#he didn’t even want to be Wilbur’s son in the first place

[anonymous-dentist]

I’m pretty sure that some people have been watching Quackity’s pov with their eyes closed because they get parts of his character wrong literally all the time, such as:

Tallulah being q!Quackity’s daughter. She considers him a future dad, but he doesn’t. He explicitly stated that he was never meant to be a parent and that Tilin’s death just proved it, so he was just fine being her cool uncle

He is, however, Richarlyson’s dad, but not legally. He gave up his parenting rights back to q!Cellbit during Cellbit’s regret/infiltration arc because he was sooooo pissed at Forever and he wanted Cellbit to beat him in court. Despite this, Quackity still treated Richarlyson as his son during the few times they got to interact before the wedding and kidnapping, and Richarlyson still considers him a dad

Quackity’s best friend on the island isn’t q!Wilbur, his best friends have been q!Roier, q!Spreen, and SOFIA. He and Wilbur interacted maybe five times max, and Wilbur was usually pretty wary around him because tbh Quackity was Not Well at the time and he kept trying to kidnap Tallulah bc he was grieving over Tilin so hard. Meanwhile he and Roier were Close (even with Roier going out of his way to ruin his life; he was buddies with Q again after he got his revenge, and they’ve been friends since), he and Spreen were basically inseparable when they were online together, and he stands as SOFIA’s only friend

Quackity was never alone. He just thought he was because his self esteem was so fucking low. It’s like that “Hey Goob!” “Everybody hated me…” thing, he had friends, he just never realized it because, again, he was SO DEPRESSED after Tilin died. When he disappeared, literally half the island went out looking for him, and they stayed looking for him, and they tried helping and taking care of him last night when he didn’t even know who they were because they love him so much

Some people say he never loved Tilin, and that really isn’t true. He tried so fucking hard all the time but he just… wasn’t up for the task. And he admits it, and he feels bad about it to the point of getting himself kidnapped and then brainwashed because the Feds said they’d give him Tilin back. He doesn’t want to be Tallulah’s parent, but he’d risk his own life to be Tilin’s again

Quackity was not in love with q!Wilbur. They flirted, yeah, but he himself said that it wasn’t love he felt after he “married” Wilbur at Festa Junina. When talking with SOFIA, he started to use him and Wilbur as an example of what love is but he stopped because he realized that it isn’t love. He doesn’t know how to love anymore, he lost that when his child died. And he’s angry about it, he’s frustrated, he’s in denial, but every time he’s brought up being in love with Wilbur it’s been because he feels like he should be. And maybe he could be in the future, but like. He was only trying to marry Wilbur in the first place so he could beat Spiderbit to be the first to get married. No real emotions there, just… emptiness.

These are the most common misconceptions I’ve seen and I’m kinda sick of people just like. Ignoring these pretty important facets of his character in favor of headcanons and stuff. Headcanons are cool, but properly erasing canon and trying to constantly replace it is Not

#sorry I’m still a little sleepy but I’m also full of rage #signed; someone who’s watched EVERY STREAM of his since the smp started

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Technoblade is nine years old when he is placed in his newest foster home.

Kristin and Phil both have wings. Their sons Wilbur and Tommy were born with them too. They're avians, and Techno's a human.

It doesn't matter, because Techno doesn't plan to stick around for long.

When he's ten, his biological parents finally have their parental rights revoked. Techno isn't exactly surprised after all the crap they pulled. It's been a long time coming.

He is surprised when Phil and Kristin offer to become a permanent home rather than a temporary solution.

Techno accepts because frankly they're the best fosters he's had. They don't hit him, or starve him, or punish him for being a burden. Which is more than he can say for previous homes. And more than he can guarantee for any future ones.

He gets along really well with Wilbur and Tommy. He feels like Phil and Kristin actually care. He likes them. Why wouldn't he stay?

Techno is ten when he realizes he has found people who love him, and who he can love in return. 

Having platonic soulmates is common. Humans having avian soulmates is a little rarer.

Techno has four of them.

Techno is twelve when he figures that one out and it's also the first time he cries in front of his family, which is a little cringe but whatever.

When Techno is fourteen, Phil and Kristin sit him down and ask him if he wants to be adopted. Techno says yes before they can even finish the sentence. A couple months of paperwork and then they're leaving city hall with a brand new certificate in their hands.

The day after that, Technoblade wakes up with a light fever and a dull ache in his shoulder blades. He ignores it, pretending it isn't there. Maybe he's just a little sick. Or he slept on his back wrong? He knows he can't tell his family. 

(Because despite everything, Techno was taught to believe parents would discard you as soon as you become a burden. And the hand that held you could become a fist once you were inconvenient. Techno can handle this on his own) 

Except it doesn't go away. For days it hurts and it hurts and he becomes so sick he wants to cry with it. He's in so much pain he can barely see straight.

Something bulges beneath the skin.

Techno's screams finally alert his family to what's happening.

Kristin stays oddly calm because she knows what's happening. Phil was a human when they met too.

A human who became the soulmate of an avian.

She thought they had more time. Wings aren't supposed to grow in until you're eighteen. They hadn't had the chance to warn Techno yet.

But Phil had one avian soulmate and Techno has four and perhaps that sped up the process.

There will be time for guilt later, she knows. When her son isn't wailing in pure agony from the feathers bursting through his skin.

Technoblade is fourteen when he grows his wings.

Because he was so young and because they didn't get a chance to develop, he will never fly with them. They'll always be a little small and a little bent.

But they're a sign of his family's love for him, so Techno is proud of them all the same.

#technoblade #sbi #shara writes #i got the idea of like #'what if becoming the soulmate of an avian means u grow wings?' #and then this happened

[angelf1re]

Undercover Care

as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.

As soon as you were in the office you felt out of place. It was a big office, and a very fancy one too. There was a huge window on the wall behind Phil’s desk and a bookshelf that took up the entire right wall. By the left wall there was a leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a very nice rug. You walked closer to the desk, subtly running your hand over it.

“Sandalwood…” you whispered, letting your hand fall to your side. “Please, have a seat.” Phil said, sitting down on the other side of the desk. You nod, sitting on one of the two chairs set in front of the desk. You took a small breath, bouncing your leg subtly. “Now, as you are working here now, there is going to be some ground rules.” Phil said, folding his hands together on top of the desk.

You nod. “That makes sense.” You said, trying not to sound rude. “First, don’t enter rooms without knocking or being invited in. My boys can be iffy about their space.” You hummed, sounded reasonable. “Two, if you make a mess, please make sure to clean it up.” You nod, makes sense.

“Three, no having friends over. Especially when you’re working.” Phil shifted in his seat, now leaning back. “Four, there is a list of names and numbers on the fridge, call any one of them if I am unavailable when something happens.” You nodded, crossing your legs. “Five, if I am not here, please don’t come into my office. Six, if you decide to stay here, even occasionally, don’t leave your room past 9:30. Seven, the boys usually go to bed around 8:00. Don’t disturb them while they get ready for bed.”

You frowned slightly. Why couldn’t you be out past 9:30 if you stayed the night? “That’s all the rules I have, please follow them.” You nodded. “Of course. It would be disrespectful not to.” Phil smiled slightly. “Now. Let’s go meet my boys.” Phil stood, waiting for you to do the same. You quickly did so, making sure you still looked at least somewhat professional. “Techno should be training in the backyard, so we’ll go to him after we meet Tommy and Wilbur.” Phil said, starting to walk towards the door.

You were quick to follow, not wanting to upset him on your first day. “Tommy is a bit of a…trouble maker. If he gives you too much trouble give me a call and I’ll sort him out.” Phil said, leading you towards a hallway full of rooms. “Techno is more mellow, but he can get a little…violent if provoked. Refrain from angering him.” Phil said, sounding very serious. You nodded, tensing up slightly.

“Wilbur isn’t around often, he’s already got his own place. When he is here he’ll most likely be playing music. If he offers to play for you, just accept. He holds grudges, especially over his music.” You nod along. Wilbur and Tommy didn’t seem too bad, it was Techno you were worried about. What if you accidentally angered him? What if he didn’t like you? What if he tried hurting you? You took gymnastics for a while, but that was years ago, and you doubt it would help you now.

And what about Tommy? What if he was so much worse than Phil was describing him as? You felt bad for thinking so badly of people you haven’t even met yet, but you couldn’t help it. “Ah, another thing. Tommy has a tendency to…eat anything that looks like candy. So if you have any medication that you would like to store here, make sure to keep it locked up or somewhere hidden.” Phil said, walking up to one of the doors on the wall.

You nodded, rubbing your arm slightly. Phil knocked gently in a small pattern, waiting for a response before he opened the door. You stood in the doorway as Phil walked in. You looked around the room, nothing bad, it was just a plain room painted red, posters here and there with multiple pictures of a blond and other people. There were multiple drawings and sketches scattered around the desk in the corner, some on the floor, and one or two pinned up on the wall.

“This is Y/n, your new babysitter. Don’t scare her away.” You heard Phil say, making you turn to look at him. “That’s not fair.” The blond on the bed whined, the same blond who had opened the door for you, although now he was wearing a soft looking blue sweater. You waved slightly when he noticed you looking at him. “Uh hi. You’re Tommy?” You asked, not entering the room. The blond nodded. “Well I hope we get along well, Tommy.” You said with a smile, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Tommy just hummed and looked down at the sketchbook in his lap. You frowned slightly. Did he already not like you…?

#philza minecraft #tommyinnit #technoblade #x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #tubbo

[mathanlin]

// fighting, abandonment

Foster/Hero AU where it’s Tommy’s first Christmas with the Watsons.

It’s barely stressful, though — he knows they adore him. Sure, he’s a little nervous about getting the gifts he’ll give to them, but that’s it. He’s not… scared.

He should’ve been.

(It’s a week before Christmas. 

“You can’t be serious.”

The Angel just levels his stare at the League’s leader. “We are. We’re resigning. All of us.”

They stare back, eyes blazing. “Why? What could you *possibly* have that’s more important than this city?”)

Tommy hands over the money to the cashier, grinning stupidly.

The gifts will be perfect. He’d snitched the twins’ lists, interrogated them for what Phil would want. They’ll love them.

They’ll love him.

(It’s five days before Christmas.

“There’s papers to sign,” the League’s leader says, face tight. “And… processes you have to agree to.”

“Of course,” the Angel says, without a moment’s hesitation. His sons echo him. “Whatever it takes.”)

Tommy sits in his room, grumbling as the wrapping paper sticks to his hands.

The presents look like shit. Whatever. The Watsons will love them, once they get Tommy’s shitty wrapping job pried off.

It’ll be fine.

It will.

(It’s two days before Christmas.

“There,” the Angel says, setting the last of the papers down. “We’re done. We agreed to everything.”

The League’s leader… sighs. “No. You’re not done.”

“What?” Siren scoffs.

The doors slide shut with a deafening click.)

Tommy slides each present gently beneath the tree.

To, Wilbur. To, Techno. To, Phil. 

He tries to ignore how there’s none for him yet. They’ve just been… busy, lately. 

It’ll. Be. Fine.

(It’s the day before Christmas. 

And every one of the Watsons is screaming.

“A fucking *mind wipe?*” Techno rages, slamming a fist into the wall. It doesn’t even crack, power suppressors screeching. “You can’t— we didn’t agree to this—”

But they did.

For Tommy, they did, signing all the papers as fast as they could, just to be home for the holidays. To dedicate their lives to the kid.

And now they can do nothing but scream as gas trickles into the room.)

Tommy lays in bed, grinning.

It’s Christmas morning. He’d heard the Watsons come in late last night, talking and laughing — so late they hadn’t told him good night. But it’s fine.

Because now he can hear Wilbur racing up the stairs, surely ready to shake him awake.

But he… runs right past Tommy’s door.

“Techno,” he sings, voice muffled from the other room. “C’mon, you lump, it’s Christmas. Get up, get up—”

Techno grumbles, and Tommy grins beneath the blankets. They’ll wake him next, surely. Both of his brothers.

Footsteps race past his room.

*Wilbur?* Tommy almost asks. But he won’t ruin their surprise, he’ll let them ‘wake’ him. He’ll make this first Christmas perfect, it’ll all be fine—

Techno walks past.

And disappears down the stairs.

Tommy stays frozen, stunned.

It’s a mistake. Or— or a prank. They’ll be up here any second, or they’re just— tucking Tommy’s presents beneath the tree. 

The gifts hadn’t been there last night. Yes. That’s what they’re doing, they’re—

“Who’s going first?”

It’s… Phil.

“Me,” Wilbur crows, “I want— Damn, Dad. That’s a shit wrapping job, you’ve fallen off.”

Tommy’s heart hitches. He pushes off the blankets, stumbling to the door. 

Just in time to hear, “Wait, who’s Tommy?” in perfect clarity.

(It’s Christmas.

And the minds of the top three heroes have been wiped clean.

“A security risk,” the League’s leader had said, as the Angel threw himself against the door, as Siren screamed at the cameras, as the Blade pummeled the walls. 

“You’ll remember your lives before. Like your heroism never happened.”

“Tommy,” the Angel chokes out, as the gas kicks in.

It’s the last time he ever says it. With love, at least.

“Don’t worry.” 

The League’s leader sneers as they collapse.

“You’ll remember your family.”)

.

.

.

“There’s something wrong with my family.”

Tommy shivers as the League officer’s eyes flick down to the photo he’d placed on the table. The *family* photo. 

And blinks in confusion as the officer pales.

“Your family?”

“This is your father.”

Tommy flinches as the League’s leader stares him down, a strange weight in their eyes. “...yes? My… my foster dad. I don’t know if a villain caught him, or— or something, but—”

He curls in on himself, fighting a sob.

“They all forgot about me.”

The League’s leader raises an eyebrow, a faint smile twisting their face.

“Oh, don’t worry,” they say, practically *crooning.* “There’s ways to undo mind wipes. Especially if the target has something to… remind them.”

They stand.

“Wait here. I’ll go fetch your *family.*”

Tommy practically sobs when the Watsons are brought in, sitting across the table from him.

“Is there a meaning for this?” Phil asks, frowning as the League’s leader settles in the chair next to Tommy. 

The leader smiles. “Let me explain.”

“You see, the League’s bound by rules,” they say. “Heroes are free to come and go. We’re not villains, after all.”

They turn to Tommy, who cowers despite himself. *It’s okay. I’ll get my family back—*

“But if we find the right thing, we can… encourage them to stay.”

The leader looks at Tommy, then to the Watsons, eyes cold. 

“So. Do you remember him?”

Tommy’s heart drops as the Watsons shake their heads, frowning.

And slams into double-time as the leader’s fist slams into his face, knocking him from the chair.

“Do you remember him *now?*”

“What the fuck?” Wilbur screams, leaping to Tommy’s side. “You— you can’t fucking—”

“I’m just helping,” the leader says, holding up their hands. “Come on. Tell me the kid’s name, and you can leave. *Remember,* Siren?”

Wilbur’s expression flickers. “What?”

“His name,” the leader repeats, smile growing as Tommy trembles, clutching Wilbur’s arm. “Tell me, and you can all leave.”

(But the more SBI remember… the less likely they are to leave. The leader knows exactly what they’re doing with each hit to Tommy. Each realization in SBI’s faces as the memories flood back.

They’d kept Tommy hidden to protect him from *villains,* never once realizing the heroes would do worse.

And now they’re forced to stay, reaccepting the title of hero without hesitation once the memories fully return.

If it just means Tommy won’t get hurt.)

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza

[lime1991]

My dsmp Tubbo and Tommy canons (I can do whatever I want and these are canon facts to me)

Tubbo:

-smoked cigarettes a lot during the Schlatt administration to get away from all of the… everything. Fundy was the one who started this for him.

-hates alcohol because of Schlatt and Wilbur. Before being part of Schlatt’s cabinet he had to deal with Wilbur being drunk and mentally ill too.

-is Wilbur’s adopted brother, calls Phil by his name instead of “dad” even though he was literally raised by him. Also doesn’t call Wilbur his brother unless it’s brought up in some way.

-Tommy is his best friend. He is Tommy’s favorite person. Their conversations are very monotone.

-has breathing problems due to smoking. Has tried to quit, but can’t. Instead smokes weed every so often because it’s better than nicotine.

-has bipolar disorder, when he’s manic he wakes up at 5 am and does yard work. When he’s depressed, he can’t get out of bed for days. He knows he’s bipolar, many people do, but it still was a reason his marriage fell apart (not his fault)

-he did not get custody of Michael when he and Ranboo divorced, because he didn’t fight for it because doesn’t think he can really raise a child with all his personal issues (in a “I would never have kids because I’m too mentally ill and traumatized” way)

-bonded with Quackity during the Schlatt administration, is maybe the only one who knows to what extent Quackity was fucked up by Schlatt. They have a weird relationship that’s similar to a mother and son. Don’t question it.

-I’m a fan of dadschlatt so in my brain Tubbo is Schlatt’s biological son, and they only find this out when they’re working together and Schlatt grills him on his family history and it strangely matches up with that one time Schlatt decided to leave the girl he accidentally impregnated and fully skip town. So when Schlatt and Quackity get married Quackity is basically Tubbo’s stepmom.

-he and Wilbur are like 12 years apart, when Fundy is born, Wilbur is 20. When Fundy and Tubbo meet for the first time, Fundy is 8 and Tubbo is 16. And, yes, Tubbo went to live with Wilbur when he turned 16 for reasons and was like “Wil who the fuck is this child” and Wilbur is like “oh that’s my daughter” ???

Tommy:

-trans girl.

-met Wilbur before she met Tubbo. They lived in the same place. When Tubbo went to live with Wilbur he was immediately bombarded by a strange hyperactive fifteen year old.

-Tommy’s parents left her. She didn’t believe that they did at first, but they did. (By the way I’ve decided L’Manburg was a commune) Because her parents have left her alone on the commune, she’s sort of raised by all of the adults and herself. This is how she knows Wilbur.

-has bpd and severe abandonment issues. Originally attached herself to Wilbur before meeting Tubbo and becoming close with him. During the Pogtopia era, Tommy goes insane and completely attaches herself to Wilbur again.

-When Wilbur dies during war, Tommy’s whole personality switches and instead of being majorly depressed she pretends that it didn’t happen and stays completely delusional for like a month.

-during Exile, she had time to think about herself and her identity and it’s when she comes out to herself as trans. Dream is also the first person she actually comes out to. And I can’t decide if Ghostbur is a hallucination or not, but Tommy doesn’t know either it’s ok.

-very delusional. Like, schizophrenic. Genuinely believed during Exile that Dream was her best friend and wasn’t like beating her and destroying her stuff every single day. Dream doesn’t understand if she’s being serious when she’s like “hi bestie” so he keeps doing worse and worse wondering how much it’ll take to break her.

-gets therapy and takes antipsychotics now. Always brings up the stories of the wildest delusional episodes she’s ever experienced. During exile she was certain she had like 5 girlfriends at once.

-when she ends up trapped in jail with Dream she almost kills herself before Dream does it for her. The pain of being trapped with him again was worse than emotional. Worse than ptsd.

-has complicated feelings towards Quackity, will never forget the time she watched him and Schlatt argue. She’d never heard a “loving couple” sound that angry before. Though she doesn’t know every little detail about the relationship.

#dream smp #dsmp #clingyduo #cclingyduo #tommyinnit #Tubbo #there are definitely more but I was just throwing out ten for both of them

[victoriarambles]

HII HEYAA!! So this is my first ever fic, WOOOHOO‼️‼️ sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it’s a little weird 😭

But anyway. This is FULLY PLATONIC. SHIPPERS DO NOT INTERACT IN ANY WAY.

Ler!Phil, Lee!Wilbur. sbi. Wilbur is about 13 at this time.

Cold laughter<3

(Sorry for this i could not think of a better title)

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It was a snowy day outside the sbi household. As curious little younglings, Tommy and Techno had gone exploring together as Wilbur and Phil stayed together at home. Wilbur had already almost caught a fever so he decided to stay in for the day. However phil couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. Wil really wanted to go outside, looking at his brothers by the window as they had fun together whilst he had to stay home, but he knew that it was for the best. Phil wanted to find a way to cheer him up as he got an idea, smirking at him as he walked up to him.

“Hey, Wil, do you wanna hear a cool story? It’s about a creature that has been lurking around our city lately.”

Phil said, sitting beside his son.

“A- a creature? What kind?”

Wilbur asked, his curiosity peaked at his fathers words.

“A bad bad creature..”

Phil joked, looking at Wilbur as he got closer.

“This creature picks the saddest people, making them its victims!”

He said, making Wilbur get even more curious.

“It feeds off of the reactions of its victims!! Always smiling at them!”

He got closer to Wilbur, wrapping his arm around his shoulder.

“It lurks around in the dark, walking up to its victims from behind before picking them up and then…”

He said, leaving a moment of suspense for Wilbur before he pounced at him, gently placing him down and putting his hands onto his stomach

“Tickles them!!”

He said, giggling at Wilbur before gently poking around his stomach with one hand and scribbling up and down his side with the other, leaving Wilbur squealing. Wilbur wasn’t a very ticklish fella but something about his dad’s touch always got him.

“Dahad!! Whahat—?!”

Wilbur giggled, confused as to how he got from this semi scary situation to him being tickled, Phil just chuckled before going to tickle his ribs, gently tracing them and the spaces in between them as wilbur let out some hiccupy giggles, lightly throwing his head back as he kicked his legs out a little.

“What? Bad spot, hm?”

Phil teased, wiggling his fingers in between his son’s ribs which just made him giggle louder. After he got those giggles, he decided to go to his thighs, lightly tracing shapes on them and just scribbling random things with his fingers. Wilbur let out a snort, going into a small giggling fit whilst kicking his legs out more violently.

“Hehah— dahad!! Nohot that spot!! Plehease!!”

Wilbur asked, trying to muffle his giggles as Phil listened to him, well sort of. He went to a different spot, yes, but he went for his hips, which were a pretty bad spot for Wilbur.

“NOHA NOT MY— DAHAD—!! NOT THAT SPOHOT EITHER!!”

Wilbur said in between his laugh, squirming around wildly and hitting his hand on the floor as a sign of giving up. Phil changed spots after a bit, going for his neck which was a spot known to make Wilbur rather bubbly and giggly.

He just giggled, not speaking much as he liked his tickles. Phil stopped after a bit, seeing Wilbur’s smile.

“You didn’t even tell me to stop once! Maybe you like this monster huh?”

Phil teased, lightly poking Wilbur jokingly as Wilbur just giggled and looked back at the window, looking at his brothers.

Maybe staying inside wasn’t that bad after all.

#sfw blog #tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle content #lee #tickle blog #tickle community #sfw tickles #dsmp tickle #ler!philza #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #sbi tickles #platonic only #tickle fluff #tickle scenarios #ticklish #tickle tickle

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

you mentioned having a modern au with ghostbur and c!tommy that's basically big hero 6... i am very intrigued... do tell me more...

OH MY GOSH MEREDITH HI!!! This ask got buried in my notifs ansgajsgajfsja apologies for the lateness!!

Okay! So! Background info:

Tommy is a kid who’s been bounced around the foster care system for most of his life. He’s used to not staying anywhere for long, and not making close connections with anybody.

That is!!! Until he lands in the home of Phil, a random guy who’s been taking care of foster kids for a while. He’s chill, and nice, and he also understands how hard things can be. Tommy likes him!

Along with getting to know Phil, Tommy also gets to know Wilbur, a former foster kid of Phil’s :) Wilbur is in his early twenties at this point, but he wound up in Phil’s home when he was a teenager—a very, very troubled teenager. Phil and Wilbur are pretty much father & son, but it’s not legal or anything; Wilbur never told Phil he wanted to be adopted, and Phil didn’t want to push it. Eventually, Wilbur aged out of the foster system and moved away, though he still lives nearby and he and Phil see each other often :) Their bond is very very close & special & filled with love.

So anyway, Tommy gets to know Wilbur! They very quickly become close, and a little after that they become unofficial brothers! Wilbur is… the closest thing Tommy’s really ever had to family. He loves him more than anything else. And Wilbur absolutely adores Tommy as well!! He’s got a little brother!! That’s kinda sweet, isn’t it?

Tommy’s ramshackle family isn’t perfect by any means—Wilbur, especially, is clearly dealing with mental health issues but he refuses to talk about any of it—but Tommy thinks it’s the best thing ever anyway. Despite the problems, the three of them really do love and care for each other, and they’re happy together. They are a family, even if not exactly legally considered one.

And then Wilbur dies. He’s killed late one night at his house, by a man with a gun. And then Tommy isn’t sure what’s family anymore.

That’s all the background info! By the time the fic actually begins, things are a lot different—a bad sort of different. Tommy and Phil don’t know what to do with each other, or how to handle losing Wilbur. Tommy quickly becomes distant, refusing to open himself up to his foster dad, and closing himself up in his room. It’s… strange. And bad. And really, really hard. And more than anything, Tommy misses Wilbur. He misses his brother. He misses his best friend. He wants Wilbur back. It wasn’t fair that he died. He shouldn’t have died.

And then, somehow, an even stranger thing happens!

While walking home one day (Tommy’s a teenager in this fic, probably 15 or 16) he comes across… Wilbur? Except it’s not Wilbur. Someone who looks like him, sure, someone who has Wilbur’s face and eyes and smile. But it’s not him.

Ghostbur doesn’t exactly know what he is either. He knows he’s a ghost, presumably the ghost of Wilbur, but he’s about as confused as Tommy is! He doesn’t know why he exists, why he apparently sounds different than Wilbur, why he can float, what his purpose is, or why Tommy is the only person who can see him. It’s all a big mess, pretty much!

And that’s kinda what the whole fic is: Tommy, still grieving his brother, has to find out what the heck to do with Ghostbur, who’s worryingly carefree about the whole situation. They also both get chick-fil-a milkshakes at some point because that’s literally why I came up with this whole AU in the first place, so that Ghostbur could have a milkshake 😭 I 100% came up with this whole entire story just so that Ghostbur could have a milkshake. I promise I am not joking.

I’ve written two chapters so far, but after I realized that I… don’t really know where the story is going/how it’s gonna end, it fizzled out 😅 But I really do like the idea!! And I do want to write more!! It’s really just a matter of me figuring out an actual plot lol

The similarities to Big Hero 6 are kinda funny ajgsjagsjsgajsgjagaha

Younger brother is best friends with older brother

Older brother is killed

Younger brother befriends a being that was created by the older brother (Baymax/Ghostbur)

A parental figure who’s not actually the parent takes/took care of younger brother and older brother (Aunt Cass/Phil)

This is basically a Big Hero 6 AU without the superpowers lol

#oh my gosh THANK YOU for asking about this!!! #I hardly ever get asks about my stories so this was a super fun surprise :D #ask #my ideas #Ghostbur #tommyinnit #c!tommy #c!crimeboys #crimeboys #oh yeah I also have a playlist for this!! #I haven’t listened to it in a WHILE

[wiiwarechronicles]

ik it's a bit of a far-fetched question since she was barely around to be a MOTHER, much less a grandma, but how would Sally get along with Yogurt and Granola?

in a hypothetical universe where she survived and her family was better off mentally a LOTTT of stuff in the parfait au wouldn’t have happened. Probably including granola in the first place. But I’m going to ignore that. Rambling with drawings under the cut!

DISCLAIMER. None of this is canon bcs sally is dead and gone 💔

If she had lived she’d have gotten along with the kids well enough! They’re part of her family obviously and sally really likes babies. she and yogurt specifically get along swimmingly. They were both wild children even if it was under different circumstances. Yogurt was left heavily traumatized from his first few years of life so it takes him a really long time to like people. Once sally got his trust she spent as much time with him as she could. He’s her favorite easily. Of course she wouldn’t say that out loud but everyone can kind of tell. Whenever she’s visiting he wants to sleep with her but it takes wayyy longer for him to like Wilbur than Sally so his grandpa has to sleep on the couch 😔

Also like I’ve mentioned before sally makes jewelry out of little shells and things!!! But unfortunately granola really hates having things around her neck and wrists so it alllllll ends up going to yogurt. Which he isn’t complaining about of course. Sometimes yogurt and her will go out to the shore and collect shells to make into jewelry. They can spend HOURS just with each other just carving little holes into things.. it distracts sally from how offended she is that granola loudly complains about having to wear anything sally has made while she’s visiting.

The one real big connection granola and sally do have is siren stuff. If sally had lived she’d have been able to teach her son the sort of communal telepathy sirens do. And other magic shit of course. So she’s also very insistent on granola learning it at the first sign granola has siren magic. It’s all very boring a tedious to granola though and she gets very frustrated at not getting the hang of it immediately and also having to keep in the same place for such a long time. It’s entertaining enough when she’s a little baby but as the years roll on and she can’t get herself to do it it just makes her bitter and angry at sally. Eventually because of her tantrums H talks fundy into not making her do it anymore since it’s obviously really upsetting granola. Which in turn makes Sally angry at fundy and it’s this whole horrible ordeal which makes sally like H even less than she already does.

Once they all calm down sally does apologize to granola. The meditation sessions are way less frequent and much shorter and SURPRISE. Granola actually does manage to get the hang of it in a lower stress situation. But ya sally still doesn’t like H for a variety of reasons. H and Fundy sort of have their own way of communicating that annoys her and she also thinks he’s not a great influence on her son and his kids. Which is probably true but tbf she and her husband didn’t do amazing either.

Despite H trying to be polite sally is always angry at her for one reason or another. ESPECIALLY while fundy was carrying. (She was sort of mad that had happened in the first place). After granola was born their relationship improved a little bit but definitely not enough for them to hold a conversation together. H is one of the very few things that set fundy and sally off . whatever. They seem to be enjoying each other somehow so she won’t push it too much. But she will still be side eyeing him every time they’re together. At least he’s funny

#this is very rambly and all over the place but I hope you enjoy it anyway #parfait au #anon #maidsmop #not putting this in my art tag cause scrolling thru it would fucking suck #maybe I’ll post these on their own in a bit

[cat-fried-fiend]

trans Techno SBI fic part 2

here's the second part to the fic I've been writing :)

<part 1 & part 3>

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Phil drives like a mad man. Honestly, he’s probably broken at least half a dozen traffic laws trying to reach Puffy as fast as possible. Maybe flying would have been less hazardous to others but Puffy doesn’t drive he can’t find it in himself to care about the law anyways. Most people in his situation would do the same, probably. At least he hopes he isn’t the odd one out, the only one who is completely fretting over this ordeal.

Puffy’s cottage is nestled in the heart of their quaint town but somehow still ringed with a yard of bright flowers and overgrown shrubs that border on trees. It’s a little slice of the country in a place where concrete is more abundant than fresh dirt and Phil relaxes as he approaches the front door. He’d let her know he was coming by but doubts she expects him to still be in his sweats and bathrobe. Still, he didn’t have enough thought to change before leaving, barely remembering to exchange his slippers for shoes.

She answers the door quickly, visibly surprised at his state. But she smiles and greets him kindly and ushers him into her living room. Phil sits awkwardly on the couch shifting his wings uncomfortably behind him. He’s unsure of how exactly he’s supposed to go about this conversation. He’d been in such a panic before that he’d decided to go to the first woman, he knew for help. But now Phil feels like maybe he shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. Maybe Puffy wasn’t affected by her human side this way. Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that only a woman would know what to do. Sighing, Phil drags a hand down his face, trying to scrub away the exhaustion that came with parenting.

“So…” Puffy starts, somehow having manifested two cups of tea and a plate of cookies, that now sit on the small coffee table separating them. “What was the emergency you needed my help with? Are the boys alright?”

“Oh…Wilbur and Tommy are fine,” he responds, grabbing a cup of tea just so he has something to focus on.

“And Techno?”

“He’s….. Well, that’s what I wanted to ask about. I woke up with him screaming for me. Which terrified me at first since he’s never really done that before but then…. He, well-”

Phil isn’t sure how exactly to tell his friend that he thought the kid he has been taking care of for the last six months, one he’s come to see as he third son, didn’t have the capability to carry children. It’s such a huge thing to miss. Especially when Techno’s already struggling with his hybrid identity. And now Phil’s probably made his identity issues even worse by just making assumptions.

Puffy raises an eyebrow, a concerned expression on her face.

“He’s not…anatomically male… like I thought” Phil wants to curl up and die. But being a parent means facing all sorts of mortifying conversations, so he forces himself upright and persevere. “And ah… he woke up with blood- which is how I realized that-”

Puffy fixes him with a look and Phil shuts his mouth.

“So, your son who you didn’t realize wasn’t anatomically male until today, started his period, and you ran to me for help?” She asks evenly, sipping her tea.

Phil nods, “Ah, yeah that’s… that’s mostly what happened. I- I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve never had to deal with something like this before and I thought that maybe you could help, or at least give me a place for information?”

Puffy hums. “I don’t like that you assumed I’d know what to do but you were right. I can help you. But you’re the one who’s looking after Techno. You’ve got to be the one he trusts for information, not me.”

Phil nods.

“Ok.” Puffy sighs, sipping her tea again. “What’s Techno doing now?”

“Showering. He doesn’t know what any of this is. I’m fairly sure he doesn’t even know the full extent of anatomical differences in humans.”

“Ok… the showering idea was good. Did he seem upset at all?”

Phil feels a flash of guilt. “Yeah… he was really upset with all of it but mainly when I told him about the monthly part. It was the one of the few times I’ve seen him cry so openly.”

“Look, it could be because of the hormones but I think you need to have a conversation about his gender identity or at least give him a basic lecture on human gender and sexuality.”

“You’re right.” Phil sighs.

“I know.” Puffy says with a smile. “Did you ever give Wilbur any information or is still he just confusedly and painfully pining over Quackity.”

Phil represses the full body shudder at that topic. Yes, he gave Wil the talk. Had he possibly been too late and ended up seeing things he can never unsee? Also, yes.  So no, Wilbur was no longer confused about his feelings for Quackity, at least in the gender/sexuality department. Though, Phil still isn’t entirely sure Wilbur knows the difference between a crush, a rivalry, and an obsession.

But Phil doesn’t say that. He just nods and focuses on his tea. They really should get going. It’s already been nearly twenty minutes and Phil’s certain Techno isn’t going to leave the shower until he produces Puffy or a large sum of gold. And as Phil isn’t sure there’s enough gold in the whole server to be enough to lure him out, Puffy it will have to be.

In the end, they wind up dragging Puffy’s younger cousins with them which Phil is a bit unsure about. He’s sure Techno doesn’t want a whole lot of people parading around the house at a time like this. But Puffy refuses to let them stay at home alone quoting that the last time they had, she came back with a quarter of her home completely missing and the rest completely covered in butter and burn marks. So, she drags them out of bed and into Phil’s car, the two of them cursing, and screaming the whole way. Phil sympathizes with them, he too would be kicking and screaming if Puffy decided to drag him out of bed on a Sunday morning before eight AM. Or maybe not, Phil decides, when Puffy fixes the look back at her cousins who promptly stop complaining.

Puffy is kind enough to let Techno use the supplies she has at least until Phil could be reliably trusted to go to the store and get the correct items. Relief slowly drips into Phil’s gut the closer they get to the house, unwinding the knot of worry. Beside him, Puffy is holding a box that she’s filled with whatever she’s deemed necessary and quizzing him on the basic information. Really, Phil should know more but as he hadn’t had the most formal education as a child, it’s lucky he knows this much.

Phil glances in the mirror, trying to be a decent driver this time around. Somehow, despite it only being five minutes since Phil pealed out of their driveway the two cousins are silent. And he realizes why. Behind him, the two smaller sheep hybrids are fast asleep, siting piled against each other in a way that has Phil’s heart melting.

This is why being a parent is worth it.

It’s been about forty minutes since Phil’s left when he finally returns. Anxiety has returned with vengeance over the course of the drive and his gut feels like one giant knot. But the house is still standing in one-piece, warm cedar shingles bathed in golden sunlight, and somehow this lessens the worry he feels inside. Ushering Puffy and her sleepy cousins inside quietly, Phil tries his hardest to keep the rest of the house asleep. He really doesn’t need Tommy waking up right now. After softly directing the two children into the den, Phil hurriedly guides Puffy up the stairs and into his office.

“Phil,” Puffy says evenly, “I know you’re stressed, go make some coffee and read one of the books I brought, I’ll let you know when Techno’s ready.”

Phil sighs, shoulder’s slumping and he allows Puffy to start to shoo him out of the small office.

“Wait-” Puffy says, pausing to rummage through her supplies, “here, give this to Techno, ok?” She hands him a small box that looks to hold some sort of clothes. Phil nods, giving her a tired but grateful smile.

“Thanks for the help, Puffy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably die,” she says with a grin which he matches easily. “Now go…” Phil follows her orders, knocking on the bathroom door. Once he detects Techno’s stifled shout of allowance over the spray of the shower, he cracks it open and sets the box down on the counter then makes a hasty retreat. With that done, he begins a load of laundry. After so many years Phil’s become pretty much an expert on bloodstains and he’s certain that with his skills, nothing will remain as an unpleasant reminder for Techno. He’s just finished getting the coffee pot started and began perusing one of Puffy’s books when he hears someone faintly shout, “save me!” Then a deafening crash. Without a second thought, Phil bolts towards the den, praying that Puffy and Techno are doing fine upstairs.

#trans technoblade #sbi fanfic #technoblade #philza #captain puffy

[jkknight98]

Chapter 3 The Crow Father

Am I posting at almost 11pm and I have to be up early, why yes I am, but I wanted to post this now since Ive been away so long. Here the 3rd chapter of mine and @plant-gt-thought-box shared Au. I hope you guys enjoy it~

Here we see a tired man deal with a oppressive “landlord”, a naive child, and now his two sons seeming to play around with a human... can’t he catch a break?

Warning: fatal vore implied, degrading language, bad time for humans all around.

Phil wasn’t happy… He could feel his feathers rising in his agitation as he paced about his tiny kitchen, his third child looking on in concern clear in their pure white eyes,” do you really have to meet with them without Techno here, you look like a giant black puff ball…” Their own feathering was ruffled in solidarity, which the man internally appreciated despite his stress. Phil reached out and gently ran his fingers through the curly brown locks, marveling how his third child was more considerate than their brothers, he really couldn’t believe it some days. 

“I’ll be fine Eret, it's not the first time I had to meet with the scaly bastard, but it would be best that you made yourself scared before he shows up.” Their guest enjoyed Techno and Wilbur's company to a degree, but Phil didn’t like how they treated Eret, it was almost like a cruel game to them, making the younger being feel like they were succeeding only to rip it away from them at the last moment. The two of them jumped and made startling chirps as a loud pounding sounded at the front entrance, Phil was quick to gently shove his child towards the stairs, “Go on, I’m going to let them in, I’ll come to get you when they’re gone.” 

Phil could only take a deep breath to steady his nerves as he made his way towards his doorway, dreading that they had to do these required meetings in the first place, and nearly jumped out of his own skin when the door opened on its own to reveal his visitor. Their hood held low over their face as they padded inside, not giving a care to Phil’s outstretched hand in greeting, and moved to sit at the table with a rumbling huff. They took a moment to stretch the large wings on their back before sitting down and placing their hands into their pockets before watching Phil with an unamused expression.

Phil just tried his best to give a friendly smile without showing his teeth, knowing full well what would happen if he did,” I thought we weren’t supposed to have this meeting yet, it only just turned to the cooler months, I thought you would be on the southern side of the forest?” It really was too early for them to be here, Techno and Wilbur are normally back from their required patrol before they show so Phil didn’t have to deal with them.

The shadowed figure only sighed heavily, blowing a stream of green-tinted smoke, seeming to cause Phil to hack and cough intentionally with the action. “I know I’m not the only one that's noticed an increase in human activity encroaching on our forest. I know you and your boys don’t actively hunt them, but you can at least understand why I don’t want the little pests going around trying to poison us in our sleep…like this one.” The figure chuckled as they pulled their hand from whatever hidden cloak pocket and slammed it onto the table, giving a delighted sneer at the muffled yelp that came from his fingers.

Phil let his eyes slide downwards to the small yowling man that was trapped under his visitor's hand, the dagger-like nails just barely digging into the slayer's clothing to keep them pinned, Phil honestly didn’t care for the tiny things. This one was especially spitting out some vulgar words despite its clear danger, even throwing a few slurs towards him when he met its gaze, making Phil wrinkle his nose in distaste. “ Why did you bring that in here, it’s cruel to play with them like that.” He didn’t like seeing any smaller creatures be played with like this, especially when they were sentient, so even humans were on his list to treat that way. He kept his eyes on the human and took note of the charred edges of its clothes and its haggard breathing, feeling pity for how long it had already been played with… at least he and the boys were quick to dispose of slayers.

The figure just chuckled as it moved the human into its palm and began to toss them into the air and catch them,” Aww Phil, don’t tell me you're starting to like humans now, I clearly remember how eagerly you hunted them when your brood was younger, speaking of which,” Phil watched as the human was caught into a tight fist that made the man scream in agony,” the oldest two are out patrolling the east border currently, while your third stays home to keep you company? That's why I liked those two better, more bloodthirsty and happy to uphold the rules for our safety….speaking of which…” At this point, the human was tossed high into the air, screaming as they fell not into the open palm but rather into the figure's open mouth. The human turned its head towards Phil and the look of terror on its face as it reached out towards him, barely getting out a faint help me before they were sealed behind ivory fangs.

Phil had to turn away as he listened to the muffled screaming become overshadowed by a loud gulping, and a satisfied sigh,” I don’t know why you have to be so cruel with them, giant hunter or not, But yes. Wilbur and Techno are going around the forest border since that one village has been expanding closer to us. They should be back at either sundown tonight or in the morning tomorrow.” He at least hoped they would be home soon, If giant slayers were coming into the forest again, he wished his boys had left a bit more prepared. They had only gone out with a few basic supplies, and the things to make smores of all things instead of proper food, but that's his boys. “ Are you going to wait for them to arrive, or did you just come here to mess with me and my other child again?”

The figure just smiled as they moved to stand, a hand placed over their middle to no doubt feel the poor human stewing inside,” Nah I think I’m going to continue on my rounds, I'll get to see them again in due time, you enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” They gently placed their other hand on Phil's shoulder as they stood next to him, not allowing the man to get up from his chair, the grip turning tight when he tried to stand,” I know you’ll continue to do your part to keep our forest safe, even if that disappointment upstairs refuses to do it.”

Phil had to bite down the hiss that tried to form, what can a crow do against a dragon, so he just needed to keep his cool,” Eret is fine to do whatever they please, me and their brothers make up for them not wanting to dispose of any humans we find. I’m not going to force them to do anything that they aren’t comfortable with…”

The figure just sighed in disappointment but shrugged as they walked towards the door,” such a pity that the angel of death turned so weak when they had a clutch, or sounder as your late wife put it, but no matter,” They turned back only once when they opened the door, letting a cool breeze swirl the room as they pulled down the infamous white mask,” Tell Techno that Dream stopped by and I'm expecting another sparring match soon.”

Phil flinched when Dream slammed the door rather roughly when they left, didn’t they understand how to treat spruce doors? “He’s gone Eret, you can come back down now.” Phil could only lean into his hands and sigh, of all the places his family could have settled, it had to be within the territory of a crusading dragon. He looked up when a now-cooled cup of tea was placed before him, he had completely forgotten about it when the knock came,” thank you.” He took a quick sip and tried to relax, the herbal notes easing the pounding headache that tried to form and loosening his clenched throat. 

“Dad, why does Dream hate humans so much? They really can’t do much to us, and we could probably open trade routes with them.” Phil couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his face, the kid wasn’t wrong in the slightest, but there are a lot of things that they don’t understand just yet since they didn’t grow up alongside humans.

“We could open trade routes with humans, but would they want to do that? We tower over them and it's well-known how some of us enjoy eating them, how would you get past that hurdle?” Phil took a quick sip of his tea as he looked at Eret’s face, smiling sadly at the hard look of concentration,” You would also need to deal with giant slayers, they can do some major damage in high numbers if they find us in our sleep, how are you going to reason with an entire subgroup of humans that hate us for existing because of the action of fellow giants.” He gently reached out and laid a hand on his child’s shoulder,” Maybe you can be the first one to bridge the gap between us in the future, but for now it's not going to happen, just let me and your brothers handle the small things.”

Eret seemed to fight a small smile as they stood up from the table,” yeah... The minute I manage to convince those two not to eat humans I'll believe I have a chance, but I will give it some more thought, it wouldn't be the first time I shared my weird ideas.” They gave a final stretch as Phil looked them over, his third child that was a perfect mix of him and Kristan, showing both the avian and piglin traits of their parents. “I’m probably going to visit Niki since it’s gotten cold and she’s started to make her hot cider and I want to get a glass before Jack drinks it all, I’ll see you later dad!” with a flash of a red cloak all too similar to the one Techno wore, Eret was out into the cool air with a flick of their feathered tail.

Phil could only shake his head as he went outside himself, leaning against the railing as he took in the scents of late fall, it wouldn’t be too long before the snow would start to fall. He let his feathers fluff until he was sure he looked like an onyx puffball,  sue him it's warm, and just let himself enjoy being outside. He loved this season as the cool air allowed for even more stars in the sky, something he was so happy to share with his wife on the few days she was able to leave the nether, but that was when she got sick. While Techno was fine to stay in the overworld thanks to the traits he inherited from Phil, a full-blooded nether born like his wife couldn’t, and they learned that a bit too late. Gods above did he miss her more and more each day of the season. He let out a low croon to the few crows that fluttered to land next to him, the creatures were so small, but the flock that started to follow him around showed no fear. “Hey chat, I thought you lot would have already flown to a warmer area, or are you going to hide in our rafters again?” The birds began to chirp in excitement, letting out a few words that still amazed him that they learned, but with how they flocked around him and the boys, it was only a matter of time before they picked up a few. He let out another few more fond croons to the smaller avians before a second flock came streaming over, giving both caws of excitement and alarm as they flew about his head,” whoa whoa Chat, what’s got you guys so worked up, Dream left ages ago?” The birds flew around his face in a cloud of feathers and cawing, their voices blending in a loud mishmash that made the man flinch slightly, but after a gentle swap to clear his vision, his feathers fluffed in excitement at the sight he saw. In the distant treeline, he saw his two boys laughing together as they drew closer, it was so rare that he got to see them getting along so well.

He raised a hand and a wing up in greeting as they got closer, but slowly lowered it as he realized they weren’t looking in his direction, or even each other as they continued to laugh. They were instead looking at the ground, and when his eyes followed their gaze, he saw the flash of blond and red. He sighed in frustration as he stretched his wings to prepare to fly, didn’t he tell them not to play with humans like that, he might as well go and give it a dignified end. They weren’t a chicken to be chased around the yard.

With a quick flap of his wings, he launched himself forward, easily plucking the small human off the ground as it and his boys let out yells of surprise. He had to dodge a sweeping arm from Techno before flapping his wings to gain height, ignoring the three sets of yells until he was out of his boy’s range of influence.

Phil looked into frightened blue eyes after he rose to a decent height, giving the human a pitying  look as he held it close to his face” I'm sorry to do this to you, but at least I’ll be quicker than my boys would be.”

#mcyt g/t #mcyt g/t community #mcyt vore #Familial forest au #tw fatal mention #tw vore #goodness this took forever #but hopefully I can work on other things during the holiday #i hope

[unhonest-iago]

Meeting Mumza Pt. 2

Pt. 1

The first time Mumza meets Fundy is a near death experience he had as a kid. He'd been in a forest biome, climbing the trees. Trying to get to a high enough point so he could attempt to fly, like Philza. He knew he himself didn’t have wings so he crafted a pair, hearing about it from one of Techno's stories. Rather than getting too close to the sun, he plummeted, knocking himself out. 

Mumza noticed him on the brink. Not dead but in immense pain. Summoning him to her realm so it’d lessen said pain. She knew with some of the plants, her nursery wasn’t exactly the safest place for the kit. Remembering from Wilbur’s last visit that he’d taken the fox to the beach after his beloved Sally's departure. Deciding it'd be the perfect place, she shifted the terrain from rich soil to grainy sand. 

Seeing his small frame appear, she pitter-pattered over, crouching to scratch behind his ears. Opening his eyes, he scrambled up to a sitting position remembering his gramp’s ‘don’t talk to strangers’ rule. But there was a familiar comfort to the lady in black; the warmth of hot chocolate on a winter’s night and he’s sitting inside with a blanket wrapped around him. Spongebob on the TV as he sits next to the fireplace. His dad and uncles on the couch, chuckling when Fundy sings along to the Campfire song. Even Techno joining him during the chorus. 

‘You must be confused little one’ nodding, he took the hand offered to him, not as scared when his relatives met Mumza. ‘I’m Mumza and what’s your name?’ walking with him to the shoreline, holding Fundy’s shoes for him. Mumza tells him how he’s in her realm, keeping the bit about being between the living and dead out. After what seemed to be hours of talking to Mumza and playing in the sand, Fundy slowly returned to the land of the living. 

This time, laying on a couch in a cabin. Letting out a gasp, he hears those surrounding him talking. Rushing to his side, ‘Son, what were you thinking?’ 

‘I just wanted to fly like Gramps’ his voice tiny. Hearing this, Techno tries to keep his amusement hidden. ‘A marvelous contraption that was,’ the Piglin hybrid letting out a pained grunt, Philza elbowing him in the ribs. ‘Not the time Tech'

A few days later, Philza’s drops everything from his hands when Fundy looks up at him and asks ‘Who’s Mumza?’

#iago writes #mumza & fundy #not x reader #dsmp philza #dsmp fundy #dsmp techno #dsmp mumza #mcyt philza #mcyt techno #mcyt mumza #mcyt fundy #dsmpblr #mcytblr #mumza #fundy #philza #techno #pt 2 #part 2

[totallynotbat]

Bonding - Tickletober Day 4

Prompt: Day 4 - Reward

Summary: Fundy and Phil have some bonding time together, which is rare for these two usually. 

Relationship is platonic. No ship tags! 

Wooo! I’ve been waiting for this! I love Fundy and Phil’s relationship. You don’t see it often! I figured this fits well enough with the two prompts.

Takes place after Wilbur’s revival. 

T/W: Swearing, Stress attack, Bit of angst.

Phil was stunned. 

Wilbur, his son, lied to him. He starred back up on the destroyed L’manburg, thinking about everything from when he first joined up too now. 

Was he really that gullible? Why’d he believe those letters? 

“Phil?” 

Philza turned his head, seeing Fundy to the right of him, the two sitting on a piece of near crumpled rock, across from the L’manburg flag, what was left of it at least.

“Are you alright?” Fundy asked, Phil shaking his head, looking down.

“No…I’m not…I just…” Phil mumbled, placing his hands over his face. Fundy placed a paw on Philza’s shoulder, ears lowered, but a small smile on his face.

“C’mere Phil.” Fundy pulled the avian into his arms, hearing a few muffled sobs as Phil pressed his face into Fundy’s chest. 

“Aw…Phil, I know. I know.” Fundy stroked a paw through the blondes hair, curling it with his claws. “This okay?” 

Philza simply nodded, as he continued sobbing. “Am I that gullible? Fundy? Why did I believe those letters?!” 

“Shhh, no your not, it’s okay Phil, it’s okay buddy, just relax and breathe, okay?” 

Fundy continued, using the same tactic Wilbur used on him sometimes when he was younger, stroking the blondes hair carefully, curling a few strands.

Fundy couldn’t remember much of his childhood, but he did remember this tactic Wilbur or his mother would use whenever he was stressed. 

Fundy wished he could spend more time with Phil but he didn’t know how to even ask, or even if Phil wanted too. What would they even do? 

Fundy heard Phil’s muffled sobbing, feeling like he wanted to strangle Wilbur soon if he saw him again. Fundy sighed, not thinking of any other way to calm the hybrid down.

Or maybe…

A sneaky idea came upon Fundy’s head, him placing a paw, wiping tears from Phil’s face, slowly tracing a claw towards and across Phil’s ears, noticing how they twitched and flapped a bit. 

“Fundy!-“ Phil squeaked in surprise, covering his mouth with his hands. 

“Aw, your ears are twitching!” Fundy chuckled, using one finger to tracing across the avian’s ears, which continued flapping as Phil squirmed and shook his head.

“Eheheasy Fundy!” Phil chuckled.

Fundy luckily stopped, allowing Phil to breathe from the attack. 

“Whahat the hell Fundy?” Philza said with a chuckle. 

“Just tried a tactic, Wilbur used with me.” Fundy smiled, releasing the avian from the hug.

“Heh, he got it from me.” Phil thought to himself.

The two climbed up to the top of the crater, walking over to Phil’s house. Phil allowing Fundy to talk, while Philza was thinking about what happened earlier.

Philza thought for a few minutes, he kinda didn’t want Fundy to stop, but how would he ask about Fundy, his grandson. To tickle him? He didn’t want to be an inconvenience to him but…given there history and rocky relationship it was going to be-

“Phil?” 

Phil looked up at Fundy, who stood in front of the doorway, confused. 

“Ah! Right, come in mate!” 

The two sat on the couch, watching TV, Philza still flustered a bit, the pros winning over the cons in this situation, but god it was getting frustrating. 

Philza doesn’t get flustered easily and here he was.

“Erm…Fundy…uh…” Phil shyly spoke, already feeling butterflies immediately at the pit of his stomach. 

Fundy turned his head, looking up at the avian. “Yeah?” 

Phil sighed, inhaling, gesturing to his ears. “You know how you traced my ears earlier?” 

“Yeah, what about that?” 

Philza began getting red again, dammit lee mood showing up at the wrong time. 

“Erm uh, could you possibly…uh…will you?” Phil mumbled, his wings flapping and twitching. 

Fundy smiled at the avian, noticing his wings. “You want me to tickle you, again?” 

Philza pressed his face into his hands. “Yes!” 

Fundy smirked, leaning back. “Of course, you need it anyways.” 

Phil smiled, a red flush on his face, Fundy allowing him to get comfortable on the couch, Phil laying his back on the armrest, his wings folded back.

“Just tell me when, okay?” Fundy asked, Phil giving a weak nod. 

Fundy started tracing Phil’s ears again. The older flinching and covering his mouth with his hands. 

“Aw!” Fundy cooed. “You can laugh Phil, this is kinda like a reward for you helping me.” 

Phil squirmed, him resting his head on the couch cushion, squeezing his eyes shut, a flustered smile on his face. 

Fundy smiled, using a claw to trace around the feathers behind the wing-ears, which continued twitching. 

“PFFT-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha! Ehehehehaha!!! Nohohoho! Hahahaha!!!” Phil began softly breaking into light bubbly giggles, he couldn’t keep his laughter contained for that long.

“Aww! There we go!” Fundy smiled. 

“Fuhuhuhndy!” Phil giggled, covering his mouth with his hands. 

“Yesss?” Fundy cooed, scribbling across the sensitive ears, which flapped and moved under the gentle touch. 

“It-Itit thihihickles!” Phil muffled laughter broke through his words.

“Aw, well that’s the point!” Fundy smirked, bringing his paws down to the man’s underarms. 

“FUNDY!” Phil squeaked, slamming his arms right uptop of Fundy’s paws, showing Phil’s flustered smile. 

“Aww, sensitive spot? TickleTickleTickleTickleee~” Fundy teased, wiggling his claws against the hollows. 

“Ehehehehahaha! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil laughed, squirming around. “Gehehet out of therehehe!!!” 

“Hmmm nah!” Fundy smirked, continuing to tickle the man’s underarms. 

“AH! AHAHA! FUHUHUHNDY!!!” Phil squeaked, letting out an embarssed snort. 

“Aw! You snorted like a pig!” Fundy cooed, trailing a hand down to his sides. 

“Ihihihi! cahahant hehehelp it!!!” Phil snickered. 

“Heh! That’s on you when I do this!” Fundy scribbled across Phil’s sides.

“FUHUHUHNDY!!!” Phil giggled, a high pitch squeal escaping his mouth. 

“Someone’s a little giggly here~” Fundy cooed, wiggling his claws in between. “Who’s a lil ticklish giggle monster! You are! You are!” 

“Shuhuhut up Fuhuhuhndy!!!” Phil squeaked. 

“Shut up? Why I outta!” Fundy immediately sprung his claws to his bottom ribs. 

“EHEHEHEHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed. 

“Oh little sensitive here?” Fundy moved his claws across the top of his ribs, sending Phil into high pitch laughter. 

“NAHAHA FUHUHUHNDY THAHAHAHAT THIHIHICKLES AHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, a set of embarrassing snorts escaping his mouth.

Fundy happily yipped, never hearing Phil laugh that much, slowing down a bit when Phil began wheezing.

“You mind?” Fundy placed his snout near Phil’s neck, Phil shook his head, he didn’t care. 

Fundy nuzzled Phil’s neck, his nose tingling against the avian’s neck and skin. 

“F-Fundy!” Phil snickered, trying to stifle his laughter. 

Fundy smiled, nibbling as lightly as possible across Phil’s neck.

“Ehehehehe!!!” Phil squeaked, pushing his head to the other side. “Nahat neheheck thihihickles!!!” 

“Oh, can’t handle nibbling? Too bad!” Fundy continued, nibbling faster up and down on the skin, switching over to the other side of his neck to blow a raspberry into the skin, sending the avian into a series of snorts and squeals. 

Fundy stopped, allowing Phil to sit up and walk over to hang up his kimono, revealing the green t-shirt and shorts he wore, his wings flapping a bit in response. 

Fundy smirked, noticing a red quill on the table. 

Phil was going to turn back and sit back down when a squeeze at his hips made him squeak. Fundy smiled, squeezing his hips again, the avian nearly falling over, Fundy catching him in his arms. 

“Fuhuhndy! Ehehehehahaha!!!” Phil fell apart like a sack of bricks, Fundy yipping in delight at Phil’s laughter. 

The two laid on the floor, Phil laying down as Fundy held him in his arms, continuing to squeeze and tickle Phil’s hips. 

“Plehehease Nohoho! Stahahap! Ahahaha!” Phil giggled softly. 

“Awww!” Fundy cooed. 

Fundy stopped, looking at Phil, whom was a giggly mess on the floor. 

“Mind if I play a game with you Phil?” Fundy asked, watching his grandpa carefully, attempting not to force him. 

Phil blinked, sitting up and nodding as Fundy sat in front of him, grabbing the quill. 

“Now, I wanna try and use this feather over a few spots, I’ll go lightly okay?” Fundy smiled softly, not wanting to force or hurt Phil, the avian nodded. 

“Okay, here we go, ready?” Fundy held the quill in his fingers, Phil nodding with a sharp inhale. 

Fundy stood up, walking and sitting behind Phil’s back, moving the quill towards Phil’s ears, stroking it behind, back and forth, back and forth.

“Phil, you can laugh, it’s okay, your adorable when you laugh anyway.” Fundy smiled when Phil bit his lip, noticing Phil squirming when Fundy told him that. 

Fundy sighed, moving the feathered quill faster, the ears twitching and flapping in response. 

“Hehehehehahaha!!! Fuhundy! Nuhuhu! Hahahaha!!!” Phil began giggling, a flustered grin on his face. 

“Aww! Someone got ticklish ears? How cute!” Fundy teased, moving the feather across Phil’s neck. 

“Nahahahahat! Cuhuhute!” Phil squeaked. 

“Yes you are, your adorable!” Fundy smiled, continuing to move the feather across the skin. 

“Ehehehehahaha!! Ehehehe! Itit Thihihickles!” Phil squeaked. 

“Oh I’m aware.” 

Fundy stopped after a few, leaving a giggly avian on the floor, going back to sit in front of the avian. 

“Lift your arms up?” Fundy asked. “Please?” 

Phil did as followed, holding his arms on his head. Fundy lifting his shirt up a bit. 

“Here we go…” Fundy smiled, moving the feather across Phil’s armpits. Phil squeaked and began giggling, a flustered blush on his face. 

“Ticklish?” Fundy asked teasingly. 

“Yeheheah!!!” Phil squirmed around. 

“Awww! It’s okay!” Fundy smiled softly, tracing the feather towards Phil’s sides. “Besides your giggles are adorable to hear!” 

“Nohoho thehehey arehehe nahahahahat! Ahahahahaha!!!” Phil squealed. 

“Yes they are! Here is the proof!” Fundy smirked stroking the feather across Phil’s ribs, lightly tracing his right lower with his nails and using the feather on the other side on his left upper ribs. 

“PFFT- AH AHAHAHAHAHA!!! FUHUHNDY! HAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, wings flapping in joy as he laughed. 

“Hmm?” Fundy smiled, slowing down a bit. 

“Itit reheheally thihihickles!” Phil chuckled, letting out an embarrassed snort. 

Fundy stopped after a few minutes, Phil resting his arms back down, curling up into a ball and resting on Fundy’s chest, his back on his left side. 

“Aww, Giggleza!” Fundy thought to himself, trailing the feather across Phil’s exposed belly. 

“Hehehe!” Phil giggled, nuzzling his head into Fundy’s shoulder. Fundy moved the feather faster, trailing it around Phil’s belly button. 

“FUHUHNDY NAHAHAT THEREHEHE!!! EHEHEHE!!!” Phil squealed, frantically twisting right and left to avoid the tingly feeling. 

Fundy yipped happily, trailing the feather back and forth faster, relishing in the squeals that escaped his mouth.  

“FUHUHNDY!!!” Phil screamed out, letting out a snort, rolling over onto his back. 

“Well what do we have here?” Fundy smiled, wiggling his claws into the ticklish skin of Phil’s stomach. 

“GAHAHAHA! FUHUHNDY! HAHA!” Phil squealed. 

“Hmm?” Fundy hummed. 

“PLEHEHEASE HEHEHE! Stahahap!” Phil curled up, wheezing and coughing. 

Fundy slowed to a stop, lightly tracing Phil’s neck and ears, which made Phil giggle from the light tickling. 

“Okay, your all good Phil.” Fundy smiled, tracing the avians tickle spots, smiling at the giggles escaping his mouth. 

Phil fell asleep, Fundy continuing to tickle the giggly man below him.

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!philza #ler!fundy #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022

[bonesandthebees]

Hi Bee, it snowed on Sunday and I felt like a little kid again even though the snow only stopped melting once it got dark so there was an actual layer, but I couldn’t go out in it. Anyway, back on my glass bullshit. None of this is coherent, but I have been given a free pass to provide any thoughts and I will abuse the fuck outta that.

I wanna talk about Wilbur and Tomys. I think it’s very interesting how Tomys looks at Phil in awe, but then more curious. I’m looking at Wilbur describing it like the awe disappears. I wonder if he even describes it as awe because that’s what he thinks Tomys would feel. It’s very much a lens through his narration. He sees his father as worthy of that reaction and ‘knows’ that he isn’t. And of course he notices Tomys first looking at the ferronnière. (It’s because he wonders what it is, he later asks about it, but Wilbur doesn’t see it that way). I wonder how much of it Is real and how much of it is in his head.

[In a way, it almost reminded Wilbur of how two animals looked at each other when they were trying to determine if the other one was a threat.] banger description. Tomys is scared and in a new place and Wilbur is overall getting introduced by Sam as the 4th person - right after his other 2 possible heir and his consul, but before the rest of the council - he must be very important. Meanwhile, Wilbur sees Tomys as a potential threat, more to Niki than himself, but still to his position, and does not yet know how dangerous he will turn out to be.

Btw, I’m actually rereading now, which means I can quote lines [At the same time, his father’s arm came to rest on his elbow, and Wilbur didn’t fight as Phil led him down the steps and towards Tomys.] Phil immediately eliminates the risk of Niki coming over to talk to Wilbur in favour of throwing his son at Tommy. He might not have noticed, but it’s Phil. So I expect him to think ahead and want Wilbur making a good impression on Tomys right away (and yes the way I spell his name will remain inconsistent).

Poor Tomys did not want to socialise, Tobyn really is just there for the emotional support. And Wilbur describing Phil”s voice as [strangely gentle] hurts. It comes across like he rarely hears it, though it could just be because he can tell Phil is forcing the gentleness. The other option is that it is genuine and Wilbur either doesn’t get why, or isn’t used to hearing genuine gentleness from his father. (Watch me overthink every line, I am fully capable of doing it.)

[A painfully obvious lie, but one Wilbur already knew he and his father weren’t going to call out.] ah like father like son, I sense this will become a theme. The combination of Phil and Wilbur being alike and working together vs. All of Phil’s high expectations and badly hidden disappointment is golden.

[Noticing this, Phil sighed and stepped back.] It’s so small, but to Wilbur that’s very clear disappointment. It’s a very clear, I’m messing up. And it’s very clear it’s because Wilbur wasn’t fast or fluent enough to jump on touring Tomys. He needs to adapt faster than he is. Always a step behind where his father wants him to be even if he does have his moments and victories.

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oh my god I'm so jealous that you guys are getting snow (even if it's not sticking around) because it was literally almost 80 degrees here this last week and I don't understand why it's DECEMBER

anyway. rose time rose time

I love playing around with wilbur's skewed perspective on things. was there really such a difference in the way tommy looked at phil vs him? yes and no. it wasn't exactly a sense of tommy being awed by phil and not by wilbur, in a way he is actually very awed by wilbur as well. but the reaction is different because in actuality, the consil as a figure is almost as revered as the king himself. as has been said before, the consil is the second most powerful person in the kingdom (and in some ways is the most powerful). phil is awe-worthy because of his position, yes. however, information about who phil is as a person is rare and hard to come by, and while other nobles have likely heard mention of the fact that he has a son, the general public knows next to nothing about the consil other than that his name is phil-something. tommy is from a noble family, so he has heard that the consil has a son, but that's it. for tommy to see such a powerful figure and then find out his kid is only a little bit older than tommy himself makes tommy very interested in what wilbur's deal is.

thanks I was proud of the two animals description lol. I think it perfectly describes the situation they're both in and the way wilbur feels about tommy.

oh yeah phil knew wilbur was going to want to go talk to his bestie so he circumvented that before he could even take one step forward

leaving the reasoning for why wilbur described phil's voice as strangely gentle up to interpretation for you guys :)

it's such a small moment of disappointment but it hits wilbur so hard. he's letting his childishness get the better of him even though phil knows he can be better than this. wilbur doesn't yet understand why he needs to play nice with tommy, and while phil knows he's young and he'll learn with time, he still wishes his son would catch up just a bit quicker

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 2

[peoples-problem]

SBI AU bc my brain went brrr

//CW : mentions of kidnap, fighting ring, killing

Wilbur lived under a depressed family for the first years of his life, it was kind of hard but you can't blame them, not when your twin disappeared in the middle of the night as if the darkness had swallowed him so that he never appears again. It got better, with the years, his family never stopped looking but as time went on, they learned to move on, grief and accept that he might never come back, even if they all felt like he was still alive, somewhere.

When he turns 30 he becomes the youngest president of the country.

Tommy was 11 when his parents were killed in a dark hallway. The police took him right into the foster system where he ran away 4 years later. He met Wilbur like a year later, he went to get food at the University cafeteria because it was cheaper there and Wilbur invited him a sandwich, he then rambled about how he was going to become president for an hour under the surprising interest of Tommy. They met each other a few more times before Wilbur started actively looking for him, inviting him food and becoming friends (it was weird, at first, he being 29 and his best friend was barely 16 but it felt right). Tommy didn’t even mention his lack of a family or home but it was never necessary.

Tommy met Phil not long after, when it started snowing on a particularly cold day (It was the first time that it snowed in 30 years) and Wilbur offered him a place to stay and never left since then, getting adoption papers as a birthday gift. When Wilbur finally became president, he got to be the youngest vice-president (he was not actually, you have to be +30 to be in that charge and he was barely 18 but Wilbur told him he was so he could be happy)

Phil never got better after one of his twins disappeared, he tried to move sky and earth to find him but it was never enough. He slowed down when he realized he was losing his other kid while his attention was on finding him. As years passes, Kristin and him never tried to get another kid, they still felt like they had a lot more of love to give but fostering meant letting go of a child eventually and that felt like the disappearance of his son again, and looking for adoption was like going into a degrading supermarket of people that made them feel sick the second he even though about it. Keeping Tommy was an immediate consensus, having him return the light that was missing in the house and, although he never took the place of his lost son, he helped to close the wound a little more.

Techno was kidnaped from his house when he was barely 1 year old to be used as a fighter in a clandestine ring that got dismantled 17 years after that.

The first 5 years, Techno grew under one of the directors' care until he was able to raise a knife, then they spended 2 more years training him to be the fighter they needed and wanted and, finally, the other 10 years fighting as if he was in hell.

When he got out, the police left him in a refugee house. He thought that the director was his father and he was 18 so they didn't even try to look for his real family.

He learned how to be a normal person, an average member of the society, and got himself a little restaurant (cooking was the best part of his day in the ring, he started to think of it as secure because, since he started doing the food, they started to slow down with the fights and respect him)

Techno hated the new president, he hated politics and government in general since forever but he specifically hated this one, no one even knew how he got to be there in the first place. He hates him even more when a Google review of his restaurant reads "The owner is really sweet, he came to ask if everything was ok, he looks just like the president Wilbur Soot" and, ever since then, his employers started making fun of him, even posting memes about it in the restaurant social media that, casually, ended up in the self proclaimed 18 year old ‘vice president’, who presented himself with a annoying and Karen-like "Do you know who I am?" in his restaurant a few days after that.

Although, maybe the blond liked him (or the food they offered) because he invited him to be part of the president's birthday catering. He almost declines but the pay was good and it probably will be good propaganda for his business so he accepted.

The president's father was the one contacting him, asking for an appointment to talk about prices, dishes, number of people, availability of staff and others.

“You do look like my son” Was the first thing he mentioned, eyes softening and every other part of his body stopping in shock “how old did you say you are?”

“30.” He responded, a little bit uncomfortable, the ‘I think’ he used to say stays with him, he never knew when his birthday was (He only knew when he grow up when he changed categories, fighting always people his age), he learned about the celebration people do for them when he got out of the ring, but he wasn’t going to trauma dump on this random guy ‘What where you looking for, exactly?’ He changed the topic instead.

The party was something actually simple and small, in the presidential house with only his parents, partner, kid and the blond ‘vice-president’ (Techno suspected that maybe it was his brother or something) so he just bought 2 assistants.

When the cake came, all 3 of them served the table and Techno turned the candle on. He decided on staying in the room instead of going back to the kitchen, being able to listen to the barely audible little whisper of the president before blowing ‘Happy birthday, Protesilaus’, making his parents hug each other a little bit stronger. Who the fuck was that? Techno asked Wilbur's girlfriend, Sally, when she went to the kitchen to ask for some ice a couple of minutes after the cake had been cut and served, Techno hiding in the kitchen once again.

“He was Wilbur’s twin, he disappeared one night when he was a baby and they never found him” Was her simple answer, leaving the room with the thing she came looking for.

After the party, Technoblade had a thousand questions in his head, not about the president, but about himself. Maybe they were powered by the fact that he didn’t want the monster that ruined his childhood to be his own blood, but also because he was ignoring way too many questions about himself just to not think about it: When was his birthday, who was his mother and where was she, why was he more similar to the Soot’s than his alleged father. So, he did what he never thought he was going to do, something his therapists and psychiatrists told him to do, something he procrastinated for 13 years. He went to prison.

It took him a week of no sleep to gain the strength to go but, at the end, he preferred with all his might the explanation that he was kidnapped rather than being the son of that creature from hell.

Or that’s what he thought until he was face to face with one of the worst people he met in his life and he started to laugh because “Did you really believe that you could be my son? Or that I could have a son at all? Children are so naive”

It was a relief, that much is true, but at the same time it took all his inner power to not punch him right in the face, just how he taught him to do to other kids.

He broke down the second he was outside. He was relieved, he was confused, he was mad, but, most importantly, he felt stupid.

In between this sea of thoughts and emotions that surrounded him, he ended up calling Phil. The guy seemed equally confused and worried but did all he could to calm him down, it was like if it was natural to him, like if he was talking with one of his kids and that just made him feel even worse. Phil went out of his way completely, reaching the point of going to look for him where he was even if he didn’t tell him the reason for this attack and take him to the restaurant, which was closed at that time.

When his breathing got steady and he received the comfort of his favorite place, taking some water that Phil handed him, he told the other what had happened.

“I grew up in a clandestine fighting ring, I’ve been there all my life so I thought one of the owners was my father. Today and after 13 years, I visited the guy and he just laughed at my face telling me that I wasn’t, I just had been kidnapped when I was 1 year” He confessed, voice filled with utter defeat and shame.

“I can see why it was so hard for you, I can't even imagine what you are going through” Phil said instead of judging him, giving something that nobody ever gave him: support and love in the shape of some pats on his back. He accepted it all greedily before asking the next question.

“Is there a possibility that I'm yours?” He asked when he gathered enough strength to break away from the warmth that the hug was giving him ”How did Wilbur said he was called?” He murmured.

“Protesilaus?” Phil asked, his eyes opened like plates, a shred of hope passing through them. Techno didn't had the energy to say anymore so he just nodded “Would you be interested in doing a DNA test? Right now?” He added excitedly, this being the first time that had some path to follow, some possibility of being close to his missing son.

And so, they looked for the closer forensic laboratory where they performed DNA tests and followed all the instructions. Once all was over, Techno went to Phil's house, they talked to his wife and he stayed for dinner.

They came back to the lab 8 days later, after one of the specialists called because they had the results.

And that day, after 30 years, a son looked at his real father as such and a father hugged his son and cried together.

#This was just an idea idk how it ended up like this #tommy innit #dream smp #dreamsmp #wilbursoot #mcyttwt #philza #philza minecraft #sbi #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sally the salmon #I might expand it in a longer thing #fanfic

[mcmactictac]

I cannot stop thinking about that Wilbur lore stream. I have so many thoughts I can’t even begin to filter them. It has consumed all of my thoughts. I’ve never felt so validated that my read of c!wilbur is right. Absolutely devastating. Showstopping. Incredible. Fantastic acting on both of their parts. The way that Wilbur did what had to be done, he provided closure, he ended the chase of the discs but he also knew what they meant to tommy. And he wouldn’t destroy the actual ones like he might have before. He’s freed Tommy but not at the cost of his own happiness. It’s confirmed what I already knew to be true, that the two of them would give up everything for each other. He’s so smart. The way he clearly wants to physically destroy dream over and over but he knows he can’t, he doesn’t have the ability to do that and so he uses his brain. He calls dreams bluff. He uses his ability to sense those weakness’s in others to HELP tommy. And he got some closure for himself too. They’re both free. This stream is unparalleled. Unmatched. Wilbur has such an incredible understanding of the heart and passion that drew everyone into the story In the first place and he proves it everytime he plans out lore. And the way it happened just after fundy too? Wilbur who just lost his son who jumped off a bridge to get away from him, hearing his baby brother say it out loud. The impact of tommy actually saying it. Not hinted, not implied. Of him admitting “this is where I went to kill myself.” The exile arc is full of subtle mentions of it might be the end soon, or I don’t know how much longer I can do this. But this is the first time tommy says it. And hearing him say it out loud makes it hit so much harder. The way he’s finally honest, not joining around or moving past things. The authenticity in his voice on the “until i broke”. The way you can see the look on Wilbur’s face when he realizes. The way Tommy still thinks finding Dream is a distraction from fundy when wilbur is so clearly doing it all for him. The fucking anguish when he gives the discs to dream and wilbur makes him burn them. “You betrayed me AGAIN.” The silence when tommy realizes the truth of what wilbur has done. How he’s managed to free them both from dreams control, how he has no power over either of them anymore. Wilbur did what no one else ever could. And when he thought he’d lost it all again, made a huge mistake, been betrayed one more time. You can see him blaming himself for trusting wilbur again. And then he realizes that for once, someone stayed by his side. Didn’t betray him. Didn’t leave him. Solved his problem, and was worthy of his trust. They love each other so fucking much. The way Tommy instantly goes to shield wilbur in the prison. That urge to protect and take care of him the same way wilbur always does for tommy. God they’re so special and perfect I could go on for hours

#dsmp #Tommyinnit #Tommyinnit exile #Wilbur soot #crimeboys #c! wilbur #c!tommy #c!crimeboys #i have always been a c!wilbur defender I’ve said he’s fucked up but he’s never wanted to be an inherently bad person #he still cares about tommy so much #they’re flawed and they’re broken but they’re family and they’re free and and and #I’m a wreck

[chaolie]

Fundy Week, Day 5 - Rivier/Sea

...Yeah, this is a little late... but in my defense, I was very busy learning how to lockpick? Except I still can't do it. But hey, does that really matter? At least I had fun AND I finished another thing for @fundyfiles' event! You can also read this one on my Ao3, of course!

Oh also remember, the memories of Fundy's childhood aren't in order, so Sally is present and okay in this chapter! The parts with Yogurt are, though, so now they're in LN!

[Last chapter] [Next chapter] <- Not yet

Words: 2.2k

Characters: Fundy, Wilbur, Sally, Yogurt

Summary: Fundy and Wilbur build a raft so that they can greet Sally just as her ship gets closer to the shore, and the fox kit finally understands why his mother loves the sea so much. Yogurt can't seem to comprehend the "big, salty lake", not to mention the idea of building something over it. Won't it sink? Fundy decides that building a tiny raft is the best way to prove that some things can float.

“Can you pass me some string?” Wilbur held his hand out.

“Yeah!” Fundy nodded, running over to the bag they brought and searching it for the item. He quickly retrieved it and carried it over to his father.

“Perfect!” the man hummed, using it to secure the wood. “Now we just need a few more planks and we can test it!” he promised.

Fundy couldn’t help but feel excited as he ran over to the pile of wood they collected, they could test it in a moment! He made sure to pick out the longest, most sturdy-looking planks he could find and dragged them over to Wilbur’s side. His father smiled and helped him to set them down before taking one of them and putting it on top of their contraption.

“Alright, can you hold it down here?”

They were building a raft, and so far it seemed very fun.

A raft seemed like the perfect way of greeting Sally when she came back from another sail out into the sea. They’d just get onto their little “ship” and slowly drift down the river until they reach the open waters, and then greet her even before she gets to land! It seemed like the ideal plan, and Fundy couldn’t wait for it to truly start.

“...I think we’re done here!” Wilbur announced. He carefully pushed up the raft and turned it over before moving it to the river. “Do you want to test it first?”

“Yeah!” Fundy nodded, and if his father didn’t catch him in time, he would’ve jumped onto it.

“Hey, hey, we need to be careful. No jumping, okay?” the man warned. Fundy’s face scrunched up into an annoyed frown, but he still nodded. “Thank you,” Wilbur smiled again, and gently placed him on the raft. “Does it seem sturdy to you?”

“Yeah!” Fundy confirmed with a nod. To prove that, he decided to stomp on it a couple of times.

“No-” Wilbur gasped, but the raft didn’t break into pieces from that. He breathed a sigh of relief. “...Okay. Looks like it’s sturdy. Move over, I’ll try to get on, too.”

After grabbing the paddles they prepared before making the raft, Wilbur carefully climbed over onto the wood. While it seemed to dent slightly under his weight, it stayed together and continued to float. Slowly, the man made himself more comfortable, and then rested one of the paddles against the sand.

“Is my little champion ready to sail?” he asked. Fundy nodded with a grin and grabbed onto the paddle as well.

“Ready!”

“Alright, we’re pushing at three. One, two… three!”

On count, they used the paddle to push themselves further from land, so that the current of the river would start to slowly carry them in the right direction. The sudden motion rocked the raft quite a bit and splashed some water onto them, but it was still not enough to break it apart. That fact didn’t stop Wilbur from grabbing his son just in case, the last thing he wanted was for the fox kit to fall out or something- As Fundy giggled to himself and tried to get out of his father’s grasp to walk closer to the edge, it became very apparent that he trusted their little invention to stay afloat much more.

The trouble started only when they reached the sea.

It wasn’t immediately obvious, but the further from land they got, the bigger the waves were. They rocked their little raft, splashed salty water on them, made it harder to stay reasonably close to the beach… And to Wilbur’s dismay, he heard the wood start to creak dangerously. He looked back at the land, wondering if they’d be able to paddle back to it or if they’d need to swim- If Fundy could even swim that far, that was. When he turned back to face the open sea, the wave in front of them seemed higher than any other one.

“Oh sh-” he stopped himself from swearing and grabbed his son. He lifted him up just in case their raft was about to break from the impact, but it didn’t. It got absolutely soaked, though. At first, Fundy giggled.

“...It’s wet?” he noticed suddenly. Just as if to answer him, another wave hit their raft, and more water spilled over their ‘deck’. It also washed away their paddle, and now even the fox kit seemed uneasy.

“I’m sure it’s fine!” Wilbur was quick to reassure him. “A little bit of water never hurt anyone, right?”

“...Yeah!” Fundy nodded, and a grin returned to his face. Wilbur looked back at the land again, trying to figure out what was the safest way to it- “Dad, look!” Fundy squealed suddenly.

Wilbur looked, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

A ship just appeared from behind a part of the land that previously hid it, and they both easily recognized it as the one Sally was supposed to be on. Fundy started to flail his arms in order to get its attention, so Wilbur held him up higher and enjoyed the comfort that came with the realization that they wouldn’t need to swim. As if to make that feeling even stronger on purpose, someone on the ship’s deck pushed a small rowboat into the water and jumped into it. A very familiar woman with long, red hair.

“Mum!” Fundy called out to her, and she waved in their direction. Before they knew it, she was almost next to them.

“What are you two doing out here?” she asked with a confused smile on her face.

“Well, we wanted to greet you, so we built this raft!” Wilbur explained.

“Oh wow, you two made it? It’s… great,” Sally said, glancing down at their contraption.

“Yeah!” Fundy nodded. If Wilbur wasn’t still holding him up, he probably would’ve noticed that the raft was partially submerged already. 

“Do you want to go on the bigger boat?” Sally offered, patting the side of her rowboat. She was so close that the raft seemed almost within her reach.

“That’s a great idea!” Wilbur nodded stiffly. He moved ever so slightly in her direction and held Fundy out. Sally gently took the fox kit out of his hands and set him down in her boat.

“Here, make yourself comfortable,” she smiled before holding her hand out for Wilbur. The man was quick to grab it, and by the time she pulled him closer to the rowboat and tried to get him on board too, the raft already disappeared beneath the waves.

“Oohh, it’s cold,” Wilbur shivered, but with Sally’s help, the water never reached past his hips. The woman stifled a laugh.

“It is,” she agreed. “That’s how the sea usually is. I’m impressed you two went so far out,” she added with a nod. 

“We didn’t plan to,” Wilbur admitted, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

“But the raft was good!” Fundy chimed in, and both of his parents spared a look at where it was floating just moments ago.

“...I’m sure it was,” Sally answered after the short pause. “Now, who wants to help me row this boat? We won’t get to land by just talking here.”

Silently, Wilbur took one of the paddles in the boat and turned to face the land. The faster they’d reach it, the better.

***

Fundy… expected this, sure, but not to that extent!

It’s been at least 10 minutes since he and Yogurt got to the coast of Las Nevadas and stopped by the sea, and his son still hadn’t stopped staring at the water. Fundy tried to be patient, give the fox kit enough time to comprehend the sight, and realize it was really close to the lake they lived by, just… bigger, saltier, and with waves. Now he was starting to think that Yogurt just wouldn’t arrive at that conclusion anytime soon.

“...So,” he broke the silence, and the fox kit seemed almost-startled. “I was thinking, we can build a yacht here! Then we could just live in it. Wouldn’t that be fun?” he asked. Yogurt stayed quiet for a moment, and Fundy noticed him sneaking a couple more glances at the water.

“...Yacht?” he repeated after a moment.

“Yeah, a yacht! It’s like a boat, but bigger! And not… the kind of boat you’re thinking about. Not the- the ones we make from just five planks, but it works even better!” he explained. “So we’d just make a yacht right there, and-” he motioned briefly to the deeper part of the water, and his son looked shocked.

“No!” he interrupted. He seemed to be looking for the right way to get his point across, so Fundy didn’t question his reaction out loud just yet. Eventually, the fox kit grabbed a fistful of sand, walked over to the water, and dropped it. Unsurprisingly, it sank.

“Oh. Oh, no, no, a yacht won’t sink like that!” Fundy assured. “Not everything sinks! Remember when we swam in the lake by our cottage? We didn’t sink!” he pointed out. For a split second, Yogurt seemed convinced. Then, he seemed even more confused.

“...Yacht… legs?” he asked. Right. When they were swimming in the lake, they had to swim. Fundy sighed, and accepted that it was on him for picking that as his example.

“No,” he clarified. “Yachts don’t have legs, because they don’t swim. They float,” he explained. The fox kit was quick to counter him by putting another fistful of sand into the water to prove that things didn’t just float. “Yeah, but-” Fundy paused. “...You know what? Why don’t I just show you? Come on!”

The fox hybrid got up from the sand and gestured for the fox kit to follow him as he started the climb up the steep, sandy hill to where they left their things. He made sure to keep an eye on his son while they climbed, he didn’t want him to just slip and fall back down… With how Yogurt decided that the best way to climb was to use his hands as well, that didn’t seem to be an issue, though. Before they knew it, they reached the top and stopped by the chests with the things they brought.

“Alright, we’ll need some wood, string, a couple of sticks…” Fundy named, opening the first chest and searching it for the items.

While it took looking through almost all of the chests, he finally managed to gather everything he needed and brought it back down to the beach, all while Yogurt followed him around, confused yet undeniably curious. In the meantime, the older fox hybrid did his best to remember how exactly he and his father built their little raft all those years ago. The memory was a bit foggy, and he couldn’t quite tell how much of it was influenced by his imagination, but he was pretty sure he managed to recall all the basics. A good start, and it had to be enough.

“Okay, so,” he clapped his hands together and proudly looked at everything he gathered. “Now, we’re going to build a raft! It’s not a boat, but I promise, it’ll float!” he explained before he grabbed some wood and started to lay it out in the right shape. Curiously, Yogurt moved closer to see better. “Do you want to help?”

“...Yeah!” the fox kit nodded after a moment of consideration. Fundy placed a plank in front of him.

“Hold it down while I tie it to the wood, okay? We’ll need to do that a few times,” he explained, and Yogurt carefully put some weight on the plank. “Yeah, just like that!”

A couple layers of wood later, the raft looked sturdy enough to go on the water. Just in case, Fundy still secured it with a bit more string and double-checked every important part, but it honestly seemed finished. Yogurt was starting to grow a bit impatient to see the results of their work, too, so he decided to stop wasting time and test it out for the first time. He sat down, rolled up his pants, and walked into the water. He confidently grabbed the raft and flipped it over before pulling it into the sea, too, moving it just a few steps away from the land.

Yogurt already seemed amazed by the sight.

“See? It floats!” Fundy exclaimed triumphantly, and patted it a few times. It rocked a bit, but stayed afloat, and his son nodded slowly. “And you wanna see the best part?”

“Yeah!” Yogurt agreed, and Fundy walked back to the land and motioned for him to come closer. The second he was within reach, Fundy picked him up.

“It still floats…” he started while he carried Yogurt over to the raft, the fox kit giggling quietly in his arms. “...When someone’s on it!” he finished, placing him down.

“Whoa…” he said quietly, looking around as if to check if the raft wasn’t secretly connected to anything. Fundy stayed in the water and held it in place to make sure it didn’t float too far out, but other than that, it only made contact with the sea.

“...So, about that yacht…” his dad said eventually, getting Yogurt's attention again. “Would you like to live in a giant floating house?”

“Yeah!” he nodded swiftly, and Fundy smiled. He had a feeling that the raft would be the best way to explain the idea.

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