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tendebill36 minutes ago
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Avian Tommy design aka useless boy :) 馃挒
I was gonna design everyone on the Origin SMP (i even started sketching shulker tubbo and phantom wilbur) but I lost motivation :/
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justmillbird3 hours ago
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I've been super into the color pink lately... like, really into it. Can't wait to show you all my cool pink stuff sometime in the future~
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tsuncoon3 hours ago
Clingy parrot Mark Beaks ignores half of his gigantic bed in favor of cuddling and pushing Falcon Graves onto the floor馃槅
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votederpycausemufins5 hours ago
hey, this is a hermit!tommy fic. let鈥檚 get him back in here... at some point. oh! this is also chapter 15!
@petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel
Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: TheseusMC. Assigned roles: Helscraft Member, NSMP Member. Banned roles: None. Allowing Entry.
Theseus was surprised to see how undamaged the spawn area was. Even the surrounding land didn鈥檛 look that bad. He figured it was because it wasn鈥檛 in Hels. That was fine. The fact that it seemed calmer here meant this would be easy.
From his inventory, Theseus grabbed his mask and axe. He pulled his handkerchief up over his nose and then put his mask on, letting a single brown eye stay visible. He then held the axe so it rested on his shoulder before walking. Nightmare never stayed in one place, so this Dream person would likely be the same.聽
No matter, he would probably find him eventually, or the admin would get curious and come to him. Either way, he would find him. So Theseus started walking.
Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: EvilXisuma. Assigned roles: Helscraft Member, Hacker, Admin. Banned roles: None. Allowing Entry.
Xannes spawned in and looked around. The place was a little bit of a mess, but it wasn鈥檛 all that bad. It wasn鈥檛 like you were a step in the wrong direction away from being set on fire. Immediately he activated his present commands. The sky turned dark and started storming, lighting striking everywhere. Then he randomized a player and spawned in a mob, causing Xannes to get three messages sent to his helmet鈥檚 communicator.
JackManifold was blown up by creeper
<JackManifold> WHAT
<JackManifold> I WAS IN THE NETHER
Xannes chuckled before activating another command.
<CaptainPuffy> My stuff is suddenly just all gone
<CaptainPuffy> My inventory got wiped
And now how about a teleport or two?
Quackity fell from a high place
Ranboo suffocated in a block
He set up a few more commands and programmed it so they would play on loop while he went looking for the kids. He mostly ignored the messages coming in, instead focusing on trying to get the locations of the bots, but for whatever reason, something was stopping that. 鈥淐onsole? Who uses a console these days? They鈥檙e so鈥 inefficient and clunky. Anyone who can get to it can use it. Hmm, though I suppose that would make things easier for me.鈥
The hels admin punched another command into his helmet and found the coordinates for the Console. He would teleport, but they often had tp protection or traps around them. Sometimes both. Plus Xannes had no clue what the nearby area would look like. So instead, he set his player-mode to creative and started heading off in that direction.
As he got closer to the location, Xannes looked at the ground below. It was covered with some sort of red鈥 thing that seemed to be taking over the land. It honestly reminded him of the nylium war from a number of months ago. Obviously he couldn鈥檛 be sure how close it was to that, not having any experience with this particular problem. Plus, he wasn鈥檛 the admin, so he didn鈥檛 need to deal with it.
Xannes reached the coordinates and then paused. There was nothing here. Had he gotten them wrong? No, they were right. Even the y coordinate, so it wasn鈥檛 underground. But the console wasn鈥檛 here at all. It was just鈥 missing. He ran the command again just to be absolutely sure that these were the coordinates.聽
The command calculated the answer, and then gave him new coordinates. Great, it had given him the wrong place. Xannes rolled his eyes before really reading the new numbers. It wasn鈥檛 too terribly far from here, so Xannes adjusted and started towards the correct location. But then it wasn鈥檛 there either!
A third attempt of the command and a third set of coordinates. This time Xannes took the time to put himself into spectator mode to give himself the extra speed. But even then, there was nothing. 鈥淭his doesn鈥檛 make any sense!鈥 He turned back to creative mode, nearly trapping himself in some blocks. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a console! You can鈥檛 just carry them around with you! Unless this is something helping with the protection. That could be in. Leading me off on a wild goose chase so I can鈥檛 find it and give up. Well, it won鈥檛 stop me that easily!鈥
He started off back towards spawn, flying over any of that red stuff covering the ground. It started out with him just needing to jump over or hover for a second to avoid it, but as Xannes continued, it just covered more and more until he couldn鈥檛 take it anymore and went to see what the source was.
After a bit of travel, it seemed like Xannes was almost there. He could barely see an entrance, but the stuff, it looked like plants, were half covering it. He pulled out a weapon to try and cut the plants, only to move back when he ended up taking damage. 鈥淎lright鈥 what is this? I should be fine in this player-mode.鈥 He tried again to get the same result. He then spawned in some lit TNT and watched as the plants exploded leaving charred remains. Xannes went through the now clear opening and started going down the staircase that had been behind it, when it started getting significantly darker. Turning back around, he watched as the plants repaired themselves, pulling back together until they looked undamaged.
Xannes stared at the reformed plants for a few minutes before racing down the stairs. This was really unnatural. It was even to the point where he was considering just baling and saying it was a lost cause. As he attempted to dodge any plants hanging from the walls and ceiling, he instead managed to hit a tripwire and suddenly parts of the walls were moving in and out. The admin growled and stood in place for a second, before just using the commands to get rid of the moving blocks and continue to descend the steps.
He had almost reached the bottom when Xannes realized he could hear people talking. And it didn鈥檛 sound distressed, more like a run of the mill conversation. That probably meant whoever it was had been down here for a long time, or didn鈥檛 realize they could get out.
Finally, the stairs opened up into a room that attacked his eyes with red. The plants were covering the place, vines all over the floor and hanging down from the ceiling. The walls and floors were also made of netherbrick, crimson wood and red carpets further saturating the place with red. Xannes pulled out his sword to use as a stick to push vines out of the way. It took a bit of hopping about, but finally he was able to see the source of the voices.聽
There were a number of people surrounding a table. Using his helmet鈥檚 functions, he was able to get a better read on them. There was a demon, a cat hybrid, and two humans, one of them wearing some sort of mask. There seemed to possibly be other people, but none that he could get a good read on from all of the vines. Xannes moved a bit to get another look. Indeed there were more people, but one of them caught his attention most of all. It was Jrum.
Grumbot kept walking, getting closer to his- its charger. He- It was low on battery so he- it needed to plug back in. More of the infective plants were in the way, so a flint and steel was used to burn a path. Grumbot continued to light fires, ignoring the damage it took from walking through them. It was fine. The scorching could be cleaned if that was what was wanted. Perhaps it would not. Like the denting and the crack in its monitor.
Finally it arrived at the house. It ignored the dusty bed and instead stood next to the charger, staying in place as its battery filled. Now that it was charging, it could work. Weather was set to clear, unnatural mob spawning was turned off, teleporting was disabled, and more was done after that. It attempted to track the source of the issues, but only managed to find it was due to a hacker. That much was obvious from the start.
More programs started running before Grumbot realized what today was. Perhaps that was the source of the issues. A report was sent to the admin, giving him more details. An order came back and the robot continued to assess the issue, told to continue until he arrived.聽
It took time for the admin to appear, but he did indeed. Except he was dressed slightly differently. And there was an absence of admin powers for the world. There were indeed admin powers present on this person, but it was not the correct source.
The person stood staring, axe held in their hands. It was a material the robot was unfamiliar with. There was no such item listed in this world. Then they spoke. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e a robot.鈥
鈥淐orrect.鈥 Grumbot answered in a fully monotone voice, confirming the sentence.
鈥淗ow long have you been like that?鈥
鈥淪ince my creation.鈥
The person sighed. 鈥淎lright, well this should still work.鈥 They moved and grabbed the robot by the antenna, but it didn鈥檛 want to be moved and pulled out a netherite sword, stabbing the person with it. 鈥淔uck! It would be better if you didn鈥檛 fight back.鈥
鈥淚 am not to be removed from this place.鈥
鈥淎nd why鈥檚 that?鈥 The person asked, rolling their eyes.
鈥淚 have been ordered to stay here and wait for the admin.鈥
There was silence before the person spoke again. 鈥淏ut the admin is Dream.鈥
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you Dream?鈥
鈥淭hen where is he?鈥
Tommy cursed as he nearly flew into yet another bee. Sure, walking would mean he didn鈥檛 suddenly launch himself face first into one of the fuzzy mobs, but it would also take forever to get back, and he needed to be in the shopping district yesterday. He would have loved to just send a message and get an emergency teleport, but when all his things had been taken in the first place, his comm had been included.
When he finally reached the end of the tunnel to the upside down, Tommy took just a second to breathe before using another rocket to fly to the shopping district portal. Fortunately nothing dangerous was around, so he was able to take a second break at the foot of the portal before stepping through. Being able to see a regular overworld was great, especially since it was home, but there was one last thing he needed to do. Tommy took a deep breath, and then screamed at the top of his lungs.
The moment Tommy started yelling, he started counting the seconds. He was able to keep screaming for about twelve seconds before he needed to breathe, then seven seconds after that, he was tackled to the ground by Grian.
鈥淥w! Not right in my fucking ear, bitch!鈥 Tommy shoved Grian off of him. 鈥淎nd I needed to do something to get your fucking attention.鈥
鈥淲hy didn鈥檛 you just-鈥
鈥淢essage you? Can鈥檛. Comm got stolen. Speaking of which, I didn鈥檛 come back here with you!鈥
鈥淲hat? But you were here with us until a few minutes ago.鈥
鈥淲asn鈥檛 me. I鈥檝e been stuck with your hels!version. Meanwhile mine鈥檚 been the one here!鈥
鈥淥h no! Tommy I鈥檓 so sorry we didn鈥檛 realize!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry G, 鈥榮 fine. Bitch got his Phil to trap me in prison for a bit, but I鈥檓 out now. Now where the fuck is he?鈥
Grian pulled out his comm. 鈥淪hoot, he left just before EX did.鈥
鈥淎nd those are connected鈥 why?鈥
鈥淢y best guess is he went to your old server like EX. He鈥檚 after the bots.鈥
鈥淲hy aren鈥檛 you in there instead?鈥
Grian鈥檚 feathers ruffled. 鈥淏ecause I can鈥檛 get in there. We鈥檝e tested everyone at this point. We鈥檙e all blacklisted from the place. Even when I use my Watcher powers which shouldn鈥檛 be possible!鈥
鈥淲ait, everyone?鈥
鈥淵es! Phil, Techno and Tubbo couldn鈥檛 get in,鈥 Grian quickly gestured to them, then himself. 鈥淚 couldn鈥檛, Mumbo definitely couldn鈥檛. Same with Xisuma, Cub and Scar, Joe, heck, even Jellie couldn鈥檛 get in! It seemed EX was able to, and so was your duplicate, but that鈥檚 it.鈥
鈥淲ell, I just got here, what if I went?鈥
鈥淣o! I may have been having this conversation without you before, but I do not want you going there if you don鈥檛 have to.鈥
鈥淚f I can go as backup, I should.鈥 Tommy crossed his arms.
鈥淭ommy, I don鈥檛 really think that鈥檚 a good idea.鈥 Tubbo spoke up. 鈥淚 mean, I know you want to help and all, but that other guy seems to be dealing with it, and the server鈥檚 really changed since you were there last.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 still better than nothing! I know mostly what鈥檚 going on while Xannes has no fucking clue. And if you don鈥檛, I can just call Mumza.鈥
Phil shook his head. 鈥淒o you even know how to do that?鈥
鈥淧retty much. I鈥檓 guessing it鈥檚 mostly the same. I鈥檓 just hoping she鈥檚 not a piece of shit like you were.鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 not! Wait hey!鈥
鈥淚 meant the other you! But you weren鈥檛 the best guy yourself.鈥
鈥淭ommy please don鈥檛 go.鈥 Grian pleaded, taking Tommy鈥檚 hand. 鈥淵ou said you never wanted to go back.鈥
鈥淵eah, 鈥榗ause I assumed one day you鈥檇 be able to get over there and grab Tubbo and maybe Ranboo. Possibly Big Q as well. Now you can鈥檛 get in and I might be able to. Why are you so against me going in there?!鈥
鈥淏ECAUSE I鈥橫 SICK OF LOSING MY FAMILY!鈥 Grian shouted, unintentionally enhancing his voice with Watcher magic. I spent around eighteen years of my life making and losing family at every turn. The people I grew up with, the family I built, the people in Evo. I finally got to Hermitcraft and I started making a new family even though I know I鈥檓 going to lose it again! I haven鈥檛 been here that long! And then you showed up, and I was able to fix the bots, and I found NPG again, and then I found the family I lost. And now it鈥檚 falling apart again. I just want to hold on as long as I can before I lose even more.鈥
Tommy didn鈥檛 say anything as Grian shouted, slowly dissolving into tears. He just let his older brother shout at him and hug his and anything else he wanted to do. He could feel his shirt getting soaked from tears, but he didn鈥檛 care. He just softly spoke back. 鈥淕rian, I spent my life living in your shadow. I acted enough like you that Dad, Wil and Techno weren鈥檛 a fan of it. I got to the SMP and tried making friends, but they sort of fell apart, even a little bit with Tubbo and the whole exile thing. Then I got to hang with you and your kids and became part of the family before we even knew I was that from the start. Life fucking sucks sometimes, but I push through it cause that鈥檚 all I鈥檝e really been able to do. And man, I don鈥檛 want to lose them either. Sure I鈥檓 their uncle, but they鈥檙e kinda also like my siblings. I want to go help them.鈥
Grian still looked conflicted, but then he sighed. 鈥淥kay鈥 but you鈥檙e going to take this.鈥 And suddenly a sort of communicator Tommy hadn鈥檛 seen appeared in Grian鈥檚 hand. 鈥淭his was鈥 a friend of mine鈥檚. It was made to work in just about any situation. You鈥檙e going to send me messages any chance you get. If I don鈥檛 have one within five minutes, I鈥檓 going to use the doomsday option.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, the what?!鈥
鈥淵ou said you were stuck in prison and hanging out with my double. You鈥檙e not there now, so I assume he isn鈥檛 either.鈥 Tommy didn鈥檛 say anything, he just rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 what I thought. Look, if I can鈥檛 get in there with Watcher powers alone, I may have to get his help. If he were still trapped, I wouldn鈥檛 consider it on the risk that he would stay freed, but if he鈥檚 out, not like that鈥檚 a risk anymore.鈥
鈥淗e sort of seems like the person who would completely destroy the SMP.鈥
鈥淎nd that鈥檚 why it鈥檚 called the doomsday option.鈥
Tommy just nodded and took the comm. 鈥淎lright then, let鈥檚 see if I can get in.鈥
Grian used his watcher powers again, and sent him to the SMP. He wasn鈥檛 stopped by any blacklist, and he arrived at the other side, still with all his gear.
Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: Tommyinnit. Assigned roles: Family Member, Uncle, Hermitcraft Member, DSMP Member Banned roles: Family Member, Uncle, Hermitcraft Member.聽
Exceptions check. Exceptions List found: Second_List_Exceptions. Name found. Allowing Entry.
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potaachi6 hours ago
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Stumbling into the Gambler鈥檚 Den.
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oneptxneo9 hours ago
lad you would not believe how hard I laughed at KSI straight up decking Wilbur
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awthredestim15 hours ago
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Commission for Anonymous.
路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 - 路 As part of the "James, the signature on your drawing is a couple of years old" theme of these drawings, here's a Griffon on a beanbag. I've never seen an ancient Eldritch book being read on an iPad. I'm sure the effects of reading such texts can still be palpable. I really like the way this pose came out, not gonna lie. Character belongs to Noxiis.
I hope you guys like it! Please, let me know what you think of it in the comments. I appreciate and every single one I receive. You can check the Making Of post right here! Thank you!
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xavier-kava day ago
Okay guys, its the last one i promise
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wtf am I doing, I鈥檓 suppose to read a whole book due tomorrow cuz my stupid ass forgot to read it earlier but instead im posting my art- w h a t
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yawning-bitcha day ago
Wilbur, but he鈥檚 an Avian hybrid like Phil and Tommy.聽
words count: 1.5k+ (not a fic though!!)聽
His wings are big. Not as big as Phil鈥檚 but big nonetheless. They are a chocolatey brown color, turning tawny near the edges of the feathers. The feathers are long and silky, and anyone can tell he got them from Phil.聽
he likes to hide them beneath his clothing, seeing as they聽 1. tend to flare up when he鈥檚 lying/scared.聽 2. they get poofy after baths and when he鈥檚 cold and too many people have told him that its cute (鈥滻鈥橫 NOT CUTE.鈥 he would respond)聽 3. are *stupidly* ticklish (to be discussed later)聽
in his opinion, the only good things which they provide is being able to fly (very slightly, and he barely ever does it) and they make him look more intimidating聽
During L鈥檓anberg鈥檚 era, he would let them be free from his clothing, and would often spread them out to look more intimidating in front of the Dream SMP聽
for Pogtopia, however, he would tape them to his back tightly and not let anyone see them. They make him look prideful and free, and in the midst of his insanity, he didn鈥檛 want them to be seen anymore.聽
When he blew up L鈥檓anberg, he asked Phil to kill him. Phil refused, and eventually hugged Wilbur close to him, singing whispery lil lullabies and managing to soothe Wilbur to sleep.聽
As he rubbed comforting circles on Wil鈥檚 back, he discovered the appendages; the feathers which Wil once took great care of were falling off, the bones were weak and the wings overall looked like they would fall off at a poke.聽
Wilbur woke up in Tommy鈥檚 house, with Tommy standing over him. Tommy鈥檚 eyes were red and puffy, but he still smiled weakly at Wilbur. Tommy also had his own wings, but they were small and soft, like a baby bird鈥檚. They were a pale-light brown color with a hint of ginger near the bases.聽
Wilbur instantly opened the nearest chest, fishing out a gold sword and putting it into Tommy鈥檚 hands, begging him to kill him. Tommy ignored his pleas, instead taking out wool and dabbing it on one of Wil鈥檚 many arrow wounds.聽
Wilbur鈥檚 eyes started to tear up at the kind action. He manipulated Tommy, treated him poorly and used the kid as a punching bag both mentally and physically. And here he was, smiling up at Wil and caring for his wounds.聽
Tommy stood and Wil also stood, wrapping his arms around the boy鈥檚 middle in a hug and banging his back softly enough to feel like tapping. He sobbed into the red and white clothing, finally slowing his hitting and curling his fingers into the fabric. The feathers on his brother鈥檚 wings grazed his wrists lightly.聽
鈥淲-why do you still care... I鈥檝e done nothing but hurt you..鈥 He cried out. The blonde鈥檚 hands drew comforting circles on his back which made him both melt and more hysterical. It was in that moment he realised his wings were free, the dark brown feathers were shriveled up and the once glossy sheen they held had turned dully and dirty. The sight of them disgusted him.聽
Tommy saw that Wil noticed the wings, so he purposefully let his fingers travel to the appendages and very lightly scratching and tracing at the feathers. A smile at once rose to Wilbur鈥檚 cheeks, bright and happy as unrestrained laughter started to break free.聽
鈥淓hehee, stohop it Tohommy! Ihit tihickles--鈥澛 鈥淭hanks for letting me know, Big man! I never would鈥檝e guessed.鈥澛 鈥淣ohohot hehelping!!鈥澛
Wilbur was slow in accepting the fact that he was still cared about, and that he was free to wear his wings the way they are and be proud of it. He was still getting used to the fact that he wasn鈥檛 dead and that L鈥檓anberg wasn鈥檛 gone (being rebuilt)聽
A lot of people helped him; Tommy and Tubbo continued being the sweet kids they are (even if Tommy denies being sweet), Niki was always so kind to him and caring. He would go and visit Phil in the new L鈥檓anberg, watching it blossom with new strength from Tubbo鈥檚 leadership. He would go and visit Techno from time to time.聽
Fundy wasn鈥檛 sure how to feel about it. He and Wilbur avoided each other for some time after Wil blew up L鈥檓anberg. Wilbur was troubled by this but let his son be; he waited to be approached first. And eventually, he was. Fundy looked serious and slightly upset.聽
鈥淲hen I needed you most, you went off and nearly got yourself killed..鈥澛
He and Fundy hugged it out; Wil apologized for being such a shit father. Fundy found it in his heart to forgive Wilbur. It was a lil reluctant at first, but then they started to grow closer.聽
Wilbur and Quackity got along surprisingly well; they would get up to trouble together and were partners in crime. Wilbur liked Quackity; he was funny and carefree and a great pleasure to be around. The duck hybrid would pull Wil into all of his shenanigans.聽
At some point, though, Tubbo realized that Wil rarely smiled. He rarely smiled or laughed, and when he did it was empty and dull. So the ram hybrid made it his job to make Wil smile.聽
He made all sorts of things, traps for other people, random images placed all over the place. But they only got amused huffs or snorts from Wil. Finally, Tubbo decided to try something from personal experience.聽
Tommy had wings. They were fluffy, soft, and (in all honesty) useless. But, for Tommy, his wings are very ticklish. There is a certain spot on the inner base of them which, if scratched at, would kill him. He would squeal and spasm and cackle like crazy.聽
Tubbo wondered if it was the same for Wil, and if not then it would be really awkward. If Wilbur wasn鈥檛 ticklish in that one spot, then he could just say that he wanted to touch them.聽
still awkward nonetheless.聽
鈥渉ey, Wil!!鈥 He would approach the avian hybrid. Wilbur would turn, no smile on his face but a welcoming, content look.聽
鈥淐an I touch your wings?鈥澛
The brunette raised an eyebrow at Tubbo, hesitating briefly. Then he gave a nod. As Tubbo reached out to touch them, he couldn鈥檛 help but realize how much more cared for they were after they were discovered. The feathers had grown back, healthy. The color was a strong dark brown again, with the familiar section of tawny at the edges.聽
Tubbo let his fingers travel over the soft feathers. Wilbur stiffened from the feeling, Tubbo couldn鈥檛 tell whether it was because he was ticklish, or if it hurt, or if Wilbur was uncomfy with it.聽
A quick glance at the brunette鈥檚 face answered the question. He was obviously biting back a smile, and Tubbo couldn鈥檛 help a smirk grow on his face; now that the cat鈥檚 out of the bag, it was time to wreck wilbur.聽
His fingers traveled to the inner bases of Wil鈥檚 wings, suddenly digging into the feathers and a small part of his back with surprising mercilessness.聽
The shriek which escaped Wilbur was one he would deny until the day he died. He arched his back and cackled loudly, the feeling amazingly overwhelming and sending ticklish shockwaves up his spine.聽
He tried to squirm away from the ram hybrid, but Tubbo snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him back and forcing him still. The wings flapped like crazy, also trying to escape the feeling. But the base of his wing isn鈥檛 going anywhere, it was stuck there.聽
Tubbo scribbles on the soft feathers, provoking a small squeal from Wil, and dug his fingertips in the spot where his wings met his back. The poor brunette was squealing and bucking and cackling, trying desperately to get free from the feeling but it didn鈥檛 work at all.聽
鈥淲hat鈥檚 up Wil?鈥澛
At the word, Tubbo backed off, a guilty look on his face.聽 鈥淚-I鈥檓 sorry, I just wanted to make you laugh and--鈥澛
鈥..Tubbo....鈥 Wilbur鈥檚 quiet and slightly breathless voice cut him off. Tubbo turned to him, hoping he didn鈥檛 make the other upset. What he saw forced a fond smile on his face. Wil was looking to the side, his wings stretched out and looking away with an embarrassed look.聽
鈥...You don鈥檛 have to stop..鈥澛
and the happy cackles and squeals filled the air once again :3聽
another thing which happens to him quite often involving tickles and his wings is when he鈥檚 hugged from behind.聽
affection (especially physical) has become his favorite thing. He loves hugs and cuddles, and even lil platonic kisses. Comfort, petting his hair and stroking his wings,聽tickles聽he. loves. it.聽
and everyone knows he loves it.聽
so, like good friends, they give him what he wants. But one time, he was hugged from behind (undecided who hugged him) and they nuzzled into his wings. He let out a sudden squeal, scaring the person off. But they soon returned after figuring out what had just happened, and poor lil wilby was wrecked /lh聽
this was more than i expected it to be gfhdfhdj--聽
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fizzpoppeda day ago
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Are you truly聽a friend, if you are a means to an end? (Backlog)
Just recently started playing Ring of Pain and god damn is the art direction amazing, I'm having a blast playing it too so it's probably going to be my time-sink game for the time being.
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gabrielethemana day ago
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Gift for @wuvcraft of their Owl Adopt! I extremely love the owl so much! 馃 #anthroart #anthro #art #artwork #avian #avians #avianart #comic #comics #bird #birds #oc #ocs #owl #owl #anthroowl #anthroowls #anthrowl #anthrowls #anthrobird #anthrobirds #instgood #love
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dtvibeza day ago
ok but george just making a little nest for himself and his siblings?
Oh y e s
He would be like a Hermit Thrust, which nest in the ground. Thus, creating his mushroom home in the ground.
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dtvibeza day ago
Would george and quackity have a better relationship? Or like their friendship started earlier because they bonded over having wings?
They would have a pretty strong relationship. Quackity probably would be the one also understand George abit more
They most definitely would bond over their wings.
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dtvibeza day ago
Okay I鈥檓 gonna throw some serious angst.
When phliza had George, he was at first thrilled to have a winged child (if George is older than wilbur in this au then there鈥檚 more to this) unfortunately a winged child baby is much more challenging and difficult to raise, and natural instinct took over and so Phil unable to handle raising George abandoned him. Leaving George to raise himself, literally being thrown or abandoned in/outta the nest and now must learn everything himself.
If George is older than Wilbur than it鈥檚 a angry point for George because he鈥檚 basically the dream son!? He has wings? He鈥檚 bio related? He鈥檚 surely strong enough to be Phil鈥檚 kid, so why does Phil take wingless and other hybrids over his own kind? Hell phil chose a pig over his own blood?
George would have a lot of pent of issues that haven't been expressed until meeting Phil. It's shocking to him too, since he's never felt this way in like.. Ever. But it's understandable.
He lashes out on Phil, kicking and screaming, almost going into a feral state of mind because of it. He's overcome with anger and sorrow that he's blinded by it. Really, all along, George thought he was an orphan. His real parents gone.. But all this time, his real father was here all along.
"You threw me OUT! You left me!!... You left me alone, you sent me AWAY, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!"
George lashes at him, his wings puffed out as his voice cracks at how aggressive he's being.
"George--", Phil starts, though couldn't finish as he was suddenly kicked backwards, having George stand above him.
"HOW?! WHY?? WHY?!"
Phil can feel the tears, which cascaded down Georges face. He stares up at the boy, seeing his eyes burn with hatred, but also... With a sadness he could not understand. He.. Wouldn't understand...
George was hurting, badly.. He fucked up and he knew he did... He hurt the one person in the world that needed him the most.
His own son.
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juicetona day ago
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icon for an art trade with a friend 馃悢 they/them
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silverlightsfma day ago
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I鈥檓 often fucked up about how THE PURITANICAL NATURE OF VAULT 101 REALLY JEOPARDIZED THE GROWTH OF AVIAN TO HER FULL POTENTIAL. Especially within her formative years, I can鈥檛 get over how that she has to slowly unlearn the masking behaviors she was forced into because of the societal norms within that small space just to breath and survive. And even with all she has did, it mostly lead to harassment from her peers and pushes to be 鈥渘ormal鈥 through even her sole friend, Amata.聽
Vault 101 enforced gender norms and heteronormative mindsets -- how would they be able to continue the last few generations the have in that hole? When Avian tried to defy those tropes (i.e. wanting to be strictly in the scientific space like her father, having an open, and blatant crush on Amata in her youth despite Amata鈥檚 obliviousness), it was easy to isolate and socially ostracize her, purposefully done with by overseer (as I recall, Overseer Amoldovar did NOT like James and his outsider influence).聽
Avian was pushed into their definition of聽鈥渘ormalcy鈥 -- even her closest friend would call attention to Avian鈥檚 particular聽鈥渉abits鈥 that could been as聽鈥渦nusual鈥 (i.e. her hyper fixations, aloofness, etc.) despite it being a generally normal trait to have. Amata meant well, but only damaged Avian鈥檚 mindset further.
Being out of that Vault, despite losing a lot, helped her to gain more of an appreciation and acceptance of herself. Even if the world outside was cruel, the evils done within that vault could never compare to the freedom she has now.
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silverlightsfma day ago
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leafy plants // hydrangeas // sanitary wipes & cleaning supplies // gasoline // nuclear burn // fresh water // old books
potted plants // rolled blunts // scattered dusts and pill bottles // beakers // hydrochloric acid // cross necklaces // old photos of her and her father // weathered bible // scientific text books聽
torn pages of the bible // the alpha & the omega // an oasis within a desert of nothing // communion without salvation // a parent鈥檚 welcoming hug after a long, tiresome trip // hazy rooms of smoke and mirrors // hope dashed by the death of a loved done // rebellion through desolation聽
鈻 PRAYING聽 ( you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell" ) 鈻 CHERRY (聽Even though I'm satisfied I lead my life within a lie Holding onto feelings I'm not used to feeling 'Cause, oh, they make me feel alive ) 鈻 I聽 (聽Give my story to the children and a lesson they can read And the glory to the feeling of the holy unseen Seen enough, make a motherfucker scream, "I love MYSELF!" ) 鈻 BAD RELIGION 聽(聽And you say "Allahu akbar" I told him, "Don't curse me" "Bo Bo, you need prayer" I guess it couldn't hurt me If it brings me to my knees, it's a bad religion聽) 鈻 I DON鈥橳 WANT TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE聽 (聽I don't want to set the world on fire // I just want to start a flame in your heart... )
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