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tabooballoonpolice · 1 month
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It's rough to be a sleepy bois inc enjoyer these days.
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nomsfaultau · 1 month
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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.
Tommy is sick of being sat upon by some nut job he barely knows. It’s been days trapped under a Philza who doesn’t really register human words and mostly just coos whenever Tommy tries to cuss him out. Techno says it’s ‘cause Philza thinks he’s been hurt and needs to be protected, which like, yeah, fine sure, but not by Philza. Tommy already has a guardian. His abuser has to be insanely worried about him, especially after Philza assaulted him for no reason. But every time Tommy tries to escape he’s just dragged back and everything gets worse.
At least that part is familiar.
He’s forced to stay in that nest for days, and Tommy has never handled being cooped up well. Some part of him likes the weight of a parent roosting over him and the feeling of gentle hands combing through his wings and hair, but the overwhelming majority of his instincts just wants his abuser back. Techno is of absolutely no help, mostly since Philza keeps trying to murder him. But he sits in the corner and is open to chat, or read a book aloud to him to stave off some of the boredom. Best advice Techno has is that Philza will be normal again if he thinks his chick is safe and happy.
Hell no. Tommy is not feeding this guy’s delusions, especially when Techno reveals Tommy’s own feathers had been woven next to Philza’s in the nest long before Tommy’s abduction. A-grade creep behavior there. Besides, his abuser will come save him soon. Tommy is so acutely aware that he’ll never save himself.
But then it’s been days and he’s losing hope and just wants to go home, so desperately Tommy tries to figure out what Philza will register as a happy chick. Usually chirps just burst out of him, not something he controls at all, but with some struggle he forces out the little trill he made every time his abuser came home.
Something twists in Tommy’s chest as Philza echoes the joyful chirps at him. It feels horribly right, complete whereas with his abuser the greeting was never returned. That wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t an avian. Neither of them had known what was needed to soothe his instincts. 
But it works. Philza blinks rapidly, pupils returning to normal. His gaze locks on Tommy, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Philza wraps him in a warm hug. Juuust great. He was hoping to leave after Philza got over it. All he wants is to get back to his abuser, but when he says as much the embrace becomes a vice. Tommy naturally rejects Philza’s awful claims, growing more and more desperate as his abuser is slandered. First the absurd claim he somehow stopped Tommy from flying, like it wasn’t because Tommy was too weak and small to. And then it’s after him for not providing proper shelter at their nest, even though his abuser was trying to teach him to be responsible when he had Tommy make his shack. Then the lack of healing supplies, then the fact he was dying alone when Philza found him.
“No, it’s my fault I tried to fly when he was gone! He was there for me every time I was injured! Shut up, I can too prove it. Hard not to be there when he caused it half the time!”
For some unknowable reason, Philza doesn’t take that well. Neither does Techno, even when Tommy tries to explain they’re misinterpreting what he said, really it was Tommy’s fault, mistakes and the natural punishment for his actions. When he argues it wasn’t bad, Techno brings up the injuries a bit too old to heal when he used the potions. They try to get in his head, voicing all the thoughts in Tommy’s head before he plummeted and proved his abuser right.
Thing is, Tommy has flown before. It’s been awhile, but he has, when he was younger, knew the wondrous taste of its joy. With L’Manburg he’d been careful to fly below the walls so he didn’t get shot down. And it wasn’t possible in Pogtopia. And then after…it just seemed pointless. And now he can’t at all, and the only reason he can find is because he doesn’t deserve that joy.
Unless it was taken from him. Just like everything else, Tommy finally admits. Wearing an avian’s feathers is meant to be a promise to support them as surely as their own wings, and yet his abuser clipped his. 
It’s hard, realizing he was only ever so weak because the man he trusted was sabotaging him the whole time. Twisting his instincts, forcing him to become a useless hatchling. Manipulating him so he could never fly to safety.
Tommy begins to sob.
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lookinghalfacorpse · 5 months
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blood upon the snow
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“I can’t do it,” Phil answered.  His voice was weak.  “It will take me 50 years to figure this out, and another 50 for him to forgive me.  The lad won’t live long enough for me to make this happen.” “We don’t know for sure that he’s mad–” “Then why won’t he come home?”
(in the wake of sam and quackity's recent recapture attempt, philza and technoblade are seeking vengeance. dream is nowhere to be found.)
sequel to 'the trees deny themselves nothing.'
SO FAR: 4 chapters, 4000 words. plenty more to come.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of torture, Descriptions of Injury, Loss of Limbs(both fingers & leg), Amputation, Panic Attacks, Chronic Pain, Sam being a major weenie
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elmhat · 1 year
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candlelight
Dream & Technoblade | dsmp fic
4 chapters (once completed)
Summary — Dream is gravely wounded after his confrontation with Sapnap, and he turns to Technoblade for help.
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Dream had forgotten how hard it was to walk through snow.
Actually, he had forgotten how hard it was to walk in general, but he supposed that had never really been a problem before. He dragged his legs like they were weighing him down, each step tearing at the fresh wound in his side, streaking red through the white.
If Sapnap was following him, he would have a pretty easy time.
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elbowreveal · 1 year
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VIP (very important pig)
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cryingtulips · 11 months
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Bedrock bros in The Shadows and the Son by SunOfIcarus
Credits:
Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park || @/sandmoonyelse || @/AnnieSpratt || The Shadows and the Son (chapter 2) || @/life.by.linus || @/thewildwoodmoth || @/hollywarbs || sagun, I'll Keep You Safe || The Shadows and the Son (chapter 2) || @/iorvetha || Taylor Swift, Safe & Sound || @/wolfythewitch || The Shadows and the Son (chapter 2) || @/cremsie || The Shadows and the Son (chapter 2) || @/tigothy || Roshani Chokshi, The Gilded Wolves || The Shadows and the Son (chapter 6)
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galaghiel · 1 year
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doodled some theseus and techno from @ihaztea1 wonderful fanfic. which you can check here https://archiveofourown.org/works/39845229/chapters/99761778
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arctasy · 9 months
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part 2 of my fic is up!! featuring tntduo (/r) as well as some preyduo :)
word count: 5,837 words
Summary:
Quackity whimpered at the raw concern in his voice. “I wasted the potion,” he muttered in lieu of a response. “Fuck the potion,” said Wilbur, and Quackity flinched. “Are you alright? You fell really hard.” He hesitantly lifted his hand, palm up so Wilbur could see it, and the man sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s not that bad…” “There’s a fucking chunk of glass stuck through your hand, Quackity.”
Quackity accidentally breaks a glass bottle in Manberg. Three weeks later, he breaks another in Pogtopia. The experiences couldn’t be more different.
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bunfloras · 4 months
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hiii if you um. still write emeraldduo fics pls reply to this or dm me or SOMETHING i need more friends who are still abnormal about them
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maaayhaps · 5 days
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Techza au were Techno is Phil's sugar daddy (because there is an awful lot of fics were he is the sugar baby, but not even one that is the rich one), and he LOOOVEEESSS to dote on his favorite (and only) sugar baby.
He loves showering Phil w gifts and clothes and jewellery. He wants to see his favorite baby all handsome for him. And Phil? Well... he has have nothing to complain about it.
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crimeboys · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Technoblade & TommyInnit Characters: Technoblade - Character, TommyInnit Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Fluff, Light Angst, Reconciliation, Breakfast Series: Part 12 of prompts Summary:
“That’s, uh, unfortunate,” Technoblade says as he grabs a second plate from the cupboard. “‘Cause see, I wasn’t under the impression you were comin’ today. Considerin’ the everythin’. So I didn’t know I was supposed to provide pancakes.”
“That’s literally on you, Technoblade,” Tommy says, sitting in the chair he always did when he stayed in the arctic, not a moment of hesitation, like not a day has passed and he still lives here. “Maybe if you used that small fucking brain for anything other than reading and withers, you’d’ve picked up on the very obvious ‘Tommy Innit will be coming to my house and demanding pancakes’ vibe.”
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nomsfaultau · 3 months
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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.
The world explodes into loud chaos, pinning Techno’s ears back. A grunt, and he decides to check out whatever Philza’s cawing about now. He finds Philza determinedly roosting on top of a shrieking hatchling, who is shockingly pale from a mixture of heavy blood loss and terror. Aw hell, that’s Tommy in the center of the nest. He should’ve recognized the feathers Philza wove into it. Techno tries to get him some healing potions but Philza is completely broody, hissing at him and threatening to attack, trying to protect his new hatchling but only making his health far, far worse by sabotaging aid. It hurts to know that their friendship means nothing to Philza’s instincts. Techno can dress himself up in Philza’s feathers all he wants, but it doesn’t make them a true flock.
Each distressed chirp is weaker than the last. Tommy needs help badly, but Philza is in no state for it, growing more and more agitated the longer Techno hovers. Techno retreats to get supplies. When he comes back, Philza is desperately trying to coo to soothe the injured Tommy, but if anything it only makes his weak chirps more frantic.
Philza’s head jerks up at Techno’s entrance, wings spreading to hide his chick and make Philza appear more dangerous. And really, he is right now. Nothing is more deadly than an avian protecting their chicks, brutal in their attacks and oblivious to any pain suffered.
When Philza lunges, Techno isn’t caught off guard. In fact, his aim is perfect, the slowness potion billowing around Philza. From there it’s pretty easy to snatch Tommy from the nest and walk out the front door. The fluffed up hatchling trembles in his arms, enormous pupils caught on him. Techno aims for a smile, only getting a warbling terrified chirp in response. Right, right, the tusks probably aren’t super assuring that he isn’t a predator.
While the slowed down Philza desperately tries to catch him, Techno lays Tommy in his bed, burrowing him in just a little before he catches his boar instincts and turns to more important things, like making sure Tommy doesn’t die. What Tommy really needs is golden apples, but the piglin in him won’t let Techno part with a single scrap of precious gold. Potions will have to do for those broken bones. Any wing damage…? Oh no. Oh gods no, no wonder Philza is like that, how awful. Nothing Techno can do for clipped feathers, though. He tries to pat Tommy's back reassuringly, but Tommy only flinches, dilated eyes not recognizing him at all. Once Tommy’s throat is healed up he begins his shrieking chirps again. Techno winces, particularly as he thrashes and flaps wildly.
Very, very slowly the door is thrown open, and Philza very, very slowly races for Tommy as Techno scrambles out of the way. Weirdly, Tommy doesn’t calm down once in Philza’s arms. If anything his chirps get more panicked as he’s taken back to the nest.
It. Does. Not. Stop. Techno is kept up all night by that incessant chirping. Uuuuuuugh he thought Philza was supposed to be able to fix that?
In the morning, he finds Tommy distressed and pinned beneath an equally distressed roosting Philza, whose frantic coos don’t soothe the squirming chick. He’s pretty sure Tommy’s continuous cries are trapping Philza in that state, plus the frenzy of what Techno is unfortunately certain is Philza’s new chick being so hurt. But he has no idea why Tommy can’t just chill out.
He tries talking to Tommy. Voice low, as distant as he can manage. There isn’t much response, or at least until Philza’s had enough and charges at him. As Techno is retreating, he notices Tommy lunging out of the nest for freedom, only to be scooped back in, Philza settling on top of him once more. That’s, uh, probably not normal.
A few hours after Tommy’s voice has gone out again, he blinks back to awareness as Techno promises to help him escape. He can’t speak though, or can’t till Techno carefully rolls over a healing potion, and Philza instinctively puts it in the nest just in case it’s an egg that fell out. Tommy chugs it, and then actually begins to eat some of the things Philza has been desperately trying and failing to feed his chick. It calms Philza a little at least, feathers ruffling in satisfaction. But he still doesn’t come out of his protective mode, still registering Tommy as hurt. Man, Techno is going to tease him so much for this one after it’s all over…
Or, so he thinks, until Tommy swears up and down that Philza has kidnapped him.
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rapid-looser · 2 years
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Leverage.
C!technoblade x gn!reader
a/n: this is inspired by the song 'Woe To The People Of Order', Cami-Cat's cover. Requests are still open, I'm just lacking motivation right now.
Can be read as Romantic or Platonic
Pronouns: They/Them
Request: Yes/No
Technoblade found it odd when you weren't in your house, which was located about 500 blocks from his. You had promised him you'd help him with planting a new bunch of potatoes in his third garden. So he searched in your armour room, which you would be sometimes, usually making new armour just incase a war broke out. You were quite advanced in armoury, as you had been taught at a young age. That was one of the main reasons you were sought out to join the syndicate. Not only that, but your neutral opinion on governments. As long as you were left in peace, you wouldn't take down a government, but if said government disturbed your peaceful life, you'd help in some way to bring it down. At first, Technoblade wouldn't talk to you unless it involved anything about armour or tools. But over time, he slowly started trusting you and taking to you more, as well as asking you to help him with his garden. After about 7 months, he considered you a friend. He couldn't find you anywhere in your house, but as he went into your kitchen, he found a note on your table. "If your trying to find [name], their with me. And unless you come to Las Nevadas for a rematch, they'll loose all their canon lives. Make your choice Technoblade, because i won't wait forever. -Quackity".
As he neared the end of the note, the voices began demanding Quackity's head, While some of the other voices were worried for your well-being. As he finished reading the note, more of the voices started demanding Quackity's head. The louder the voices grew, the harder he found it to control his anger. Yes he retired, but quackity had taking someone that he shown compassion to. He placed the note down and started making his way back to his house. Once he arrived, he opened his ender chest, and equipped his axe, grabbed a few potions of healing and regeneration and put on his armour. His door opened, and Phil stepped in. "Mate, where are you going?" He said as he neared his old friend, Technoblade. "Quackity wanted a rematch, and instead of asking straight up, he took [name], as leverage, I'm assuming." He replied, as he got up and walked towards the coat rack, where his coat and his mask were. "Mate, are you sure it isn't a trap? You settled your score with him last time. And he wouldn't risk loosing another life, would he?" Phil mumbled, more to himself then technoblade. "It doesn't matter if it's a trap or not Phil, he knows what leverage does to people, and he'd be the only one in the server that would ask for a rematch. If worse comes to worse, I'll ask you to come and help me." He spoke, after a few seconds. And with that, he got on Carl before Phil could reply to him, and rode towards the coordinates which was on the note.
Once he neared the coordinates, he stopped, and tied Carl up to a tree, out of site. He got his axe out, and walked the rest of the way to the coordinates. Once he arrived, he saw quackity with full netherite armour on, and you, with lava below you. "Let's just get to the point. If you drop all your armour, and weapons, I'll let [name] go, and they won't get harmed. If you don't, they get dropped into the lava below them." He said, once he saw technoblade. "After that, you'll return to the prison, and I'll let [name] leave entirely. Do not try any funny business, because I've got Sam waiting 700 blocks away, and he's got full netherite armour as well." He continued, not waiting for technoblade to reply to his last statement. "So you ask for a rematch, then you threaten to harm someone who has nothing to do with this? That's kinda lame don't you think?" He replied, sarcastically. A few seconds pasted, before he reached for his axe and Quackity in the shoulder. "Fuck- you've fucked up Technoblade." He said, while backing up from technoblade and drinking a potion of healing. "SAM, PULL THE LEVER" He yelled, while pulling out his sword. Not long after that, the cobblestone floor beneath you started to disappear and the lava started to become obvious underneath you. "Well fuck this isn't gonna end well" you said as you went towards the edge of the floor, ignoring the fighting that was happening around you.
Just as the floor was about to entirely disappear, someone threw you a totem or undying, which you caught in a matter of seconds. "You better hope that you die a quick death quackity, because I'll personally torture you to death if your dying to me." Technoblade said as he removed his axe from Quackity's throat, which has been there a few seconds prior. "Leave me be, and leave them as well. And if i see you one more time, you'll be killed for sure." He continued speaking, as he stood up entirely and put his axe away.
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elmhat · 4 months
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little swordsman
Characters: Techno, Ranboo, Michael
Words: 1k (oneshot)
Summary — Techno gets a surprise visit from Ranboo… and his kid. Somehow, he ends up teaching him how to swordfight.
(This is my gift to @bee-dot-exe for the @technoblade-gift-exchange! I'm just a pinch hitter so I wrote this in a few days. I hope it's what you were looking for!)
Quickly, Ranboo reached out to grab the boy, but he was already walking away, straight past Techno into the house. Techno found himself too dumbfounded to stop him. Ranboo looked mortified, awkwardly drawing his hands back. “Michael!” he called. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Techno— I told him now to do that, to keep quiet…” “Bruh, who is that?” Techno asked him. “That’s my son.”
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lookinghalfacorpse · 2 years
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“I’m not kidding.”  Sam said, “If you set off a shrieker without giving me a head’s up first, I’ll assume you’re breaking in and I will come to kill you.  This prison has two main benefits.  The first is that no one knows its exact coordinates.  The second is the nature of who I am.  If a shrieker anywhere in the city goes off, I’m summoned to that spot to eliminate the threat, so I have a system in place to make sure I don’t kill visitors.”
(pandora’s vault is in the center of an ancient city, guarded by a warden hybrid.)
SO FAR:  4 chapters, 7k words.  more coming soon!
TRIGGER WARNINGS:   mentions of torture, descriptions of torture, descriptions of violence, descriptions of injury, panic attacks, ptsd, mentions of bones breaking (fingers), mentions of limb loss (fingers and legs), fungal infection, lung infection, overall gross things
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the-blaze-empress · 6 months
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Small Gods
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Ranboo & Phil Watson | Philza, Niki | Nihachu & Phil Watson | Philza, Philza's Relationship With Himself, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Wilbur Soot, Toby Smith | Tubbo, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Background Ranboo/Tubbo, Alternate Universe – Gods & Goddesses, Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Trans Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Accidental Self-Harm, past transphobia, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Queerplatonic Technoblade/Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Other Additional Tags to be Added Summary:
Techno’s question weighs heavy on his mind even hours later, when the room is dark and Techno is snuffling in his sleep, and Phil knows he should be doing just the same.
Is he okay?
It needles at him. Pokes and prods and works its way in through the cracks Phil keeps trying to patch up. It finds the emptiness in his sternum and it writhes there, twisting and turning and aching.
The answer is clear.
--- Or, Phil feels empty, and he's not sure if that's a good thing or not.
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The Moon
Chapter 1 Summary:
XVII - The Moon Major Arcarna
A card of illusion and deception. Something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.
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