honks cutely

sure

etoiles: would be really good but he gets too excited and a liiittle too into it he'd use teeth.

tubbo: stops to ramble about like . his projects.

dantdm: throat goat but he went and died about it

so......... this post............................

Day 15 is #lasnevadas and #karlnapity has already broken up but there's still some sort of tension.

“In my kingdom, you wouldn’t be treated like that. You’d be respected,” Techno huffed, “Not just respected, you’d be worshipped!”

Phil chuckled, and glanced up at Techno with a raised eyebrow, “Worshipped? Seems like a bit much.”

Techno let out a thoughtful hum, “Well, ok, maybe not everyone would worship you. But some would. You’d be considered a Koretza.”

“Kore…ta?” Phil repeated the word back to Techno, a bit slower in his pronunciation in an attempt to get it right. It was obviously a Nether word, but an unfamiliar one to him. Unsurprising, considering he only knew the basics really, but Techno had been taking care until now to only use beginner phrases around Phil.

“Almost right. Koretza,” Techno said, emphasizing the soft za sound at the end. “Like your full name.”

“Koretza,” Phil attempted again and smiled at Techno’s nod of approval. 

“What’s it mean exactly?” he asked and relaxed a bit, leaning his side up against Techno. This was nice, maybe an impromptu Nether lesson was just what he needed to cheer him up.

Phil felt Techno lay his hand against Phil’s waist, but said nothing and was silent as Techno spoke, “It’s a bit hard to explain, but it basically means empress. Uh- magic empress, probably would be the most accurate. It’s a role that goes way back in history, when people still believed their leaders to be descended from the gods. People don’t really believe in that as much now, but the role of Koretza is still important and highly respected.”

“And they’re worshipped, can’t forget that,” Phil added.

“And worshipped,” Techno smiled, “There would definitely be some people from my region who would worship you, at least.”

Phil grinned, the confrontation from before now forgotten and far from his mind. “And what about you? Would you worship me, Your Grace?”

Techno’s expression changed at Phil’s question, the smile on his face replaced with a much more solemn look. He leaned in closer (wow, when had they gotten so close to each other?), making sure to meet Phil’s eyes with his own and spoke.

I wanna have his babies, Phil thinks to himself.

It takes his brain a few seconds to process the thought before his face begins to flush and he quickly turns away from the two Piglins (who remain blissfully unaware of Phil's current crisis).

Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no.