#i love dadza

[quackburtism]

tallulah wrote a letter to philza, talking about how she feels about wilbur. she knows he’s busy and she doesn’t blame him for that and knows he will eventually come back, just not soon. she also talked how frustrating it becomes to hear that he will “come soon” when that hasn’t happened.

after reading the letter, philza reassured tallulah and tallulah asked him if he could consider her as his daughter until wilbur comes back. which he said yes and that he, in fact, considered her his daughter from the start. :(<3

this is HUGE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT for tallulah. since wilbur left she’s been feeling lonely and depressed, there were even times she wouldn’t get up from bed because she was sad. and now she’s allowing herself to be loved :(

#TALLULAH :((( #i love tallulah sm you have no idea #i’m so happy for her #DADZA IS THE BEST :( #tallulah is the absolute best #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp liveblog #live blogging #qsmp

[tharett]

Recuerdan esto??

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Remember this??

They have been upgraded 😼

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Fueron mejorados 😼

#chayanne the egg #philza #philza minecraft #philza qsmp #qsmp art #qsmp chayanne #qsmp eggs #chayanne fanart #dadza philza #tallulah fanart #tallulah the egg #tallulah soot #qsmp tallulah #chayanne and tallulah #chayanne my beloved #tallulah my beloved #look at them #i love them #qsmp missa #missasinfonia

[planty-witch]

He’s so dadcoded.

#qsmp philza #philza minecraft #philza fanart #philza mcyt #dadza philza #dsmp #dsmp fanart #cphilza #q philza #qsmp fanart #qsmp #dadza #ph1lza #I was trying some new stuff #style and clipping masks and I love how it looks #digital art #system related #art #fanart #digitalart #procreate

[comfymoth]

I’m sure no one has ever drawn cWilbur as anything Frankenstein’s monster-adjacent, wouldn’t it be cool if you were the first? (This is a joke statement, but a true doodle suggestion)

whoa y’know that’s so crazy but Such a good idea! i think tommy and phil are out for the day here, so he’s gotta do his own repairs

#dream smp #wilbur soot #okay but i LOVE frankenbur sm i just think it's a fun silly concept #i used to have a silly little au about mad scientist dadza and little frankenbur... i tried to write smthn for it back when i used to like #actually write more. and i still remember the first line was #'wilbur soot was born at three years old. a little older than most boys but a perfectly good age to be born at' #because i thought it was HYSTERICAL and i just want 2 share that all with u #my art #Halloween Tag

[jojopretzalt]

had a dream last night that my best friend couldn’t hang out with me cause she had other things to do but she was like “i can’t leave you alone because i know you get sad so i asked someone to hang out with you” and it was fucking Philza Minecraft

he showed up at my house and helped me make pasta and just talked with me as we made noodles

#i don’t even watch philza anymore #love him i just don’t have time #when the dadza is more comforting than the real dad #philza minecraft #the beloved #he talked about his wife a lot it was really precious #kisses kristin we love you

[lunaeclipse1057-ao3]

"I'm putting my foot down, Tallulah, stop running. Other people love you and care for you, so stop going off to try and find Dapper without having a plan. When you're with other people, you're safer, stop running away."

DADZA SPITTING FACTS

#qsmp #liveblogging #live blogging #qsmp liveblog #qsmp lore #q philza #q tallulah #He's being dadza again #And I love him

[lilyminer]

Someone needs to study the phenomenon of me seeing any given picture of Philza irl and immediately wanting to hug him so bad I could throw myself through the screen.

. . . If it doesn’t say something about the effect Philza has on people it at least says something about whatever the hell’s wrong with me!

#philza #mcyt philza #minecraft youtuber #Qsmp #dsmp #dadza #teddy bear man #I think a single hug would wash all my problems away #sure I love me a internet dad figure but this is crazy

[mvffinhamster]

something something about that a flock of crows are called a murder of crows actually

something about a murder of crows ready to murder the federation to free philza

something about philza being the angel of death, the leader of crows, also ready to murder the feds

something about phil being freed by the huge murder of crows, committing war crimes for their dad

#qsmp #listen i am fucked in the head and i won’t deny it #i love the fact that it’s a ‘murder of crows’ #it sounds so dope #philza minecraft the leader of crows the angel of death #the feds are not prepared for our revenge #our name is The Crows you took our dadza prepare to die

[the-day-would-soon-follow]

I LOVE MY PARENTS!

#I love them dearly. #jay speaks #mcyt #dsmp #philza #mumza #dadza #wilbur soot factive #mcyt factive #dsmp factive #sleepy bois inc

[midnightmarev]

AU where human Phil lives on the outskirts of a forest. He has a nice little cottage and a large vegetable garden. He's living his best life, honestly. Far away from the battlefield.

One day, while he's walking in the forest looking for mushrooms and roots, he hears crying. More specifically, a baby crying. That's never good. So, he follows the sound, hurrying as best he can.

Soon enough, he finds the baby. There's blood spattered on the blanket it's wrapped in, but no body. Not a good sign. Phil carefully picks the child up, rocking it gently to calm it, humming softly. Someone must have left it here to protect it, that's the only reason Phil can think of, with the blood spattered on the blanket but no body in sight. They would've left the child here and gone someplace else to lead whoever was pursuing them away.

It breaks Phil's heart to think about, but he knows the world they live in. It's unforgiving, ruthless, cruel. Especially to those deemed wrong in the eyes of humanity. Because it's obvious this child got that sentence with its pink hair. Poor kid.

Phil takes the kid back to his cottage, poor thing must be hungry and tired. He bathes the kid, a boy, to get the dirt and grime of the forest off him. The kid has beautiful red eyes that shimmer in the light.

Phil washes the boy's blanket, noticing a word in another language. It shimmers and before his eyes, changes into a word Phil can read.

Techno.

The boy's name.

Phil can feel the power in the name. But honestly? Phil doesn't care. It's a baby. An innocent being. No one should hold power over him, only show him love. And Phil does just that. He doesn't care what species Techno might be because right now he's just a baby in need of a caretaker.

Little Techno gets cleaned, fed, and wrapped in warm blankets. He's soon out like a light.

Making sure Techno is completely safe, Phil heads out into the forest to look for whoever left Techno there. Look for Techno's family. It was clear, the kid was loved and cared for, if his blanket was any indication.

In the end, he finds nothing. Well, no one. He does find blood. And a bow with some scattered arrows. Someone was hunting, and the hunted was putting up a fight.

This was exactly why Phil moved out here, he get away from the violence and bloodshed. But Phil couldn't turn a blind eye to this. It was too close to his home, and a baby was involved and in danger. And it makes Phil's blood fucking boil.

He returns home well past dark. Techno is still asleep, thank the stars. Phil is exhausted and goes to bed after making sure the kid is comfortable.

The next few days go much the same; Phil takes care of Techno, makes sure he's healthy, happy, and above all, safe. Whenever he's asleep, Phil goes out to search for his family, always without luck. He visits where he found Techno multiple times a day, just in case, but he's starting to lose hope. Maybe whoever loves Techno is dead.

After a week, Phil has accepted that Techno might have no one else anymore. He's stopped going out, giving his full attention to Techno, the boy deserves the world. He's even made the kid clothes! And constructed a crib. And made toys.

On day 11, the sun is shining from a cloudless sky. Phil just finished lunch with Techno, burping him. Suddenly, everything goes dark. Phil does his best to hold Techno protectively, but as the dark surrounds them, there's no easy way to do that. Just as sudden as it appeared, the dark goes away and they're back in the middle of Phil's living room. Everything went back to normal. Well, except for one thing.

In front of him stands a pissed-off woman with dark hair that has a purple shine to it swirling around her head as if wind is playing with it. Her dark purple eyes stare daggers into Phil, and he has no doubt that she will tear him limb from limb.

She takes a step toward Phil and he takes one back, away from her, shielding Techno from her. That makes her look even angrier, however, and she takes another, this time wobbly, step. And falls to the floor.

Phil is fucking scared, but this woman is also drained of energy. She must've spent so much on whatever magic brought her here. Phil doesn't really know what to do. On one hand, she basically teleported herself into his house looking mad as all hell and is super terrifying. On the other, she needs help, that much is clear, and Phil has always been one to help others.

So, for better or for worse, he slowly puts Techno down in the little play area Phil made for him, and goes to help the woman. She, naturally, sneers at him.

"Hey, easy there, I'm not gonna hurt you, mate, just wanna help, okay?" Phil tries, extending his hands to help her up. She, thankfully, accepts, and he carefully helps her to the couch, sitting her down.

She breathes heavily, trying to regain some energy. Techno makes a noise and she looks up quickly. She spots the boy and goes completely silent, not even her breathing being audible. Techno also looks at her and after a few moments of silence, starts babbling happily, making grabby hands for her.

"Techno…" the woman whispers softly. "My baby…" She tries to stand up but fails. Phil makes sure she stays on the couch, looking between the boy and the woman.

"Is… are you his mother?" Phil asks gently, to which she nods, smiling softly as she looks at her son with such love. "I was out looking for you, for anyone of his family, but I only found blood and discarded weapons. I'd started fearing the worst."

The woman looks up at Phil in surprise. "You took care of him?" Phil nods. "Why?"

"He's just a baby. A child. He's innocent, he's done nothing but be born, something he has no control over. No one should get to decide that just because he is not entirely human or human-looking, he should die. It's just wrong," Phil explains. "And I have a soft spot for kids," he adds, making the woman chuckle slightly.

"Thank you," she breathes out, sincerity heavy in her tired voice. "I don't know what I would've done if I lost him. No, actually, I do. I would tear the world asunder, both the mortal and my realm. I'm a fae, Techno's my little fledgeling, born from my magic," she explains at Phil's confused expression.

"You know, I had an inkling he was of fae origin," Phil smiles lightly. His expression returns to serious. "What happened? What separated you two? You're clearly capable of some serious and powerful magic, so what happened?"

The woman sighs deeply, looking down at her scarred hands. "I'm, well, I'm one of the more powerful fae. Having Techno, took a lot out of me, but I don't regret it," she says fiercely, Phil doesn't doubt her one bit. "There was… a power struggle, in our realm, to put it lightly. Power-hungry fae took advantage of my weakened state. I had to leave, I wouldn't be able to protect us both if I didn't."

"So you went here," Phil continued for her softly. "While you may be weaker in our realm, so are they."

The woman nods. "Exactly. And then humans spotted us. Shot at us with their pitiful bows and arrows. One hit me, though. I had to leave Techno to protect him. I was bleeding and it would lead them to us eventually with me unable to heal. So I lead them far away from my baby." She looks away in shame. "I had to return to our realm to heal, I was too weak to even put a protective glamour on him. When I returned after having healed and regained a lot of my energy, he was gone. I was so scared something had happened to him. I called upon ancient fae magic to bring me to wherever my son might be." She looks up and smirks slightly. "I'm not one of the most powerful fae for nothing."

She's really something else, Phil thinks. "How would you like a helping hand?" he hears himself offer. "I might just be human, but they endangered a kid, so now I'm pissed. Even if all I can do is look after Techno for you while you regain your energy to fuck those assholes up, then it would be my pleasure."

She looks at him thoughtfully, searching for any sign of deceit of which she finds none. "What is your name?"

And Phil knows. He knows the basic fae rules. If a fae asks for your name, you don't give it to them. But she's not asking for his name, just what it is. She doesn't want control over him, to make him hers. in that way. And so, Phil tells her. "My name is Philza. But you can just call me Phil."

She smiles. "Hello, Philza Phil. My name, is Kristin."

#they fall in love #yadda yadda ya #Phil helps Kristin kick the crap outta the power-hungry fae that came after Kristin #a fae that is a threat to both fae and humans alike #mcyt #au #parentsduo #emerald duo #philza minecraft #technoblade #misstrixtin #babyblade #dadza #i forgot how to do tags #this is just as bad as on ao3 /j

[dying-acc-idk-man]

that post of “married mcytber men are oddly more homo to their pals” made me realize phil is da super straight tm

edit: mcyum doesnt count when he got rejected

#unless i dont see clips. though regardless we love our dadza amirite guys #dingus.txt

[tylernolbottle]

Messing with shapes

#I love that c!phil is confirmed old as fu//ck #dsmp #dsmp art #dream smp #dream smp art #dsmpblr #technoblade art #tommyinnit #eyestrain #technoblade #technoblr #emerald duo #philza #philza minecraft #dadza #wilbur soot art #wilbur soot #philza art #tommyinnit art #dsmp tommy #dsmp tubbo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp technoblade #dsmp philza #tubbo art #tubbo underscore #ranboo #ranboolive #allium duo

[kvaughanarts]

Did you know that you’re my favorite, bird man?

#men only want one thing #and its a set of kickass wings and a baller outfit #and theyre so real for that #mcyt #fanart #my art #Philza #ah dadza my beloved #seriously the best #i wear his merch with pride and there’s nothing you can do to stop me #the amount of times I’ve considered making an animatic to ‘dentist’ from LSOH based on that one Wilbur bit is ridiculous #it would be so much time and energy for a stupid bit #but i would love it #so is it truly a loss

[froggersswamp]

Philza again proving himself as the best parent

#qsmp #HE BUILT CHAYANNE A GAMING ROOM AND MADE HIS HOUSE EXTREMLY SAFE #I LOVE U DADZA AND DADSSA

[formercreepypastakid]

The Botanist and The Preistess

Summary

Tucked between the small houses of the poor side of the capital there is a little shop. From the outside, it looks like a common house save from the big glass on the front; on the inside the walls are full of hanging herbs, flowers and other plants.

On the other side of the counter, stands a man with a kind smile who's always ready to make some small talk and offer some kind words. That and the sweet smell of the herbs, made a certain pigling hybrid certain that that was the perfect place to take his sick brother.

Author's notes

Happy new Year! Have this one shot as a treat!

If you want to make a similar AU, inspired by this one, feel free as long as you credit me.

Much love,

formercreepypastakid (aka Bela)

The botanist and the preistess

Tucked between the small houses of the poor side of the capital there is a little shop. From the outside, it looks like a common house save from the big glass on the front; on the inside the walls are full of hanging herbs, flowers and other plants.

On the other side of the counter, stands a man with a kind smile who's always ready to make some small talk and offer some kind words. That and the sweet smell of the herbs, made a certain pigling hybrid certain that that was the perfect place to take his sick brother.

Phil was humming a cheerful tone under his breath, turned away from the door, when the bell above the door dingled. "Good morning!" He said automatically. "I'll be with you in a moment!"

"Sir…" sounded a small voice, hesitant, as if the kid was still learning to speak. "My brother is ill."

The botanist turned around instantly and he had to lean over the counter to see the two little things that had entered his shop. The taller one was about the same height as a ten year old, but knowing Piglin anatomy, Phil could tell he was older than that; he carried a smaller one on his back, about the same age, but looking terribly ill.

"Oh goddess." Phil gasped, the kid flinched slightly. "Come here, quick, he doesn't look well." Rushed the botanist, raising the entrance to the counter and guiding the boys through the backdoor that led to the working space.

The taller kid sat his brother down on the chair Phil led him to, but refused to let go of his hand as the botanist hurried around the room to gather the needed things.

"Okay… I need to know a few things before I help, can you answer me some questions." He asked, pulling another chair and sitting in front of the kids.

The kid pondered for a few seconds, looking at his sleeping brother, then he nodded.

"Okay, What’s yours and your brother's names?" Asked Phil

"Technoblade." Said the kid pointing at himself. "Wilbur." he pointed at his brother.

"Okay, now how old are you both?" The botanist asked again.

"Twelve, twins." Technoblade answered, eyeing his twin. “Please, he’s very cold.”

"Alright., don’t worry, I'll be quick." The Botanist seemed to sign in relief, then he stood up, picking up the herbs he had separated and starting to crunch them.

Technoblade looked over at the cauldron bubbling in the corner with mild suspicion. He wanted to go check on it, and look what herbs The Botanist was using, but he also didn’t want to let go of Wilbur's hand. "Name?" He asked instead. He was glad the lady from the temple had allowed him to borrow books during the last month, it would have been a pain to not know any common now.

"Oh! Sorry mate, I haven't introduced myself." Said The Botanist without turning his gaze away from the herbs; "My name is Philza. You did great by coming here, your brother isn't in any immediate danger, but he sure must be in some pain. This potion will help him recover in no time!" He threw the grounded herbs into the cauldron and a sweet smell spreaded through the room.

Wilbur inhaled sharply by Techno’s side, like simply smelling the potion was already relieving his pain. The man turned back to Techno with a kind smile.

“I have no… pay…” Techno said, shyly. They had already used the little gold they had; turns out it wasn’t that valuable outside the nether.

“Pay? Oh there is no need to pay.” Philza sounded so sure that Techno had no courage to retort, after all, the lady from the temple told them to come here, she wouldn't have sent them unless she knew that it would be fine not to pay, right?

“Alright…” Technoblade said.

The botanist made Wilbur swallow the sweet-smelling liquid, then carried him to a room upstairs and laid him on the big bed saying; “There, you two can rest while I make some food.” And Technoblade hoped with all his being that the man was actually safe, because he was so tired that he laid beside Wilbur and fell asleep almost instantly.

Philza made potato stew for the twin hybrids resting in his room, then he got some cough syrup from his storage and set it all aside, wondering if there was anything else he could make.

Through the years, many children had stepped in his shop, some in ragged clothes and little coins on their tiny hands, others with nothing but dirt and pleading looks; Phil took all of them in, some for only hours, others for days, some for weeks or months. Some would come back holding their parent’s hand and saying “look” The potion worked!” others he would never hear from again. None of them were hybrids.

Hybrids were somewhat of a rare sight, mostly because of the hardships of surviving outside their own realm. No wonder the first hybrids he ever saw other than himself were pale and shivering, one of them being very ill due to the temperature difference. Despite that, they seemed fine, well taken care of. It was probably just a reaction to the weather.

With steps light as feathers, Phil inched the door open to check on the children, and saw them both asleep, burrowed beneath the covers and hugged so close he was worried Wilbur would overheat, then he brushed this worry aside, if those kids really came from the nether they would be used to sleeping in piles, probably with other children their age.

Phil wanted to ask them why they left the nether, because judging from their state they were not used to overworld temperatures-

The bell on the front door jingled again and Phil halted on his thoughts, going to the front, if it was another customer he would probably have to turn them down. He opened the door, being met with a familiar face.

“Are they here? Did they arrive safely? God I should have come with them!” Kristin went on a tangent.

“Hey, hey!” He interrupted her, holding his lover’s hands and meeting her eyes. “You mean the two little piglins? They are fine, sleeping safely and sound.” He reassured her, Kristin sighed in relief. “How did you even meet them?”

“I didn’t.” She explained. “They came to the temple to pray and they were oh-so ragged! I couldn’t just let them leave. Besides, I’ve never seen piglin hybrids in the overworld, much less praying to the goddess of death.” As she talked, Phil took her through the back door and sat down at the table with her. After a pause, she continued; “I wish I could have done more for them, not let them get sick at all, but the temple doesn't really have resources for children… Sorry to throw them onto you all of a sudden like this, Phil but I had duties…”

Phil reached for her hand over the table; “Hey, you did amazing, they were clean, well-fed and wearing good clothes, kids just get sick sometimes, it happens. And it’s no big deal! Send me a hundred sick kids and I’ll take care of all of them. I'm a botanist, that’s literally my job!” That took a little snort out of her.

Phil smiled and poured himself a bowl of stew. Maybe he liked this feeling a little too much, chatting in the kitchen while two kids slept in his room. Maybe he was overdue to an expansion to his house, an extra room couldn’t hurt…

The end (maybe)

#sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois fanfic #sbi au #found family #dadza minecraft #philza being dadza #mumza #mumza supremacy #twins duo #piglin hybrid technoblade #piglin hybrid wilbur #botanic academia #kinda? #i love them so much #this was not proof read #no beta we die like men #word count #1273 words #less than 1500 words #Lots of family feels

[strawberrylemonz]

And Then He Said “I Love You” Chapter 1: Crossing the Threshold

Ch. 1 [CURRENT]

Ch. 2

“Dad! Look! There’s something in the flower field!”

Phil hummed, looking out from the porch of his house. Holding his youngest son in one arm, he stepped down the stairs and walked down the stone path. Setting Tommy down, he joined his ten year old sons. Techno momentarily peered over to his baby brother, watching as the toddler happily stared at the flowers. Wilbur just pointed over to the field, guiding his father’s gaze. Over in an elevated area was something shining.

“We tried working together to get to whatever it is, but we can’t grab it.”

“Alright, just wait here and watch your brother.”

Expanding his wings, Phil took off to see the mysterious item. Reaching out, he tugged against the weeds and dirt, pulling out the object. Landing on the ground, he wiped away the dirt, only to find himself confused. There, in his hands, was a golden key. It wasn’t just any key, however, it was the exact key to the jukebox he had in the family room. Frowning, he turned around to face his sons.

“Did you guys lose the-”

“Dad!”

In an instant, everything changed. Phil felt the ground below him rumble, before caving in. His son’s screams faintly reached his ears as he fell, darkness consuming him. In an instant, he was gone.

-

It was done, the crater was made. The smell of ash was fresh in the air as the ground that L’manburg once stood on was demolished. Dream’s laughter was still fresh in everyone’s ears, Technoblade and Philza still at the scene of the crime. Before any more words could be said, the sky above the grid shimmered. The world shook as the bedrock began to rise. The clouds swirled, reaching for the ground as the ground rose to meet it. Shimmers and flowers flew around the strange funnel as a loud wind filled everyone’s ears. Then, at the very moment the sky touched the ground, it stopped. Everyone was stunned as the world returned to normal, no sign of the phenomenal to be seen. As everyone turned to the sky, Tommy was the only one to look to the ground. His eyes widened as the small shape of a familiar figure laid at the bottom of the crater, right beside the flag that refused to fall.

“Tommy! Wait!”

Everyone turned to Tubbo, who was reaching out for his best friend. Tommy didn’t react to the yell, opting to continue his actions. Booking it to the crater, he jumped off the edge, Tubbo screaming in fear from behind him. The youngest Craft could only focus on his task at hand. Narrowing his eyes, he let out a soft, relieved sigh as he landed in the waterfall, riding the water down to the bottom. Once there, he stumbled to his feet as he ran once more. Shaking his head in an attempt to get the water out, he slid to a stop as he approached the body. Hesitating for a moment, he carefully laid beside the familiar body. Narrowing his eyes, he used his hand to move the man’s hair out of his face. A gasp escaped his throat as he pulled away, sitting up in confusion.

“Tommy! What the hell are you-”

“Tubbo, I think this is Philza.”

-

Ringing was all he could hear. He felt himself being moved around. The ringing slowly faded, replaced by confused voices and arguing. Blinking his eyes, he groaned as he opened his eyes. Next thing he knew, he could see weapons in his vision field.

“What the fuck!”

He sat up, backing away from whatever the fuck he was seeing. He felt his back hit a pole, but he didn’t bother looking at it. Standing up, he summoned the sword he always carried with him from his inventory, he held it out in front of him as he spoke out to the unfamiliar faces before him.

  “Listen here, I don’t know who you fucks are, but if you did anything to harm my family, I will slaughter you all where you stand.”

He scanned the crowd of hesitant faces, his determined eyes unwavering. It wasn’t until his eyes landed on a pair of teens that he faltered. His eyes softened as he stared at the taller teen, not able to shake the feeling of familiarity from him. It was when he looked into the boy’s eyes that he felt that his gut feeling was correct. The tired and raggedy looking kid in front of him mirrored his bright and cheery son.

“Tommy?”

The boy blinked back, flinching at the sound of his own name. Before Phil could say anything else, he was interrupted by his own voice.

“What the fuck?”

Turning around, his sword was raised once more, only for him to lower it in an instant. There, flying down to the bottom, was himself. And there, being carried by his other self, was what looked to be one of his elder sons.

“Heh?”

Yup, definitely his son.

-

After he was done explaining his predicament, everyone opted to leave the crater. Using tridents and enderpearls and the waterfall, everyone slowly made their way out of the hole. Technoblade let Philza fly him out, the two bidding farewell to the younger Phil after giving him a compass to their house. Just as Phil was about to fly out of the house and figure out what to do, he caught sight of two certain teens who did not move.

  Tommy sat on the bedrock, muttering words to his friend, Tubbo, as he stared at the battered flag. Tubbo, a kid Phil hadn’t heard of yet, just sat next to him, also staring at the flag. After a moment, the smaller teen sighed, finally standing up.

  “Come on, Big Man, let’s go.”

Just as Tommy moved to stand up, Phil approached the two, giving the jittery boys a smile.

  “Hey, you two need a lift?”

Tubbo pressed his lips together, holding onto Tommy in an almost protective manner. Tommy just blankly stared at Phil. He stood there, studying Phil, before letting his shoulders drop. Nudging Tubbo, he nodded as he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, okay, just don’t drop and kill us, okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, mate.”

Holding onto both boys, he took off in an instant. He felt both boys hold onto him, almost panicking. Not wanting them to get too scared, he momentarily stopped midair, before gliding down to the wooden pathway. Extending his legs, he walked until he came to a complete stop. Letting go of the boys, he smiled as they muttered their thanks. He tried to not let it get to him, but the idea of Tommy not used to flying was strange to him.

  “You sure?”

Phil watched as the Tubbo boy questioned Tommy. The two stood there, Tubbo’s hand on Tommy’s sleeve, staring at each other. The silence continued as they stared, before it was broken by Tubbo. Sighing, the shorter boy nodded, letting go of his tall friend. Tommy hesitated, before opening his arms, something that made Tubbo light up in an instant. The two boys hugged, neither one commenting on the tense posture Tommy had, nor how he flinched upon contact. They just stood there, hugging. If Phil didn’t know any better, it was almost as if the two hadn’t hugged in a long while.

It took a while, but the two finally pulled away. With small smiles, the two separated, with Tommy staying on the path as Tubbo walked away. Tommy just silently stared at his friend, watching until there was no one else to watch. Sighing, he pivoted on his feet and began to walk. Phil’s wings twitched a bit, feathers fluttering to the ground.

“Ah, Tommy! Hold on, Baby Bird!”

The teen froze on the spot. If Phil could see his face, he’d see his eyes widened in shock at the use of the nickname. Clearing his throat, Tommy turned to face him, a hesitant and wavering smile on his face.

“Phil, Big Man! Didn’t realize you were still here! Is there anything you need?”

The question took him by surprise. Not the question itself, of course, but the way he was being addressed. Back home, even his eldest sons referred to him as “dad”, his tiny Tommy happily calling him “papa”. It was a change he definitely wasn’t fond with, but he decided not to bring it up, for Tommy’s sake. Keeping a kind smile on his face, he nodded.

“Yeah, mate, I sure could use your help. I don’t really know this server, so I was wondering if you could help me with gathering materials? I’d like a temporary house while I try to get home.”

“You want my help?”

“Of course, mate! You’re Tommy, I trust you!”

The boy blinked in surprise. If Phil didn’t know any better, it was almost as if he didn’t expect the words. Pushing that unsettling feeling aside, he stood patiently for a response. Tommy fidgeted a bit, before nodding with a small, genuine smile.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll help you.”

Phil didn’t know much of how things were in this time, but he did know that one thing was for sure: Tommy was unhappy here. He had no idea why his other self or his other sons (wherever this version of Wilbur was) weren’t trying to help. All he knew for certain is that he himself, Philza Minecraft, father of 3, would do anything to keep a smile on his son’s face.

Anything.

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