Pan-ick - Oh

Hey! I just wanted to say that I loved your little shot about the Dinosaur obsessed S/O! How are you? I also like the new setup of your pinned post! - 🌊

Yes yes, 🎮 has a brilliant mind :) I'm good, kinda sad that school isn't allowing me to write as much as I want to for you guys but other than that im doing decent, hope you're doing good as well, and thank you 💞

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.

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)

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

Heya, how you doing? -🍵

Hi 🍵! I’m good, still trying to do research for your request lol, I hope you’re doing well :)

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.”

Hello! I want to say that your works are amazing! I love the little details you include into the stories and how you make the original request even better then it was! I'm also here to request, if you dont mind! Can I request a male reader with vitiligo in his skin and hair with Philza, Techno & Tommy? It's a disease that creates bloches of your skin to lose pigment and color to appear lighter then your original skin color! Or hair color too in this case. You are welcome to ignore/delete this I'd you happen to be busy, and one last kudos to your work before I end up typing more then needed lol.

Thank you so much for the kind words and thank you even more for the patience. This isn't as long as i'd like it to be but I'm still getting back into the groove of writing, I hope you like it :}

Philza and Techno x Male Reader with Vitiligo (No pronouns mentioned)

Philza

-I feel like anything that makes you 'different' from the average person is the stuff he likes the most -If you're willing to see past the things that he hates about himself and call him pretty he's just at willing, maybe even more willing, to praise your differences -If anyone says otherwise he can and will beat them.

-The fact that you are two guys makes him even more defensive and protective of you

-He loves clothes that show off a bit of skin -Not hornie, he just likes being able to see the gorgeous markings on your skin if you're comfortable wearing that kind of clothes

-There's probably been times where he mistakes parts of the pattern on your skin as scars when taking just a quick glance at you. -He's seen the people in the DreamSMP and how their scars can look, he's scared that one day the same might happen to you.

-He has children, he probably knows how to do hair and uses that to appreciate your hair if it's not very easy to see the blotches of different color -If you want to dye your hair he'll be a little sad -But he'll make sure you know that your natural hair is nice, but if you're happy expressing yourself he's happy

-Makes sure you almost never feel insecure about your vitiligo -He will always be right there to comfort you if comments from other people or the voices in your hair become too much -So many compliments and praises about how handsome you are and how strong you are for being able to power through

-He loves the days where he can just lay in bed with you and just get a good, long, look at you -It doesn't matter how many times he's done it, he will always be infatuated with how gorgeous you are.

-If you're having trouble sleeping he is willing to stay awake until you fall asleep and softly trace the shapes across your body -He already doesn't usually fall asleep before you, no harm in helping your sleep in the process -And when the two of you wake up he kisses any/all spots of different color on your face

-Good vibes all around

Techno

-He could care less that you have vitiligo -It's not life threatening or contagious so he doesn't really mind it -But once you two get closer, ohoho, he just find everything about you amazing -Especially your cool skin and hair -But he will never admit this stuff

-You get to gently caress his skin when looking for and taking care of any injuries, it's only fair he gets to do the same -It's def just an excuse to get a closer look and all the little details on your skin. Vitiligo or not, he loves it.

-He refuses to spar with you in fear of bruising or hurting you -No matter how much you try to convince him that it's fine he will never try to spar you upon his own will -If he ever does hurt you he refuses to forgive himself for it and tries his best to make sure you don't get any permanent marks

-Unless it's his family he will severely harm anyone who dares to speak bad about you -If it is his family he'll give them a very stern talking to with axe in hand -But usually if this person treats you like you're below them, he will make sure they know that the two of you are high above them

-He doesn't like pda, but if he's feeling extra good or extra protective he will lace a hand with yours -He'll give you the suggestion of playing with his rings and only then will he continue with his plot to trace the shapes on your hand

-"Accidentally" stays up too late just to be able to look at you -He is just infatuated with you, every tiny thing makes him fall more and more in love

-It just gets cuter and cuter the closer you two get

Golden Child Pt. 1

I literally can't remember where I found it but I read a headcannon for an angsty SBI +Reader and I loved it so much that I had to write something similar to it but I think I might have forgotten to like it, so if you know what the original is please tell me so I can credit them I was partially inspired by@helliontherapscallion's "Adrenaline Junkie" series, simply for the fact that because of them i haven't stopped thinking of inventor reader. Also let's just pretend that uh my human biology degree isn't going to waste by me writing blindness incorrectly ha ha. This is a purely fictional way that blindness works.

(REMINDER YOU IDIOT, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS STORY: Wilbur is 26, Techno is 20, Tommy is 16, Phil is 32, SO READER IS 22, GET IT RIGHT AND STOP MESSING UP)

As soon as Y/N's wings started developing, they were instantly the favorite child. Philza still showed his love to Wilbur, but nowhere near as much as he did to his winged child. If he had to choose between spending time with them or Wilbur, he'd pick them in a heartbeat. Wilbur was usually upset when this happened, but he had gotten used to it and had learned ways to cope with it.

This was until Techno showed up. On their doorstep. Next to a freezing Philza who had sacrificed most his warmth to the young piglin. Wilbur had his thoughts on this, yhough he kept them to himself. But Y/N couldn't be happier! This meant a new friend, AND they were right when they said that Phil was just a nice person, there wasn't a favorite child! Right?

They quickly realized that Techno wasn't their friend, as the first interaction they had together was them getting a claw to the face by the piglin. Philza just simply sighed and made sure the wound would stop bleeding before tending back to the scared pig.

Y/N was only eight at the time, they didn't know what they were feeling. But whatever it was didn't feel good.

Since that day, Y/N was the new Wilbur and 'Technoblade' was the golden child. Y/N wanted the spotlight back, so they tried hard at everything. Nothing ever worked. Nothing was better than what Techno could do. Nothing was more amazing than Techno's knowledge, or his skills in fighting, or his odd way of speaking, or those stupid things that he did, or the fact that he'd always blame it on some 'voices' in his head. That he had a God complex. That he was better than Wilbur. He was better than Tommy. He was better than you...

He was always better than you. Of course. Thats what you felt when you first met. Not amazement, not the happiness of having another friend. Of course not. It was overwhelming jealousy. But he was your brother, so you had to suck it up just like Wilbur did.

But soon enough, they came to peace with this. They moved on and worked on what they actually enjoyed, not what Philza enjoyed. Mechanics. Phil would have killed you if he learned of all the dangers that you put yourself through to consider yourself an inventor. Or.... Would he?

One day your older brother approached you with his idea to create "L'manburg". At first you couldn't help but laugh. But when it was realized that Wilbur wasn't joking and that he had already recruited Tommy, they agreed to join the fight for freedom. It was a way to pay Wilbur back for being there for them, afterall.

Y/N never imagined the true horrors that they would have to go through so they could say a 'thank you' to Wilbur. They never even truly said it to him, L'manburg was already exploded and he was killed before they could say it to him. Not even saying it to Ghostbur was good enough.

Y/N was forced to suffer through watching her loved ones go mad. Sometimes, they would try coming up with inventions that could help her friends out, and some that could help some regular problems in the world for other people. Most of them didn't work, they were only able to produce goggles that could just barely help fully blind people see. But it was a step in the right direction.

Then doomsday came. Y/N didn't want to be part of it, they didn't want to even try hurting their father and younger brother. They aren't even sure how they came to that point.

Before they knew it, they were begging the man who once gave them anything in the world for him to stop. The whole server was one big family especially everyone in the homes he was about to destroy. But what they wanted didn't matter anymore. It's what Technoblade wanted, and he wanted blood.

At the last moment, Y/N remembered Friend. Ghostbur would be devastated if Friend died.

Falling down to the ground from the small warning of TNT, Friend flooded their mind.

If they couldn't save L'Manburg, they needed to save Friend. Ghostbur wasn't the same, but Ghostbur is Wilbur. They still never said thank you. They have to show their gratitude through the miracle of Friend surviving.

And so that's what they set off to do. With no mind to their own self-preservation, Y/N got up and flew as fast as they could to save Friend. But before they could reach the sheep, a large pile of rubble fell on one of their wings, almost snapping it right off. Y/N tried to get it off but to no avail, and their whole body wasn't safe. As they saw more rubble they crouched down while covering their head with their hands and covering the undamaged wing with their body, they prepared for impact.

The last thing they could speak out was almost incomprehensible.

"Wil..... Will...... Ghosbu.............. Tommy.......... Dad............."

And then everything went black. Y/N couldn't see or feel anything. Not even after her youngest brother, the ghost of her older brother, and the three fiances of the SMP untrapped them. There was nothing.

After what felt like years for the brothers, there was finally a glimpse of Y/N waking up. But they continued to drift in and out of consciousness and whenever someone tried communicating they were completely unresponsive.

During this amount of time, it was agreed that it was in their best interest for their wings to be removed. They were both utterly useless now after being crushed and would just be extra weight with unnecessary pain that can be avoided the sooner their wings get removed. Just in case Y/N was still aware of everything going on, they were put under amnesia to lower the chance of them feeling the agony of a wing removal surgery.

Slowly Y/N began more responsive to people, but never to the same amount. Everyone that took care of them were absolutely heartbroken when they figured out part of the rock that fell on them damaged a vital organ that allowed a person to see. Luck was in fact on their side for damaging their eyesight instead of the brain, however most people didn't see it that way.

Ghostbur took it upon himself to become Y/N's seeing-eye dog. He missed having Friend nearby and Y/N was the thing he connected to the most after Friend's death.

After a few months of trying to get used to no longer having sight or wings Y/N was finally allowed back in their lab with a large amount of supervision from Ghostbur. While carefully running their hands across some unfinished inventions, Y/N comes across the goggles that they made at least a year ago. It immediately smarked a memory deep within their brain, the closest thing they had felt to seeing something ever since doomsday.

"Ghostbur, what color are these?" "Oh, they're blue. Blue's a really nice color, it reminds me of Friend. Do you remember Frien- Why are you looking down at those like that? Would you like some blue, it takes your sadness away! Wait dont put them on, the glass has cracks!" Y/N snickers as the ghost tries to take them away from them without being super forceful, "I'm already blind, what's the worst it can do?"

"Dont say that!" Ghostbur gasps, "We will find a way to get your vision back, those goggles might make it impossible!"

"I made these around the time you first showed up. I ran multiple tests with them and I was able to help a blind person see the world again. Sure, it was very blurry, hard to distinguish a lot of colors from each other, we have a different kind of blindness, and its been more that a year since I last tested them, but they might still work." Y/N explains, then they turn their back to Ghostbur and put the goggles on. This time, Ghostbut only makes a sound in protest.

Blinking, Y/N could feel the stimulation in their brain that they lost along with their eyesight come back. They moved their hands from the position they were in to put the invention on to Y/N's line of sight, and they could see their hands again. Fuzzy, shapeless, hands with a few bandaids and many scars on them.

"So, are they working?"

The voice of your brother brings Y/N back to reality and they turn to look at him. They had completely forgotten what Ghostbur looked like, only remembering vaguely what child Wilbur looked liked and a brief description of how Ghostbur's appearance differed for Wilbur's.

Y/N wraps their arms around the Ghost, not actually hugging but just doing the motion to where they would hug a person they could actually touch, as they tried to not cry in front of him.

(WOOOOOO THIS ENDED UP A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET, SO I SEPARATED IT INTO TWO PARTS)

Techno with an S/O that has no concept of personal space and is like, always super close to him without realizing it

  Honestly relatable lmao. The only thing stopping me from this is only having cosplay friends that I am only actually near when cosplaying, currently only cosplaying people with wings and/or fragile armor, and Covid. Anyways, enjoy!

  (Btw, holy heck my last post got a lot of attention for my first actual post. Thank you sm ^^)

~Technoblade With An S/O Who’s Bad At Giving Personal Space~

   If you’re someone who does this when you met (or even before you officially met) he’s pretty weirded out and thinking about what you could possibly be planning, even if you don’t even realize that he’s there. He might get prepared to fight you about 5 times before he figures out that it’s just something you do (for whatever reason)

  If you only do it when you get to know him he’ll be concerned about what your intentions are with becoming friends with him. He’ll eventually ask you suspiciously about why you always get super close to him and won’t completely believe you when you tell him why, but tries to believe you the best he can.

   If you wear (a) gold ring(s) and/or (a) gold bracelet(s), he lowkey enjoys it though. Even before he started gaining feelings.

  He likes his personal space sometimes so he doesn’t get annoyed by it every so often, but there are also many times where he’s happy that you stay right next to him instead of slipping, getting lost, or something of that sort that could happen if you weren’t such a magnet.

   It 100% makes him look less scary to a lot of people, but does he care? No, absolutely not. But he’ll still leave you with Phil a lot since he doesn’t want you to get hurt. (Poor Phil has to deal with almost no privacy during those times but he has three children, he can deal.)

  Overall he does enjoy having you basically on him 24/7.

  But if he sees you close to someone other than himself, Phil, and sometimes Ranboo? You bet he’s upset as hell. If any form of government or Dream tries to use your ability to be magnetic to people without even realizing it he will give in to the voices and be even more protective over you.

 At one point he heard one of the voices suggesting handcuffing you to him so you can’t magnetize to someone else, but he wants you to feel comfortable and not like he’s an obsessed monster so he bans banishes ignores that voice.