Also For All My Quackity Simps , Heres An Idea For Yall.

Also for all my quackity simps , heres an idea for yall.

In his casino you the reader can be like those show girls kinda like jessica rabbit or like flapper girls. Like theres a small stage for you beside the bar. Etc and maybe for a fanfic someone hits on you and he noticed taking out his axe etc. Idk.

Loki: *slowly remove heart-shaped sunglasses*

Loki: i beg your fucking pardon

Howdy howdy howdy! I do hope your taking breaks, drinking water and eating food! But I was wondering if you can write a something for technoblade where his S/O is known to be a coward and sleeps all the time but when they are in the zone it’s like a different person. Like Instead of being a scaredy-cat they can fight with precision and accuracy. Then go back to there usual sleepy self.

~🐏 stay safe! <3

. . .

The clash of swords and shields ring throughout the air. The summer season made the tundra slightly warmer than it normally is, but it still has a nip in the wind. The snow crunches loudly under the steps of your companions. You lazily watch the two fight, leaning up against a nearby bunch of hay bales. 

Philza and Techno are sparring, dodging each other's attacks and jabs easily. It’s almost a blur of fabric while they fight. They’re graceful fighters, nimble even. Their dedication to fighting makes you tired, despite not even being involved in the brawl. You yawn loudly, tears rising to your eyes with the action. You sink back into the comfort of your scarf, wanting to go back inside. But, they want you to watch them fight. Since you usually back down from conflicts, they hoped you’d at least know how to defend yourself from seeing them spar. You grumble to yourself, closing your eyes briefly. A loud shout catches your attention and you open them once more. 

An arrow is heading in your direction, a misfire from one of their crossbows. It nears quickly, feathers spinning behind it. Your eyes narrow and you hastily lift your hand. The arrow stops right before your face, having been caught in between your fingers. The two are quiet when you drop the arrow into the snow. You lean back into the hay, feeling lazy again. 

“Um, dear? What was that?” Techno approaches, obviously confused. Philza stands by his side, his own head tilting. 

“What was what?” You mumble sleepily. 

“How did you catch that arrow?” Philza looks down at the arrow then back to you. Even he is lost. He’s seen some amazing reflexes and skills while alive, but nothing too close to this. You hum, looking down at the arrow then back to them. You shrug casually. 

“I don’t know. I just kinda did. Can I go back inside now?” They pause, eyes drifting to one another. 

“Not yet. Could you come over here?” With a heavy sigh, you push yourself off of the bale and walk over to them. Philza gestures for you to move past them and towards the spot they were fighting at earlier. You continue, hating how the slushy snow feels against your shoes. 

It isn’t the sound of the weapon being loaded that makes you tense up. But, rather the feeling of a chill running through your body. Hair stands on end and you follow your intuition, side stepping just in time to avoid another arrow. You turn back to look at the others, eyes narrowing. They watch, mouths agape at your change in attitude. You stare them down, more awake than ever. 

“Which one of you shot that arrow?” You glare, eyes catching onto the crossbow in Philza’s hands. He slowly moves it behind him, whistling awkwardly. You hold out your hand, summoning an iron sword from your inventory. “If you want to spar, then come over here.” With an annoyed huff you rush forward. Philza brings forward his own sword, blocking your swing. Together they spar, your fighting skills almost on par with the older man. Your movements aren’t elegant, yet each attack is thought out and brimming with great accuracy. Techno whistles lowly when you knock the sword from Philza’s hands. 

You turn to him. “You wanna fight too, pig boy?” He nods almost too eagerly, running forward with his own sword. He’s memorized watching you fight with such ease. You act so different in the spar, taking it seriously too. He hasn’t seen this side of you before. Lost in his thoughts, he missed the boot swinging towards him. It crashes into his stomach, sending him to the ground. Techno grunts, especially when you point the sword to his neck. 

The voices are practically thriving, singing praises amongst each other. They bounce off one another, some louder than the rest. 

That’s our love. That was really hot. Could they always do that? I would gladly let them step on me any day. 

Happy grunts escape from Techno’s throat, a blush rising to his face. His piglin ears flap with excitement while he stares up at you. Lifting an eyebrow, you gesture to him with the sword.

“Give up?” He nods almost hesitantly, accepting your hand to pull himself up. After a moment, you put the sword back into your inventory. Like a flip has been switched, you slouch slightly. Yawning, you glance back at the male. 

“All this fighting makes me tired, can we go back in now?” Your voice is soft once more, your lazy personality back again. Techno smiles, pulling you into a side hug. He agrees, leading you to the house.

The voices slow and become quieter when you link hands with him. But, they still mumble to each other about the events of today. Even if you can fight, they encourage Techno to protect you. After all, they don’t want to lose you either. 

Loki and a streamer or an influencer reader

Then they show the fans loki and the fans freak out :))

AS A STREAMER AND A SYKUNNO KIN THIS HITS DIFFERENT also no i wont put my handle here go off luvs </3

“hey guys what’s up woah how are there so many of you already??” you laugh at the increasing numbers of viewers.

! kuroosgirlfriend donated $6 and commented: we decided if we could get you $500 you have to show us your boyfriend

“lmao what boyfriend?” you asked, and your crewmates on mic groan as they run through the Skeld to complete their tasks.

“come on, y/n, we don’t even know who he is!” your crewmate, poshnexus, shouts from proximity chat. “show him to us at the end of this round or we’ll eject you.”

“eject me??” you dramatically exclaim. “well he’s sitting right next to me, don’t @ me bitches”

your crewmates scream as ping after ping sounds through the room, and loki snickers off-cam.

! someone donated $6 and commented: OMG YAY WE’LL FINALLY SEE SOMETHING BESIDES HIS FUCKING HANDS

that was the breaking point. loki burst out into chuckles, and you swatted him.

“shut the fuck up!” you whispered, but it was too late. you can hear poshnexus screaming on the other end.

“OH LORD IS THAT CORPSE HUSBAND PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DATING CORPSE HUSBAND”

just as she says that, you feel loki’s finger wrap around your throat. your eyes widen, but he just looks at you and presses a finger to his lips with his other hand, smirking as the donations come back in.

! sus-ginoo donated $5 and commented: AJSKDJASKDJASJDKAJ IM GOING TO DIE IF IT’S CORPSE CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU LOVE ME-

“unfortunately, guys,” you sigh. “it’s not corpse.”

“then who-”

before posh can finish her words, you tilt the camera with a hand, and loki flashes your fans a smirk, squeezing your throat harder.

! girlinred commented: HOLY SHIT

! piazzaz donated $10 and commented: baby im not even here im a hallucination

! trashcannot donated $ 100 and commented: A KING FOR A QUEEN I’D KNEEL FOR YOU

posh screams. “PLEASE TELL ME HE’S JUST A COSPLAYER”

you smile. “he’s not.”

“HE ISN’T??” posh screams again. “HOW- WHY- OH MY GOD-”

you and loki laugh. “take your time, posh. in the meantime, holy shit, we got to 2 grand??”

! joshuathepenguin commented: how am i gonna ever get a date if all the totally hot ones are taken??

! levisslut donated $50 and commented: 10K AND SHE HAS HIM WEAR THE WHOLE COSTUME THING

! layeagerista commented: I’D STEAL LOKI FROM Y/N AND Y/N FROM LOKI SJDKSJAKJSDKAJK

you go to type a thank you to the chat, but loki’s hold on you still stands strong.

“loki,” you whisper. “you can let go of my n-”

“no,” he growls softly, pulling you onto his lap as he kicks your chair out of the way. “i want the world to know who my darling belongs to.”

before he can do anything, posh’s voice rings through the speakers. “hey, hey lovebirds, save it for onlyfans”

“POSH!”

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a/n: this was so cute whenkaya :((

submitted by @karnita-mexicana

POV it’s bring your daughter to work day and Frigg FaceTimes you while you’re home sick while Loki works out in the gym at the avengers complex.

Hope y’all like it :) (it was a real pain to edit out the wires on toms belt :/ )

THIS IS TOO MUCH I CANNOT BREATHE

“mom i think dad is dead”

“i’m fine”

welp if you need me i’ll be WRITING CAUSE THAT IS TOO CUTE AND FUNNY AND SO SO SO CANON

ugh you are so tALENTED HOW DO YOU DRAW GOOD. SO QUICKLY SO WELL. i’m in awe of you, thank you for sharing this with us unworthy souls :’)

𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 | 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: Techno saving male reader from dying in the nether and the voices yelling at him to kiss reader

Summary: You make the voices go quiet. Genre: fluff Warnings: mentions of death, a near death experience, cursing Pronouns: he/him Note: kinda short but i loved writing this (i love writing anything for techno so). Anyway, thanks for requesting and i hope you like it :]

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“This is going better than I expected,” you hummed.

From behind you, Techno grunted, “You must’ve expected death.”

You whipped around, glaring at him, “What makes you say that?”

“Y/N, we’ve been in the nether for less than thirty minutes and you’ve almost fallen in lava three times,” he said, tugging on the collar of this shirt as his face glistened with sweat. “Not to mention, when you finally decided to attack a blaze, and it started attacking you, you just ran away.”

You walked a few paces ahead of Techno, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes scanned the netherrack in search of the portal home, “What else was I supposed to do? Die?”

You felt a large hand on your shoulder, steering you a few degrees to your right. Techno pushed to the front and you followed, falling into a steady pace next to him. His eyes flickered down to the sword in your hand.

“Y/N, what is in your hand?”

You sighed, knowing exactly where he was going with this, “An enchanted netherite sword.”

“An enchanted netherite sword with some of the most powerful enchantments. You could’ve taken on the blazes.”

Squinting at him, you shoved him slightly to the side, “Whatever, asshole.”

You had to beg Techno to let you accompany him on a trip to the nether. He was convinced the second you stepped past the portal, you were taunting death. But in your eyes, how were you ever supposed to become more independent if you never got the chance to learn?

Spotting the eerie purple gleam from the nether portal in the distance, you picked up your pace, breaking into a jog.

You heard Techno yell at you to be careful, and you looked over your shoulder to stick your tongue out at him.

Suddenly, the ground under you crumbled and you felt yourself slip. The lava below you got closer and closer, and you could feel the heat against your skin through your clothes and armor. You held your breath, waiting for the pain that was sure to arrive.

Techno watched your body fall, heading straight for the lava. The voices screamed at him to do something. He couldn't lose you, not yet.

In a split second, his hands were around your waist, hoisting you up and over to stable ground. Your legs were trembling, heart pounding against your rib cage as your breathing stuttered. This was the closest you’ve ever been to death. The fiery glow of the bubbling lava beneath you that could’ve killed you, had Techno not been present. You stared up at him, eyes wide as you tried to find something to say. Somehow, saying thank you didn’t seem enough.

Techno was looking down at you, his eyes searching your face. The voices were making his head feel heavy, whispering to him.

Kiss him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his eyes flicked down to your lips for a moment. Suddenly, you were very aware of his large hands on your waist still, fingers splayed against your shirt.

You felt your face get warm and you looked away. The eye contact had gone on for too long.

Unbeknownst to you, the voices were yelling at Techno, making it hard for him to think straight.

Kiss him.

You’ll never get this chance again.

You nearly lost Y/N today, kiss him.

You figured you'd be here all day if you didn’t say anything, and as you tried to exit his grasp, you felt his hand tighten around you. One hand still holding onto you, he brought the other up to your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze once more.

Techno leaned down, lips mere inches away from your own.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

You nodded your head, losing trust in your words. He pressed his lips against yours and your eyes fluttered shut. Bringing your hands around his neck, you rested your arms on the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

It was hot, everything felt heavy, and you were surrounded by lava, but you felt at peace.

You pulled away as you felt yourself get lightheaded. Resting your head against his chest, you let him pull you in as you whispered a thank you.

And for once, the voices in Techno’s head were silent.