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Admiral James T. Kirk has not exactly celebrated the holidays, the past few years.
This year is an anomaly.
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- Part 2 of Moments in Time: TOS Movie-Era
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10 Jan 2026
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Ice rasped across the front windows of the McDonalds, just audible over the radio Tubbo had cruelly set to hip-hop with the argument “I’m the supervisor, fuck you, go clean”. Visibility from the storm was so bad he only saw the edge of the parking lot in snatches. Tommy leaned on the counter and watched the swooping patterns made by the snow illuminated in the streetlights.
“Not getting any better out there?” Ranboo said, coming out of the entrance to the kitchen and leaning on the head-lamp-lit delivery station. He put his elbow on hot metal and snatched it back, hissing.
“It’s getting fucking ah-bys-mal out there,” Tommy said, draping himself over the counter in an attempt to stretch out his back. “I haven’t even seen any plows for like, a year.” His headset chimed and Tommy straightened like he’d been shocked. “Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?”
There was no response from the speaker. Tommy and Ranboo looked at the drive-thru monitor, which showed an empty order lane nearly full of drifting snow.
“Probably the wind,” Ranboo said unnecessarily.
“Fuck you, bitch,” Tommy said, going back to leaning over the counter again.
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- Part 4 of Gift Exchange Works
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08 Jun 2025
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There was another pulse of white light, and eight Phils appeared on the dias next to him, armour and weapons missing.
“Uh,” the wizard said, staring at them. The Phils stared back. At the front of the dais, one of the figures started examining his hands, flexing taloned fingers at himself.
“That is to say!” Dante recovered, throwing an arm out in the direction of the figures and glaring at Techno. “My cunning trap has copied your pathetic little friend eight times! Which of these identical copies is your puny lackey? Choose wisely, because the others will be disintegrated!”
Okay, new challenge.
Or: Techno & Phil via an evil wizard.
Day Four: Scars
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- Part 4 of Techno + Phil Week
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06 Jun 2025
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"What the fuck are you doing here?" Philza asked. "Hell, why’d they send a single vet in the first place? That’s fucking insane.”
“So, they’ve got this theory that since I was the guy treating most of the dinosaurs here a couple years back, they’ll be more likely to let me close enough to get swabs,” Techno explained. “Which is true for the herbivores, but the Dilophosaurus? The Carnotaurus? Nah. Nah, those guys’ll kill me as soon as they look at me. They’ll let me get close to save themselves the effort of walking an extra few feet to chomp me down. I’m just going after the Pachy’s and the oviraptors at this point, and then I’m thinking I’ll call and get extracted.”
The emergency lights hummed, a persistent itch at Techno’s brain like someone dragging a fork down a ceramic plate. Somewhere down the hallway, the little raptor chuffed, like it was talking to itself; outside, past the thick metal door, a Brachiosaurus bellowed as the herd gathered in for the evening. It sounded like a foghorn going off.
“Wasn’t thinking I’d mention you, though,” Techno added. “If you wanna live out here, dude, that’s none of my business. I’m not being paid enough to be a snitch.”
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- Part 61 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 12 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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30 May 2025
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“Leave him alone,” Phil was snarling, “stop, fucking stop, let me think for a second– get out of my fucking head, just wait, let me think!”
That was a savage tone, a facing off with the enemy tone, but the most Technoblade could muster in response was a bile-black, oily shudder, sticky with horror and scraps of adrenaline. Generally the aftermath of a major action was shakiness, so that wasn’t weird, but this was different somehow. He had his eyes closed. He was lying on the floor like a rookie who’d given up, and he couldn’t even muster determination at that because existence wasn’t real and neither was he–
Stop. Recalibrate. Philza was yelling at something above his head, and Techno was facedown on a stone floor, cold enough to sting the tiny amount of skin that touched it. The floor was adorned with symbols he didn’t recognize, an octangula with fluid wavering edges and more lines that hurt to look at, but he could simply decide to look away, so he did that.
Score one for Technoblade. If reality stopped making sense, that was reality’s problem.
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- Part 62 of dream smp fic my beloved
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30 May 2025