#mcyt insert

warnings: none!

request: dreamxd having a crush on reader 🥺👉👈

note: theme and layout change cause I no longer have a computer this is so embarrassing nenckdk

I sat in the pews of church prime, filtered purple light dancing on the black stone. The idea of religion has always been interesting to me. Sometimes it felt like a safety net, knowing there was some power that would keep things right. Sometimes it felt suffocating knowing the possibility of omniscient eyes.

I listened intently to wind chimes sing nearby, a high pitched jingling carried by the breeze. One of the only rules of the server was not to hurt people near this building, not to kill. Being here made me know I was safe, know I could finally let go of just for a little bit.

“hello?” a deep voice with a low static called out. The world seemed to stutter to a stop. My eyes widened as I jumped and craned to look behind me. A tall man in a green cloak had his head looking down at me. His face is obstructed by a pristine white mask. A mask that first instilled fear, then confusion, it was marked with a ‘XD’. His body towered over me as I sat on the uncomfortable pew.

“hello?” I asked him with my head tilted as I studied his form. Gold jewelry was hung around his neck and some of his dirty blonde hair stuck out from under the hood of his robe. His aura was oppressive in a way, terrifying. I think I saw black wings spread out on his back. A symbol of power, of strength, of grace. Who was this?

“I have a gift for you.” he spoke, a gravel like static flowing into my ears. His hand reached out to me with a red poppy, the skin with a subtle golden glow. The flower was pristine, perfect. The black in the middle untouched and the petals completely free of wilting.

“Why?” I asked. He gently shook his head gesturing to the flower once again with a small shake. I carefully took the fragile bloom with a small smile sneaking up to my face. The stem is smooth between my soft fingertips. “Thank y-“ I looked up to meet the unchanging mask to be met with open space. Wind chimes singing again, the world moving, the man gone.

c!wilbur soot x reader

warnings: blood, derealization, injuries, toxic relationships, panic attacks

masterlist of bloodletting

note: read the warnings

warnings: possessiveness in a relationship 

request: nope !

note: my brain just went burr on this one, inspired by george lore etc! My brain said you have read Circe apply it ! Hope you like it <3333 also could not call him XD i would die and pass away

synopsis: making a deal with dreamXD

A cold hand lifts my chin to look up at an empty mask. Etched with an ‘x’ and split to reveal a single piercing green eye. I wanted to fight back, to relent the gaze that tore through me, but I couldn’t.

Anything I wanted was too tempting an offer.

“You promise me forever?” the bag on my back weighted heavily with its contents, those of unspeakable riches. His vice grip on my heart didn’t stutter as his voice crackled, his touch insistent on possession. My fingers absently began rubbing the hilt of my newly acquired sword, noticing how it felt jagged where I knew it to be visibly smooth, like a lasting scar from it being torn from the rips of this world.

“Yes,” a sealed contract “forever.” the finality of an opening wound. I shuddered with the world as he pushed his hand to caress my face, the motion made the hairs on my arms stand up, his touch akin to that of the cool press of the end of a gun. I was pulled to him as the planets are pulled to the sun, his power intoxicating. “But how will I last? I will rot before you even think about ceasing to exist” he leaned impossibly close to my face.

“What I cherish I keep.” His static voice whispered into my waiting ear. “You will be my golden cattle and I will be your Helios, though I have no reason but my own to protect you, to keep you.” His words sent shivers down my spine as he finally pulled away from my rigid body.

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Ghostbur gave a weak smile after he finished his song, anxiously continuing to pluck the strings. I reminisce at the soft tone of his voice, the way it reminded me of the butterflies that use to beat my stomach. I clapped as the people around me followed suit. I noticed their hesitance, their fearful distance, but I tried not to let it keep me. They were scared of my power, the biting cold that followed my words. As the crowd dispersed I walked up to the star, eager to praise him.

“You never lost your talent, even in death.” I smiled at him as he slowly strummed the battered guitar, its strings uncut and wild at it’s head and its bridge slightly crooked. The sight sent a pang to my heart, specifically the black nail polish I knew to be that of my own. A mark of Wilbur and I’s past.

“Thank you, y/n.” his face flushing a pale blue as he began to kick the dirt on the ground “I’ve been meaning to ask you about how you were with Wilbur. I’m trying to piece together the more positive parts of him. I don’t want to see myself just as a man who hurt others I guess.” He gave an innocent smile as he looked up to my own surprised expression. I swallowed as his words hung in the air. I hadn’t been ready to face that part of my past. I had been pulled away from it by my present.

“We,,, We had been in-” I felt my body turn cold as an unnatural sound of rushing air filled my ears. X.

“Do not waste your time with, Apollo.” He firmly gripped my shoulder from behind as I watch Ghostbur’s eyes widen before he quickly scurried away.

“X, he didn’t-” he pulled my frame closer to him as watched Ghostbur flea.

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t know why I let you wander around here anyway. You could come home.” I shuddered at the proposition, feeling his gaze. The End was a terrifying and unforgiving place in my head, somewhere I couldn’t stand to be chained to. I didn’t need my day to day to be as cold as my lover, no matter how much I learned to cherish him.

“I would miss the sun, my love.” I closed my eyes soaking up the way the rays currently warmed a side of my face.

“You would have me.” X pressed.

“You are my moon. You may be cold, but you make the tides come in, and you pull me home and swallow me whole.” His mask hid any emotion he had towards my words, his body language just as stoic and unreadable.

“Then who is your sun?” 

warnings: mentions of funerals (not negative!) <333

request: The Lakes - Taylor Swift with Techno !

note: I think this one is really cute : ) ps send me song requests like this <3

“What would you say at my funeral?” I asked, Techno’s head shooting to look at me. I subconsciously pulled out blades of grass under my hand as I studied a ladybug that lazily crawled across my ankle.

“I wouldn’t let it get to that, not as long as I’m here.” Techno’s held a severe expression that caused a shiver to run down my spine. I know he means well.

“No, no, not like that, not in a morbid way.” I pondered what I would say for Techno. “I would talk about how your fierce loyalty and dedication is painted across your body in your scars and calloused hands.” I smiled at him then turned to watch as the water lapped at the edge of the blue lake.

Techno sighed, a sigh of relief, letting the tension in his shoulders go. “I don’t think I’m quite as eloquent as your, my love, but I’d say your as beautiful as the moon’s reflection on water, your smile as warm as the golden light of the setting sun.” I crawled over to him with a mischievous glint in my eye.

“You are quite the poet now huh?” I asked leaning closer to his face to look him in the eyes, he raised his eyebrow.

“Not as much as you are, my beloved.” we kissed under the shade of a large evergreen tree then, as butterflies beat their wings in my stomach.

“I would talk about how your ruby eyes remind me of fresh roses. You know they always say they are the color of blood, of violence, but I couldn’t help but  disagree.” I touched my nose to his with a giggle. “Your just far too gentle, a gentle giant if you will.” I motioned with my hands. His lips upturned into a smile, my eyes lingering at the jagged scar on the right side of his top lip.

“I love you.” He relented as I laid down, resting my head on his thigh. He ran his beautiful calloused hands through my hair, his face painted with bliss as we watched the sun set behind the wall of trees that surrounded the secluded lake.

warnings: pet names

note: I didn’t feel like adding the mental energy of location dependent flower stuff so we are gonna ignore that <3333

I walked into Techno and I’s shared cabin arms full of various picked flowers from a far away flower forest. Had I went a very long distance to pick flowers for Techno knowing he wouldn’t know what they meant? Yes. Techno looks up from the book he’s reading with a bewildered expression at the overflowing basket.

“Flowers!” I laughed setting the basket brimming with color onto the wooden floor. “Do you have a vase?” I asked sitting down on the floor.

“I think I have one downstairs, one second.” I laughed as he eyed the basket as he descended down the ladder. I began to organize the flowers by type when Techno placed a white glazed vase beside me on the floor.

“Here, sit down.” I patted the place beside me “Do you know what the different flowers mean, Tech?” he shook his head begrudgingly sitting beside me on the less than comfortable floor. “Honestly, surprising, there was a whole language of flower symbolism back in the victorian era. That’s a bit too recent huh, mr greek nerd.”

“Listen, it’s not that I didn’t know about them having meanings, I just don’t know them.” he absent mindly was touching the various colors of yarrow.

“Uh huh, well anyway the used them to communicate things they couldn’t say.” he gave me a small glare before his eyes shifted back to the various flowers. “The ones you were touching are yarrow! I like the yellow personally.” I picked a stem up that ended with a bundle of the small white blooms sliding it into his pink hair. “It means everlasting love.” His eyes softened as he reached for another flower, this one blue.

“What’s this one?” 

“That’s salvia, the different colors usually change the meaning so that one means ‘I think of you’” He handed me the blue flower with a gentle smile.

“Then this one is for you.” I giggled at him, placing the flower behind my ear that mirrored his own.

“My personal favorite flowers are Carnations, They have same thing as roses where each color has a different meaning, but I feel like they are less corny than roses.” I pointed out the various colors of carnations, most of them being red and pink. “The red ones mean ‘my heart aches for you’,” I paused looking up at his concentrated face as he picked up one of the flowers “I always liked how some of the meaning where written, all poetic and such.” I plucked up some red carnations setting them in the white vase. I continued to set various flowers in the vase making an arrangement. I placed white hyacinth, some forget-me-nots, red chrysanthemums, and red camellias. 

“And this is for you,” I handed him the ornate vase and he flushed.

“And what do each of these mean, dear?” 

I reached over to point at each flower “These are hyacinths and they can mean prayers for someone so you won’t get hurt. These are forget-me-nots so you’ll remember me forever, red chrysanthemums mean I love you, and the camellias mean you are a flame in my heart.” I reached over and tapped his nose with a smile. “It all together just means I love you, Tech.”

warnings: dissociation, the egg (dsmp)

requested: technoblade angst : )

note: she’s a bit rough around the edges but kdnbhwjhlb just wanted to do something horrorish cause it’s my favorite thing to write : )

“Techno, y/n! So this is the egg!” Bad’s face was plastered with a smile, lit by a red glow from the thing in the corner that seemed to bare through me. His strange robe now colored a milky white instead of it’s former blood red. I nervously glanced at Techno who’s expression remained unaffected as I myself wished to cower into his side. I pressed myself as close as possible, almost hiding behind the man I knew wouldn’t allow me get hurt. 

“So this is what you wanted to show us?” Techno said, unimpressed by the sight. His confidence made me feel steady and sure.

“Yep! Why don’t we all get closer?” Bad decided to pull my hand, his palms were cold and clammy, the hand foreign in my own. Maybe he assumed Techno would follow if I got closer. I politely laughed as he lead me away from the perceived safety I found in Techno. I tried to not trip over the vines and the pools of lava and hot open magma that littered the floor. “Beautiful isn’t it?” Bad watched, eyes wide. I noted Techno’s presence coming up behind me as I stared in awe at the large egg that towered above us. The carved-out room beginning to feel impossibly large. I felt sick to my stomach.

“I think we will be taking our leave, Bad. This doesn’t seem like something I’d like to be involved with in the slightest.” I listened to Techno speaking behind me, a rumble in his voice that couldn’t possibly disrupt the buzz that had begun in my ears, like something else was trying to pull me away from the current moment. I felt compelled, led away from the man that still hovered behind me. 

“Why don’t you just get a bit closer? Couldn’t hurt you, muffin.” Bad grinned at Techno, beckoning him to join him by his side, his hand placed on the scarlet egg. I felt frozen as I stumbled closer, uneasy on my feet. Bad’s stretched grin burned into my brain. I knew this would all be okay, that I would only be safe if I allowed myself to be engulfed by the freezing hands that stretched out from the egg in front of me causing the hair on my arms to become raised. The static beginning to radiate in my head, behind my eyes, to my fingertips, only slowly growing in magnitude.

“Y/n? Y/n? Let’s go.” I heard Techno behind me, putting a burning hand on my shoulder, but he felt so far away, only recognizable by clear change in temperature.

“Bad, what is it saying?” I mumbled out leaning closer as if proximity would make the never-ending static make sense. “It’s so loud.” Some words filtered through, CLOSER, CLOSER, CLOSER, a chant. 

“Just touch the egg! It’ll make more sense, y/n!” I absently nodded, feeling a cold air radiate over the front of my body as I tentatively reached out. 

“y/n!” Techno shouted in panic, forcibly pulling me back away from the egg. The static didn’t let up, even when the warmth from Techno’s body surrounded me, if anything it got louder, felt more demanding, made a pit form in my stomach. 

“Techno? I want to,,, I need to.” he wrapped his arms around the front of my body as we both stepped away from the insidious egg.

“We are leaving.” He began to quickly pull me from the room as I tried to cover my ears, alleviate the shrill call that buzzed through my body. 

“Techno, I feel so-” I reached out to touch his face, my fingertips felt numb.

“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you out of here. We’re gonna get you out of here, my love.”

“Techno! Y/n! Wait!” Bad faded off as Techno rushed us out of the disorienting room. I felt dizzy as I leaned on Techno for support to even be able to stand and escape. Once I finally felt the sun caress my face I felt relieved. I collapsed in the green grass, letting dew soak through my pants, fresh air through my lungs almost allowing me to forget the vines that felt like they had wrapped around my ankles. 

“y/n, are you there?” Techno whispered close to me, his warm breath fanning over my face. 

“It’s still-” I placed my hand on my ankles, tracing the ghosts of spines and constriction. “It feels like it’s wrapped around me, Tech.” words felt impossible and forced. Techno quickly moved back into action sweeping me up from the ground his cape swooping up behind him. He began to walk towards the portal home as I looked up at his concentrated face. 

“We aren’t ever going there again. I’m gonna destroy what’s ever down there, y/n. it’s sick like some sort of infection..” I let myself drift off with my head pressed against Techno’s chest, calmed by the steady beat of his thrumming heart. I woke up when he laid me down on our shared bed. “Are you sure you are okay, love?” he laid an unsure hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. 

“Yea, I feel more, I don’t know, clear, you know.” his brow still worried, but his shoulders became less tense. 

“I’m sorry I let Bad take us there.” he confided sitting down on edge of the bed. I crawled over to lay my head on his leg. 

“It’s not your fault and we didn’t know. Besides you got me out of there, right?” I smiled up at his slowly softening expression “we’re both okay.” I reached up to lay my hand on his cheek. Techno leaning in to the gentle touch as he let himself close his eyes.

spoilers 4/29 + wilbur’s reddit postjckjdsbjln

warnings: angst, blaming, self deprecation 

note: ,.,.............. thank you for 200 <33

Ghostbur sat huddled in the very corner of the station. His knees flush to his chest as he cried. No more tears ran down his face, he simply silently heaved as the station soaked in his sadness. Sometimes he thought he heard the sound of a train coming, an imagined savior that would take him away from this limbo not really made for him. A limbo he was forced into, a station now decomposing without its patron. 

Every few months he would be pulled out of his thoughts by mechanical buzzing, A click, and the dark platform would be illuminated by the lights in the displays. Messages that only made him realize that he didn’t matter. People didn’t separate him from his counterpart, didn’t take what he tried to do to heart. Every futile attempt to mitigate what Wilbur had done had been fruitless and lead him here. Alone and forgotten. 

And then sometimes the messages would be from you. 

“Where’s Ghostbur?” appeared on the screen a few days after he arrived. A message that sparked hope in his heart that maybe they would save him. Maybe he would get out of this horrid place. 

“Bring Ghostbur back, Wilbur. You are sick! sick.” was the next time he heard from you. Yet, no comfort came from the message. No solace cause he knew in some sick way it was him that was hurting you, and he was stuck here without a train ticket. 

“Tommy you said he was gonna be fine. I trusted you, Tommy.” it made him cry for the first time in a long time with actual tears. Tears that ran down his face and burned his corporeal skin, tears that he couldn’t shake away. 

“I hope you are happy, where ever you are, and if no one else remembers you for you, Ghostbur, I will.” that was the last time he heard from you. One of the last times any message showed up at all. So maybe you broke your promise, or maybe you just weren’t saying it out loud. Years drug on without the sign illuminating. Years he spent alone, fingertips trailing over scarred tear tracks, watching as the ceiling got holes, and wishing if he could have anything at all it would be friend and you.

A train came eventually.

request: nope !

warnings: blood, character death

notes: free time for just this <3

They could forget the pain, the piercing feeling caused by the sword that protruded from their stomach. They could even forget that it had been him. Forget that it was the man who they looked at as if he hung the stars that plunged the sharpened blade through their now struggling body, but they would never forget the blood. The red that now painted and coated their hands, that trailed into their fingerprints. A thick sign of how fucking stupid they had been to want him so bad.

“I almost feel sorry for you.” He was so recognizable now, in the most horrible way. Wilbur’s voice was unrestrained as if it was just about to teeter off the edge of a cliff. “You wanted to believe this lie so bad? That we could be together all over again.” he laughed. “You fucking idiot!” his eyes were wild, hands grasping at his face as he now kneeled before them. He traced the wound, the blood that stained their light shirt and he felt happy for once. Felt something that wasn’t this numbness that had settled into his stitched together skin.

“Wilbur?” he looked astonished at his own name. It couldn’t still be him? He wouldn't do this.

“How could you believe me? That I could ever be the good guy again.” he sneered at the name and the figure in front of him faltered. Their eyes fell, shoulders slumped, but they smiled. They smiled, an expression of independently found peace in the face of the end.