Silence Can Be Loud

❤ Silence Can Be Loud

Request by @monomari : "...Can I request a c!Techno x male reader? Techno had the Voices demanding blood and lost control so afterward the reader comforts him and patches him up..." [paraphrased]

[900+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: You head off for some errands but by the time you get home, somethings happened to Techno. [Technoblade x M!Reader]

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{《☆》}

Technoblade is frowning as you sift the bag on your shoulder. His voice is gruff with the lingering cold he had gotten over just a few days ago, "I don't see why you'd need to visit Tommy."

"I'm just going to drop a few things off, Techno, chill," You chuckle softly, standing on your toes (because damn it Technoblade is a very tall piglin brute) to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'll be back before you know it, Techno. Just get some rest, you're still getting over your cold. You need it."

"Alright," He grumbles reluctantly. He passes you a totem anyways. "Just in case."

You grin fondly. "Alright, take care now."

You can tell that Technoblade still watches you head off anyway. Even with your attempts to mollify him, he'll always be just a tad bit overprotective. It's frankly a bit adorable though, so you don't mind quite as much as you probably should.

{《☆》}

You're walking back to Techoblade's after a frankly chaotic evening with Tommy and Ranboo, who apologized quite a few times for taking up so much of your time. Poor boy was way too anxious all of the time. You prop the door open with your foot as you enter because the inside is a bit too warm before you notice just how trashed everything inside was.

The door falls shut behind you and you can't help but flinch at the loud thud it makes as it slams shut. You bend down to cradle a sharp piece of a vase you had made for Technoblade ages ago, more just crumbling the longer you touch it.

Technoblade. Your heart falls to your stomach as you realize that maybe someone had done this trying to hurt Technoblade, maybe trying to find you. You weren't a particularly hated individual, not by the server's standards, but you still had enemies.

"Techno! Techno, are you here! Please," Your voice feels like straight syrup pouring down your throat. That so-sweet-it's-bitter taste and the not being able to swallow. "I need you to say something."

It's quiet, so fucking quiet for just a few moments before the noise of something crashing upstairs has you sprinting to the ladder, fumbling to make your legs work and to actually move.

You feel palpable relief when you're standing at the doorway to a room so thoroughly trashed that the downstairs looks clean. You almost fall to your knees as your eyes meet Technoblade's maroon red and so pitiful eyes as they stare at you blankly. He croons softly at you, voice weak as blood marks every inch of his arms and is smeared over his chest. His face, his usually pearly white tusks, both are stained in a similar deep red.

"Oh, Techno," Your voice is a soft whisper. He croons again as you fall to your knees in front of him. "Oh, darling. I'm so sorry. Come here, dear, you're okay."

Technoblade falls towards you, all muscle mass and towering height, and you catch him just as easily as he trusts you. You brush the hair from his eyes. gently shushing his pitiful whining. You wipe at the blood on his face, "You should've told me they were being loud. I'm so sorry I wasn't here."

He nudges his nose into your cheek softly, disagreeing with a quiet chuff. You brush a hand slowly through his hair, trying not to tug too hard at the clumps that the blood has made in his hair. "You're going to be okay darling. You're safe with me, you know that dear."

"Always," He whines softly into your ear, barely legible but a good sign anyway. You nod, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He chuffs fondly at you, pressing his eyes closed at whatever the voices have to say about you.

"We need to patch you up, Techno." You murmur softly into his scalp. He chuffs in understanding but his arms still tighten around your middle, almost childishly. "You need to let me go so I can grab the first aid kit."

Technoblade reluctantly lets go, though his eyes are on you the entire time. You tug a loose floorboard out and pull the hidden first aid kit out of the tight cranny that Technoblade had specifically created for hiding places like these. He lets out a pleased little whine when you're back in his arms, though it's a looser hold now that you're working on wrapping the wounds up.

They're mostly flesh wounds, nothing to immediately worry about, so you take the extra time to soak the bandages in regeneration. Technoblade chuffs in approval, gently pressing his head to your shoulder to bonk it in an appreciative gesture. You wipe the blood from his arms carefully as your waiting and he lets you because you are quite possibly the only person he trusts with this. With himself.

You know how hard it is for him, especially with the paranoid voices whispering in his ears, and you press a sweet kiss to his forehead, right between his brows. He nuzzles into you again and by the time you've finally wrapped up his arms, he is putty melded against your side. He tries to pull you down with him but you just giggle softly, shaking your head. "I'm not sleeping in a blood-stained bed."

Technoblade whines but lets you lead him to your room, with clean sheets and absolutely none of the blood that his room had. "There we go darling, there you go. So good for me, dear."

He whines at your loving tone, pulling you in close to nuzzle your head with absolutely no control over himself. It's adorable and you lift your head to press a fond kiss onto his lips. "Go to bed darling. I'll protect you."

Techno chuffs softly in agreement and falls asleep curled around you.

{《☆》}

[Yoooo! Welcome back gamers to today's letplay— okay yeah no. Anyways I'm gonna keep this short. Life has been eh-ish, writing schedule is fucked, but overall school is only half-way kicking my ass.]

[Anyways loves, I hope you all make your day/night a good one. Take care of yourselves, drink water and eat food and sleep 8 hours. People care for you and one day you won't need parasocial block men relationships, PEACE ♡♡♡]

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💜 DAY 8 OF MONSTER WEEK [HALLOWEEN] — GHOST TUBBO

[1800+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You go Ghost hunting and end up meeting a traumatized ghost.

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"This is so creepy," You murmur, slowly trailing the light of your flashlight across the dull, stone walls. The buildings, ruins of some old castle, were horror movie material. It made it really popular a while back when a few Ghost hunters filmed an episode focusing on its apparent haunting.

You're sure it's all just babble meant to sell more tourist traps and attract ghost nuts. That's the only reason you accept your friends' dare to explore the place but now that you're actually here, you're regretting that decision a bit.

A loud gust of wind shakes the windows and you bite your tongue, trying to shake off your nerves. There were probably other people inside as well, so at the very least you're not alone.

You tug at one of the many doors, though this one is distinctly unique in that the locked bolt is on the outside. You tug at the rusty bolt and it snaps off instantly. Guilty, you drop it to the floor, looking around for witnesses. No one's around though so you kick the bolt far, far away. No evidence.

Of course, you've already unlocked it You strain yourself for almost a minute trying to pry the door open but even unlocked, it's almost glued shut. You turn to walk away when a quiet 'creeeak' comes from behind.

You whirl around, hands trembling. The door is wide open now, framing a desolate and dark room, enveloped in thick shadows. You fumble with your flashlight and it falls to the floor, rolling about a foot away from you and right in front of the now-unlocked door.

You slowly step forward, squatting down to pick up the flashlight without taking your eyes off the door and its tempting entrance.

You know there are other people in the castle, you broke in easily enough so you know entering wouldn't be a problem for others. Knowing this, you jump to thinking it's someone pulling your leg, hoping that's all there is to it. But there's a sinking in your stomach, tossing and turning and thinking that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a prank but something else. Something otherworldly.

You tighten your hold on your flashlight, just in case, and step through the door. You're swept by a wave of chills instantly, though all the windows in this particular room are clamped shut and sealed like they were trying to keep something trapped inside.

You walk towards the bed that's oddly enough set in the exact middle of the room. You scan the flashlight across the room, realizing distantly how the furniture makes the room look like a dungeon. It's all muted colours, dusty beyond belief. You think back to the rusty bolt you snapped off and realize that no one's entered the room in what's probably been decades.

You walk around the bed to see the other side of the room when you spot marks against the floor. You stifle a gasp by biting your tongue, staring at the marks with wide eyes. You trace the marks leading from 4 spots, 2 against a wall and another 2 evenly spaced in front of them, scratched into long lines leading towards the bed. Your brows furrow as you realize the marks are from someone pushing the bed into the middle of the room. Weird.

You don't have to worry about it for long because you're immediately faced with an even worse issue. The door shuts and you instantly run towards it. "Fuck,"

You're so screwed, so so screwed. The door isn't opening no matter how much you push and shove. You know it's not locked, you had broken that before entering, but it feels like someone barricaded it with ten tons, impossible to push or even make budge.

You get goosebumps instantly, a burning chill spreading behind your back, feeling like someone standing, pressed behind you. You whirl around and there is nothing, no one. You cast the light of your flashlight across the room rapidly and your heart leaps to your throat when you double-take to a slumbering figure on the bed. The bed you were previously standing next to. The (previously) empty one.

it's made of different shades of white, casting the room in a moody glow. You're entranced by the beauty of the sleeping figure, feeling your nerves settling just by looking at the peaceful face of the slumbering teen. You take a step towards them, feeling out of control of your own body. You keep walking in a trance until you're a step away from the bed, close enough to see the muted shades of colour.

You lean towards them, just to admire them. It's an instinct, the same way a baby cries when they're hungry. You want to know how it feels to sleep so peacefully. You want to sleep long enough to know how it feels when your bones turn to ash…

Their eyes fly open and you're instantly shot back into your body, falling back onto your butt, trembling. Their skin is more pigmented now, flushed with energy in the same way that yours is now pale like someone applied a white overlay to it. You don't know where your flashlight is so you stumble to your feet and almost trip over a table trying to find the door.

"You look fucking stupid," It giggles like your panic is amusing. They admire their skin, which is still glowing radiantly, but it's stronger now. If you could describe it you'd say that earlier it was a dying ember and now it's a strong flame. "I took a bit too much energy from you, sorry for that."

It stretches leisurely, "Though if I hadn't stopped you, you would've lost your soul so really you should thank me."

You finally find the door but it's still locked. You push at it, putting all your weight behind it. Your knees go weak and you almost fall to the floor, exhausted and panting.

"That's not going to work," It watches you, frowning. It shakes it's head when you push yourself to stand taller, sighing when you try slamming the door open and failing. "You should stop trying, you're only going to fail."

"What do you want," You cry out, feeling drained both mentally and emotionally, not to mention psychically. Though you do have that fucking ghost to blame for that last one. "Why won't you let me leave."

Its face twists at your words like the word is revolting, though it's overshadowed by the raw sadness dragging its otherworldly beauty down. "We can't leave. The door has to stay shut. It has to stay shut."

"it was open earlier," You stutter as their eyes settle on you, full of more emotions than just the amusement you saw earlier. "How do you think I got in?"

Its face is full of despair as they stare at the door, anxiously pressing itself into one of the bedposts. "No one saw you enter. No one heard the door close. If they did…" They look back to you, "Where were they, why didn't they stop you? Maybe… Maybe this is a trick."

"What trick," You find the energy to stand again, staring them down. "Why can't we open the door."

"You're trying to get me to open the door so I get in trouble again," They murmur anxiously, their skin pulsing with vibrant, human colours. "I can't leave, I can't leave, never again."

"No one's waiting out there to hurt you," You drop your tone to a low, soothing hush, "I just want to go home. Please just let me open the door."

"It's not me," They whispher, "It's the maids. They've locked me in here again. We can't leave until they say so. We can't leave or they'll hurt us. They're only pretending to be gone, they tricked both of us."

You almost scream in frustration. None of your words are getting through to him. Instead, you slowly walk over, "No one is out there, I checked. The only person keeping you trapped here is you. We can leave."

"What?" They scan your face, hands trembling. You're standing next to the bed and you hesitantly offer your hand. They stare at it for a second, their voice comes out a whisper, "Are you sure?"

When you nod, he sets his hand into yours. They don't really step onto the floor, their feet are more whisphy, but he's on the same level as you now. He stares at the door, face still haunted, so you take the first step towards it.

He trails after you, still holding your hand. When your hand wraps around the handle, his breath stops (though you imagine as a ghost it's unneeded). The door slowly pushed open and they squeezed your hand anxiously, eyes darting around the empty, dark hallway. There is no one there though and he is still trembling.

"They could be hiding," They whisper low, setting your hair on edge. They hurriedly tug you back. "They're going to come back, we need to go back inside."

"No," You say firmly and start dragging him along with all your might. You need to leave and evidently, so does this ghost. You turn the corner and it's empty, he seems more anxious at that sight. You turn another corner and then another and then you are standing in an overgrown garden.

The ghost seems mesmerized by the plants, staring at them with an alienated fascination. They let go of your hand to walk towards a flower, hands spreading frost across its petal. He doesn't seem to know how much strength to hold it with and he rips a petal off. He tries again, smoothing the petal between his fingers. It looks ice cold now but he is smiling brightly, skin back to a softer, pastel light.

"No one is here anymore," He mutters to you, entranced by the flowers the same way you were entranced by him earlier. He looks up at you, "I never asked your name, did I?"

"I'm Y/N," You say softly, taking one of the fallen petals into your hand. As you had thought, it is cold but it is also beautiful. Memorialized in the ice, almost. "I didn't ask your name either."

"Oh," They look over to the plants again, "I've never… I'm Tubbo. I'm the- I was the prince. I think I'm dead now."

"Yeah," You nod. "I think it sucks you were trapped in that room for so long."

"It did suck," He takes a deep breath in, "But I don't have to go back now. My father, King Schlatt, hated me. He hated even looking at me. I wasn't allowed to leave my room. It got so lonely and now… I don't know now."

"Now you're free." You take his hand and put the frozen petal on his palm. He looks back up at you, starry-eyed. "You can go anywhere. You don't have to be alone anymore."

"Can I come with you," He says breathily, excited. "I've always wanted to see the kingdom. I've only read books. How much has changed?"

You can't help but laugh, "Okay. I guess I've got a ghost buddy now."

{《☆》}

[This wasn't supposed to be this long or depressing ngl but i love a good angsty backstory. Anyways lore time, TW FOR THIS SECTIONS!!! Tubbo is a dead prince who as we find out had been hated by his father, king Schlatt and basically exiled to a separate wing of the palace. He is locked in his room most of the time and has been traumatized repeatedly whenever he leaves, usually by the guard and maids who lock him in there. After the palace got destroyed by rioters, Tubbo died of starvation in his room and came back as a ghost due to the traumatic experiences he faced. He still doesn't leave the room though because he's afraid of being hurt again and still believes he's being locked in there as punishment until you help him through that.]

[Anyways the next two posts will be spread out over the next day because I was too ambitious in my planning but rest assured, I will post them even if they're a bit late.]

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HAPPY DREAM DAY

may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

{《☆》}

[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

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VAMPIRR WILBUR >>> HES AMAZING ILY ILY

THANK YOU SO MUCH KIND ANON, I AGREE VAMP WILBUR >>> ANYONE ELSE I ADORE VAMPIRES

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❤️ DAY 1 OF MONSTER WEEK — VAMPIRE WILBUR

[1400+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: It's in the title. He's just a vamp, you made jewelry, what more can I say?

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You brush your fingers down your coat, a thick fur coat Wilbur had gotten you especially for today, trying not to fiddle too much. Wilbur obviously caught onto your anxiety and took your hand in his, leaning down to press a kiss to your knuckles. His fangs ghosted over your skin, "No one will harm you, beloved."

"You will protect me, yes?" You asked softly, twisting to offer him your arm instead.

"Always," His teeth sunk into your forearm like butter, ice flooding your veins followed by a familiar numbness.

You relaxed back into the coach box's seat as Wilbur pulled back and your wound slowly mends itself back together. You bring your arm back to you and drag your fingers over where the wound had been. It's odd, you know you should be feeling something but your touch is dull and there is nothing but skin.

You remember the first time he had bitten you. It felt much different than it does now. His eyes much sharper, teeth puncturing twin holes into your neck. It hadn't been numb, then. It burned, like pressing you hand flat against an iron except through your entire body, a pain nothing could soothe.

It had been an accident the first time. He had gone mad in his hunger, devouring anything to satiate the gnawing desire to feed. You were just lucky that he had devoured a whole house of mice before he had found you. It's likely the only reason he didn't bleed you dry.

When he came to he had seemed so mournful, as if the life of a stranger had meant so much to him as to cry when it's gone. But, by some miracle, you had survived. He had spent months nursing you back to peak health, a better health than you'd been in before he'd attacked, and sometime between then and now, you had fallen for each other.

With your consent he had began feeding from you periodically. Twice a week, supplementing the rest with the animals that had taken over the abandoned house next door. And with this arrangement came a meeting with a witch named Niki, who had given you a few talismans to protect you. They had helped to make Wilbur's feeding easier too.

Now, almost a year after meeting Wilbur and 4 months since you started dating, he wanted you to meet his family. You had, quite honestly, presumed Wilbur had no family until then, as he had brought up not a whispher or mutter of any family.

You agreed to meet his family but now that you were truly on your way there, not simply speaking empty promises, you were anxious. Wilbur had assured you that everyone in his family had a proper control over their hunger but still, you couldn't help but worry. And on top of that, what if Wilbur's father didn't like your gift? Then you'd have made a bad impression on top of being dead, the horror.

Wilbur broke you out of your thoughts with a soft press to your hand. Being brought back to the present, you notice that the coach box has already slowed to a near stop. Your eyes drift to the beautiful five story house (if you can call it that) with a thick, gothic style stone archway, artfully decorated by a budding moss.

The door pops open and Wilbur is on his feet instantly, holding a hand out for you. You're almost mesmerized by the way Wilbur looks back at his home, with hair mused by the wind, a piece of his lip caught between his teeth.

Now it's your turn to press your hand to his, helping him find his footing. Wilbur's face softens and he offers his arm to you, "Shall we?"

"I suppose we shall," You go through the archway and the air instantly feels different. You can't place how but Wilbur just takes a deep breath in, like he's savoring clear air.

You can spot the three men from the steps, though you imagine they've been able to see you for a while. Two of them—the older blond and the well-built pink one— are eyeing you critically, the only one to look happy to see you both is the young, tall blond who's positively bouncing on his feet. Or, more accurately, happy to see your boyfriend.

"Wilbur!" They beam, "You look like shit."

"Watch your language around our guest, Tommy," The older blond tutts before looking directly at you and finally smiling, "It's wonderful to meet you, Wilbur has told us all about you. I'm Phil, his sire."

Sire. Basically his father then.

"It's nice to meet you too," You shake his hand. Apparently age doesn't detract from strength since this man seems to have it in spades.

"I'm Tommy, Wilbur's favourite," Tommy chirps out, already poking at Wilbur incessantly. He looks exactly like an annoying younger brother should.

"I'm Technoblade," The tall, broody pink-haired one drones out. "Wilbur's actual favourite."

"He's my vampire twin!" Wilbur excitedly ushers you towards the door. "We were turned on the same day, only he was turned a few years early. We're basically twins besides that."

"Not how it works, Wil." Phil sighs. He, Techno and Tommy step through the door, while you and Wilbur stop just before the frame. Wilbur hesitates and you take the first step, winding your hands together and pulling him through the door with you.

Wilbur relaxes when he makes his way inside without trouble, as if doubting that his home would ever stop welcoming him. You squeeze his hand when he lingers a moment too long at the doorframe and he smiles at you, pulling you towards the drawing room.

{《☆》}

Phil absoloutely loves the jewelry you had brought him. The dazzling emeralds gleam seem to enchant the old vampire and he made quirk work of wearing them. After a jealous outburst from Tommy, you had promised the rest of the family matching pairs.

Dinner was going wonderful too. Even though none of them needed human food, they all were polite enough to share and eat along with you. No one (besides Tommy) complained and they seemed like such nice people, completely making you forget you had been nervous to begin with.

"So, what type of magical being are you?" Phil asked with a polite smile.

You and Wilbur froze. You glanced over at him, asking with your eyes how he'd forgotten to mention something so important in his letter. Wilbur winced and opened his mouth, only to instantly close it. Honestly, how had you fallen for such an airhead.

"They aren't—"

"They're a witch, obviously," Tommy snorted, as if Phil's question was truly that easy to answer. "Can't you feel the talismans on them. Quite high class too."

Phil rolled his eyes fondly, "Not all of us are sensitive to Magic, Tom."  He turned to you, "So, a witch. I always knew Wilbur had a type."

"I do not have a type," Wilbur pouts. Then he looks back to you, tipping his head. You shake your head back and he just nods, trying to subtly mimick zipping his lips. He fails.

{《☆》}

"That wasn't at all like how I planned it to be," Wilbur groans, but he can't keep the smile off his face. "They loved you."

"I wouldn't say love, but we certainly got along," You falter for a second, "but they still don't know I'm human."

"Well, what they don't know won't kill them," Wilbur offers. He frowns when you don't even smile, moving to kneel down, staring up at you. You can't look away as he reaches a hand up to smooth over your cheek. "It's not a big deal, beloved. I could always write Phil another letter, he won't judge you for it."

"And Tommy? He was so excited to find out I was a witch," You mumble, leaning heavily into his palm. "I just don't want to mess anything up."

"You could never, my moonlight, you are perfect." Wilbur fixes you with a strong gaze, every word coming out of his mouth like proven fact, strong and indisputable. It almost makes you believe it too.

"If you really want," Wilbur offers, "I can ask Niki to train any magic potential you have. Tommy saw something special in you besides the talisman, I know it's not displaced."

You melt into Wilbur, feeling pure warmth in your heart, "How did I get so lucky?"

"I should be asking you that," Wilbur leans up and kisses you, lips cold and warmth flooding your face.

{《☆》}

[WELCOME, MY FELLOW MONSTER FUCKERS, TO YOUR SAFE HAVEN!]

[In a more serious manner, I'm going to post everyday (for the next week) leading up to Halloween following a self-made prompt list. On the actual day of Halloween I'm planning on making 3 posts, which is ambitious but I'm mentally ill so I'm going through with it anyways.]

[Anyways, I'm feeling dysphoric so another trans!male reader comfort fix will probably be uploaded soon. Take care of yourselves, you odd, odd folks.]

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