by Schlatt, but he was still your friend! He doesn’t have any bad intentions and you know that. Even if he somehow did, he couldn’t use it. That would be breaking the law.

  To install something like this you would usually need Jschlatt’s permission, but you already knew that he would refuse to allow you to legally do that but you really needed the money or else he’d kick you out anyways. Even with the Blade on your side, the “president” of L’manburg would still kill you or throw you out with nothing to survive with.

  The mention of the Blade snaps you back to reality. He’s probably waiting for you. How long have you even been here?

  You look down at your skin and clothes. You need to hurry home and clean up fast. You couldn’t go on your date looking like this, especially because you’ll already be late.

  You decide to leave the explosives and the other material in the nether so they won’t slow you down and run down your bridge to the nether portal. Scanning your hand on a scanner you made to make sure no one can get to your portal or into your house, you check the time.

  11:46. You had been caught up in your work for 5 and a half hours and are running 6 minutes late from the agreed time. And because he was always super early to your dates, he's been waiting for a very long time.

  I have to install an accurate clock in the nether sometime soon.

  No, that’s not what I should be thinking about. Get ready. Then you can make a clock after. Techno comes first.

  You clean off as efficiently and quickly as possible and change, grab your bag, and run out L’manburg to meet up with Technoblade.

  Eventually you see an annoyed Technoblade in the distance, sitting on a red and white striped blanket with two picnic baskets and his infamous Orphan Obliterater laying on his lap.

  “Techno!” You breathe out, tired from all the running.

  He looks up in your direction, his face slightly brightening when he sees you.

  Technoblade moves his sword to the side and runs over to you to make sure you don’t pass out on him. “So..... Sorry... I got caug...ht.... Up in something.....” You somehow wheeze out.

  "You don't need to explain, now come on, you'll pass out if you keep using this much of your energy." He says, audibly slightly upset about how late you were, but mostly concerned. Taking your hand, he carefully walks you to the blanket.

  After a bit of silence, Techno speaks up. "So, what were you working on?"

  His question sent you into an internal panic. Techno trusted Wilbur, they were brothers after all, but even he wouldn't trust Wilbur enough to make a TNT contraption without any questions like you did. What if he thinks you'll do anything for money? His trust issues would never allow that. You knew that you wouldn't do ANYTHING for money, you loved him! But he probably won't see it like that. Either way, you had to tell him............

        Or....

       You could lie.

  "You know how Jschlatt taxes Niki way more than he should? I wanted to make something to make Niki's bakery work easier to take at least a little bit of the stress off her back." It wasn't a complete lie, you did want to make something for her, but it wasn't what you were working on and wouldn't take this much time.

  "Oh, how kind of you." He smiles. Thank god he bought it.

  "Thank you Techno....." You huff, still trying to regain your composure.

  The two of you eat your food, just enjoying each other's company, and occasionally making comfortable small talk.

      After finishing the food, the two of you say your goodbyes."Oh and uh.... Sorry about being so late. I got lost in thinking of ideas on how to help Niki....." You mumble out. "It's fine, you were only 10 minutes late. It's my fault for getting here an hour before the scheduled time."

  After a bit of arguing over who's more sorry you two actually say goodbye and go your separate ways. You head back to the now horrid L'manburg.

  "Where's the money Niki." "I don't have i-" "You've had plenty of time to pay your taxes Niki. I'll give you one more day, but then you'll have to rely on Wilbur to keep you alive."

  You had grown used to hearing this conversation between the scared but kind voice of Niki and the harsh and violent voice of Mr. 'President'. It always made you want to give up on all the hard work you've done for L'manburg and burn it all down in flames, but you knew that would hurt everyone else and would only help your pride.

  However, those words were new. Niki was always able to pay her taxes on time. It was a huge stress on her, but she always did it.

  'It'll be fine. Maybe if I finish Wilbur's project earlier than I expected I can get the money and help Niki out if she's really struggling that much.' You smile at the thought...

  OOPSIES I WENT REALLY OFF TOPIC BUT IDEAS ARE BLOSSOMING AND THEY'RE ALL NOT REALLY WHAT YOU REQUESTED, AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :-: PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE WHAT YOU ACTUALLY REQUESTED

Hallooo! Hope your doing fine! Eat food, drink water and make sure you sleep well. Just came here to check up some new updates since I've been out alot, hope you have a good day!! :D

- 🎮 Anon

Hello 🎮! I’ve been good, sorry there’s not a ton of stuff to come back to (school sucks) but I’m glad you’re back anyways :)

(Thank you, I hope you have a great day aswell)

Ok so like hear me out Fundy biting the reader for no reason like yk how some people bite others theyre close to just because idk i just think its cute when they suddenly go ᶜʰᵒᵐᵖ on someones neck or shoulder or something and its not even sexual and yk Fundys a fox so hed probably have lil fangs and omg im down bad

Regarding the recent news, should I keep writing C!Techno as a romantic interest? I don't want to be disrespectful, but Techno content is basically what this blog runs on at this point and I have so many drafts for him, and I also just want to keep his memory alive as much as possible. I definitely won't be writing any smut for him even though all I write is the character but I'm not sure if I should keep on with romance stuff. Please let me know what you guys think.

May the madlad rest in peace.

I wrote the majority of this quite a while ago but only just recently felt the motivation to occupy my mind and start writing again. This was originally going to include a bit of nsfw but it felt weird including that with the stuff listed above. I might make another part with the nsfw if this gets enough love. Enjoy :]

Fundy Bites His S/O

-Ok so I did some research and apparently foxes don't actually have fangs???? It's actually just their canine teeth that get mistaken for fangs a lot??? -But they still have sharp teeth so I'm gonna say that Fundy has fang-like teeth in the area of fangs boom problem solved

-He's probably insecure about his teeth, specifically his fangs -I imagine he does that cute thing where he covers his mouth with his hand when he smiles or laughs -So being able to see his teeth in general shows just how comfortable he is with you -Imagine the comfort level he's at when he willingly gives you a love bite

-Oneshot-

It's never a surprise when Fundy comes home tired and ready to pass out in your arms. Whether it be a run-in with his father, people overworking him, him overworking himself, or just being tired, you had grown to be ready to cuddle him soon as he got home. Even if he wasn't super tired, it's nice to cuddle with your lover so he never complains too much.

Today was one of the bad days for Fundy. Soon as he walked into the house you could tell. Ears down, tail practically tucked between his legs, eyes watery and ready to spill at any moment.

As much as you loved cuddling with him, you always hoped he'd come in lively and excited. You could handle going without cuddles if it meant he was happy, but the poor boy was anything but that at the moment and was in dire need of comfort.

You speed walked over to him as quickly as possible, gently putting a hand on his back and guiding him to your shared bedroom. You pulled a blanket aside just enough to fit the two of you and gently bring him to a laying position facing you and you wrap your arms around him.

You run a hand through his hair, "Do you want to talk about it baby?"

He lets out a soft whimper but nods his head nonetheless.

"Work?" He shakes his head. "A person in specific?" He hums. "Schlatt?" "no..." "Tubbo? Tommy?"

"Wilbur?" He whimpers again, the indication that you needed.

It was always awful when he bumped into Wilbur in one of his moods. Your words didn't have as much of an affect as Wilbur's words did no matter how much more true they were. All you could to was repeat constant validations and play with his hair until he fell asleep and he woke up in a better mindset.

He nuzzled into your neck, sighing in content as his tears seemed to calm down for the moment.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to watch a movie? I can help out with work if you w- Ow!" Fundy immediately recoiled as soon as the exclamation left you mouth, "Sorry!" The guilty look on his flushed face wasn't one you could possibly be upset at though.

You chuckled, "If you wanted me to shut up you could have just asked, but I'm not complaining. It didn't hurt, it was just surprising" You pull him back against your body and his ears perk up a bit. He bites down onto your shoulder again. Surprisingly there was very little pain as he tried to not break skin.

"You're so cute Fundy, you really deserve the world." You sigh out as you continue playing with his hair, his tail starting to wag softly.

He probably was too nervous until that day to bite you because from that day on, no matter his mood, he always tried to sneak up on you and bite your shoulder. In fact, catching you off guard usually brightened his mood so you couldn't be mad about it.

And every morning if he was awake before he thought you were awake he would bite your shoulder in an attempt to gently wake you up.

God you hated his father for what he's done, but man did he contribute into an amazing part of your relationship.

Hii, I’m pretty new to your blog (found it like, maybe yesterday?) and your writing style is just awesomeee!! But remember to take care of yourself- eat uh.. f o o d and stay hydrated! (I mean I should since I don’t really lol) oh and can I maybe be the 🍡 anon / 🍫 anon ? I might sometimes forget to write that but i’ll probably send more of these stuffs in :D anyways, have a great day <3

Hello 🍫 Anon! I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my writing, since I am working to become an author ^^

I only drink water when I need to take my medication so yeah, I definitely need to hydrate more lol, but you need to as well 👺