#old man philza (affectionate)

[elytra404]

so i love coming up with au's for my fandoms that ill never actually write, so yk what? its time to make them a tumblr series!! first up?

ely's hypothetical dsmp marvel au!!!

Meet: the avengers, though their fans tend to call them the sleepy bois! (an inside joke from when the iron bird may have fallen asleep before a very important conference). The line up is as follows!

The Iron Bird! This man, also know as Phil, or Philza affectionately, got rich from a mix of inheritance and coding skills! This one man army can rival all of Nintendo! Well, a man and a robot, if you include his highly advanced digital assistant!

Wilbur! More commonly known by the superhero name, Retrocognition, Wilbur is Philza's assistant! originally created as an ai, he now has a body thanks to the infinity stone in his head! He was originally made as a replica of Philza's son, whose death pushed him to becoming a superhero, but Wilbur has grown into his own being!

This brings us to Philza and Wilbur's first real friend for years, Fire ant. Moved on from her days as a german spy, Fire Ant now works for Phil and helps him in his superhero escapades! Those close to her know her as Niki, and well her instincts are sharp and her mind suspicious, she can make a mean pastry.

And now, coming out of the ice for the first time in decades, its Captain America! She may be a tad old, and catching on lost time, but shes still as strong as ever! Her real name is Cara, but her friends call her Puffy! Why? Nobody really remembers to be honest. Shes our favorite super soldier, and a complete bad ass when shes not trying to figure out how a phone works!

Next in the line up, the great god of thunder, Tho- oh, sorry, turns out he now prefers the more 'human' 'discrete' name of Technoblade? Well, no matter the name, Techno is a wonderful god! Loyal to his hammer, the orphan obliterator! (turns out Milnor was a mistranslation? well thank god(s) for that!) A tad absentminded, and always cracking jokes about some kind of wall, he may just be the most powerful on the team.

But our team wouldn't be complete without our final three! Why, its Goop, Hawkeye, and... Fundy? Sure!

First off, the amazing Goop! Thanks to some gamma rays, great scientist Charlie Sicle became some what of a monster. He's a totally normal man with a perfectly normal bone structure, until you make him mad! Then, well you ever heard of a d&d ooze? Yea... you can have fun with that.

Then, we have Hawkeye. Also known as Jack Manifold (hes not the best at secret identities), this super powered hero is... what is he actually? Why do they keep him around? Well... anyway this family man is probably a wonderful addition to the team!

And last but certainly not least, its the wonderful Fundy! Quickly taken in by Wilbur, this 15 year old was granted out of this world powers by a space stone! And with a slightly unhealthy amount of trauma and self loathing, what teen wouldn't want to be this orange wizard!

Of course, we have other heros! From Sneegsnag the bug man, to Spidered the purple spider hero, Foolish the wizard sorcerer, to King Ponk of Wakanda (and more importantly king of his lemon orchid). Many wonderful heros to beat all the terrorists in this galaxy!

And if its more heroes in the galaxy your looking for, may I introduce the wonderful Guardians of our galaxy?

Starting with our self selected caption, Tommy Inn! Tommy was swooped up as a young boy by aliens, with only his mothers favorite music disc and a handheld player to his name. He protects those discs with his life, almost more then he protects his own life!

Then, of course, we cant talk about the legendary captain without his newly full time best friend! Tho he used to be an enemy, Tubbo is down for the ride! If not a little skeptical of his best friends planning abilities. Former son of Madre, he's ready to gaurd that galaxy!

Of course we can't talk about the guardian without discussing Ranboo! This little devil was made in a lab, and looks oddly similar to a minecraft enderman! A tad insecure, this he/they will not hesitate to bite you.

And of course, Ranboo's loyal companion, Aimsey. Aimsey's species is apparently very close to this earth cartoon Tommy keeps talking about, Adventure time. However Aimsey and their complex language of "I am Aimsey" is a much needed team member.

And now you know the heros of our tales! Fighting Madre, who dreams of creating his own universe with the infinity stones, who knows what could come next!

(partially inspired by and helped with some stuff- @mariposathebutterflyboy )

#dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #wilbur #philza #technoblade #foolish #aimsey #fundy #jack manifold #purpled #ponk #sneegsnag #slimesicle #niki nihachu #captain puffy #marvel #marvel au #idk why i do this #ehhh #its fun

[quackalee]

5/8/23: General HCs will most likely keep changing to keep up with lore! However, there has not been any lore to separate eng!quackity and esp!quackity yet so for now this is just q!Quackity. (out of character)

You there!

Yeah you, you snoop!

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Hey there! :]

The name’s Quackity from QSMP! Is it Quesadilla SMP or Quackity SMP? (Hint: The handsome, gorgeous, too stunning for this world option.)

I mess around to have fun.

But no matter how things will change, one thing stays chronic: Big Ler Q! Yes, thank you, thank you. Hold your applause!

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General HCs

I’m a very, very tall and muscular man!!!1

Yes, I’m a duck, and no, you can’t eat me

You may be wondering if I ever take my beanie off… The answer may surprise you… No!

I banter with people no matter how well I know you so you’re in for a real treat!

I flirt occasionally but it’s nothing serious, promise

Still a bit sentimental about Tilín but trying to move on

Wearing Tilín’s old red ribbon on right wrist

1% Richarlyson’s Father and trying to get a higher percentage

Apart of project ‘Imortalyson’ to try and keep Richarlyson alive

[subject to updates]

Lee HCs

Immediate giggles if caught off-guard...

Affectionate teases? Gag. Oof. Hard Pass.

[redacted]

Ler HCS

Big, big fan of tickle games. Chasing? Check plus!

Laughs along with a lee. Who can't?

Loves the way lees giggle and smile it’s just so arghhh?/??!

Not a big fan of anticipation, would rather go for the kill

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A Master at Work

A ram confronts a duck

Something’s wrong with Philza

Battle of the Lers (Spoiler: Q wins)

Eating some porkchop

Uno.

Potion incident- Holy shit there’s a baby??

Nightmares and New Discoveries

Blog Tags

[username] - reblogs and roleplays with a specific blog

asks

q's artwork - art done in character :]

rp starters - beginning of a thread of roleplay via reblogs

rp - posts related to roleplay content

q!quackity - roleplays relating to QSMP Quackity

preq!quackity - roleplay/interactions that are outside of the QSMP

dsmp!quackity - roleplays relating to DSMP Quackity

in character - out of roleplay posts or tags as Quackity

out of character - any posts or tags as an admin

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“Not only do I know you like flowers, I know that you like purple lilacs.” 🪻

#qsmp tickle #HAHHAHA IM THE FIRST #BIG Q STAYS WINNING #ignore the other tags they’re not important shhh #lee!quackity #ler!quackity #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #what else do i put here #oh uhhhh #tickle rp blog #mcyt tickle rp #mcyt tickle rp blog #ermmm #intro post #introduction #and now we wait for lore >:] #in character #preq!quackity

[becauseplot]

staring at you with my big wet eyes. please ramble about poa I am so very intrigued and would love to hear more

okay, only because you ~insist~ <-explicitly asked for this and visibly vibrating with excitement

(i feel this should go without saying but spoilers ahead for this incomplete series!) (also im running on not enough hours of sleep so apologies if this is incoherent)

Philza of Azraelin is (supposed to be) a series following 26-year-old Philza Minecraft Watson who had a mental breakdown in his flat one night so he ran away to go get lost in the mysterious, monster-infested Azraelin Forest outside his hometown. You know, like you do. While out there, Phil unwittingly befriends the local flock of white-eyed crows, who turn out to be spirits that belong to a giant, ancient being trapped in a nearby mountain who goes by the mortal name "Kristin".

Phil carries on living in the woods, spending more time with Kristin, visiting her in the mountain, chatting and getting to know her better. She's good company. She's a good friend. Maybe he likes her more than a friend. Maybe he's just lonely. He isn't sure, but man, does he love to spend time with her.

He continues exploring the woods as well. As time goes on, he gets increasingly familiar with the abandoned little towns reclaimed by the forest. But he starts to wonder: no one really knows why the people of the Azraelin Forest disappeared. Most have assumed that the monster hordes drove them out. But as Phil becomes more and more acquainted with the forest, with the ruins, discovering ancient statues and structures, thinking about the few scattered stories of the Azraelin Forest that he knows...

There is an alarming amount of evidence pointing to some sort of catastrophe. And there are some things that Kristin doesn't like to talk about. And there are some things that Kristin tells him that don't add up. And Phil realizes that he doesn't know why Kristin is trapped in the mountain---chained up, alone, bound---in the first place.

...But he starts to think that Kristin might not be as trustworthy as she seems.

And that's the basic outline of what would be the first major arc! Some more little details:

This series is mostly just Phil flying solo in the woods. Like, the crows are there, but besides them and Kristin, it's pretty much just Phil for a majority of the story. (Other characters and settings would come into play much much later.)

The crows all have names and personalities! The third installment is supposed to be a retelling of the first installment from the crows’ perspective (with some extra Lore added in of course). Fun fact, the first crow that Phil encounters is named Bidmoss, and they’ve got a sailor’s mouth on ‘em!! >:)

I came up with this idea when I was brainrotting a FUCK load of old-immortal!philza fic ideas (like so many holy shit). But, I kind of started to miss philza aus where he was more susceptible to common threats like monsters and cold and hunger, where he didn’t know so much about the magic of the world around him, where he wasn’t so invincible, so I was like “hey what if I wrote a philza au where he’s literally Just Some Guy fucking around in the woods” and thus this was born. For the record, he is fully, completely human. Not an ounce of magic, divinity, or otherworldliness in him.

The spark for this au is this animatic! Idk it was just so silly and really played into the "he's Just Some Guy" idea that was rattling around in my head. poa!Phil and the crows would definitely do something goofy like this to cheer up Kristin when she's having a bad day. This animatic was also a source of inspiration!!

There are songs that go with this au, all from The Oh-Hellos: In The Blue Hours of Morning, Thus Always To Tyrants, Bitter Water, Exunt, This Will End (yes in this particular order; for the most part, the male voice is Phil and the female voice is Kristin, especially in Bitter Water; parents duo my beloved <3)

I affectionately refer to this au as AHH! au (ex: AHH!Phil) because it's the acronym of the first installment and because he does a lot of screaming in the second installment lol

Okay that's enough of that for now. Tbh there are probably details I'm forgetting because it's just been so long and I never write any of my shit down (wails), but the story doesn't end with what I've told you. I can talk more about plot, Phil's whole deal, the crows, Kristin, and the general setting, but I think this is enough word vomiting for this ask <3

Ty for letting me ramble, poa!philza my beloved <333

#i will still answer asks on this au!! #lord knows when i'll have time to work on actually writing this but i'd love to!! #PoA AU #asks for curly

[loversj0y]

okay buckle up here's the angst royal au i promised weeks ago and never delivered.

Disclaimer: Both the reader and Wilbur are kind of toxic in the first legs of their relationship. Wilbur more towards the beginning, and then the reader kind of over-retaliates.

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Wilbur, after his father's retirement, has become King. Due to his sudden illness, old man Philza had to be quickly transported to one of the Royal Family's summer houses, where the air is cleaner and blah blah yknow typical victorian sickly child stuff. Tommy is overseas at some boarding school, and technoblade.... is doing something. Out doing a spiritual quest in the tundra. idk.

Wilbur had been in a relationship for a few years with a fisherman's daughter-turned-royal-gardener, named Sally. He fought tooth and nail in court to uphold his relationship--- and legitimize the child he had with Sally out of wedlock.

At some point before he became King, however, Sally's relationship with him soured. It may have been a tragic falling-out-of-love, or Sally got sick of the constant judgement from Wilbur's wealthy peers, or, as some rumors put it, she found someone else to love. After everything Wilbur had done for them, she sailed upstream to live in another country, effectively cutting off their engagement and abandoning their child.

He sends Fundy, now forever the child of two unmarried parents, to live with some relatives, and then sends him to some prestigious boarding school (for younger kids, not the same as tommy). Wilbur loves his son and spoils him whenever he visits the palace during vacation, but he can't look at him for too long. he reminds him far too much of Sally.

Wilbur was obviously very hurt by this, and partially blamed the court for it. Maybe if they hadn't been so awful to his commoner gf, she wouldn't have dipped.

(but its also probably partly his fault. wilbur wasn't a BAD partner, it was just a complicated situation. )

So it's this newfound contempt for the pressures of being King, still raw like a fresh wound, that cause him to get absolutely pissed when an arranged marriage is brought up. He literally lost his almost-wife five months ago, and now the court is making him marry some (probably) snobby, stuck-up stranger from god-knows where.

But the political situation between the two countries is so tense that Wilbur is eventually forced to agree.

but he hates it. So when the reader arrives, he treats them terribly. He sneers, mocks, and even gets some servants to hide some of their things to purposefully rile them up.

The reader, who hated the marriage just as much as Wilbur but was trying to be cordial, decides to clap back. With a smile, they walk into Wilbur's quarters one night and propose a solution. Something like this:

Although they do not need to hide their feelings about each other in private, it is best they pretend to be a loving couple in public. If the marriage appears disharmonious, political troubles could arise.

If need be, either the King or the reader can take on a lover. There will be no arguing or hurt feelings about this, since the marriage is strictly businesslike.

Wilbur agrees without hesitation.

long story short: wilbur eventually gets attached to the reader's affectionate, "loving spouse" persona that they show in public.

Affection starved as he is, he can't help but melt a little when the reader hands him a cup of tea during, smiles at him reassuringly, or briefly strokes his hair during meetings. forehead kisses-- he lives for forehead kisses.

But as soon as the meeting is over and the nobles are out, the reader is back to their detached, real personality.

He doesn't have the courage to ask for real affection in private.

And like the dumbass he is, he falls for your public persona--- which makes it all the more painful when he makes the mistake of turning to you with a warm smile after a meeting, only to face a detached, vaguely baffled gaze.

This really fucks him up over time.

So, by now, the reader is over-retaliating for Wilbur's behavior in the beginning.

To give the reader complexity, we can partially explain-- but not excuse-- their behavior on how their home country is run. Women (or, if the reader isn't a woman: illegitimate children) are given no control where they come from, and are seen as purely bargaining chips. There is a law that allows the transition into a Republic if there are no male heirs left and/or viable members of the Court. They would literally abolish the monarchy instead of instate a woman/bastard as the heir.

In addition, any children that are not the first-born are kind of ignored by the family, quality-time wise. I HC that the reader became close friends with some of the guards or servants and had to leave them when they were married off.

So this power they have over Wilbur is intoxicating after being powerless for so long. They are taking out their anger about their situation on him, just like he was in the beginning.

Sometimes they feel guilty. The reader thinks back to close friends at home and wonder what they'd think of them now. But it never lasts long--- until a few changes occur.

Remember the lover clause in the agreement between Wilbur and the reader?

Maybe the reader actually finds someone they are interested in, and start going out with them and leave Wilbur alone from then on.

...Until Wilbur has issues with the reader's relationship.

Before they started going out with the guy, Wilbur had begun to avoid the reader in private so he'd only see them in public-- so he could pretend that the sweet, loving version of you was the only one that existed. that it was real. (very unhealthy)

When you take on a lover, it suddenly becomes much harder for him to avoid. He sees you hanging out with the dude, and it's like an arrow to the chest.

When the matter of the lover is brought up in court (because all official lovers must be declared i guess), Wilbur is visibly displeased.

Which raises some problems. The societal implication of allowing the other to take on a lover without expressing hostility was very important, because it would protect the other. If Wilbur had shown no problems with the reader doing this, the public would have assumed that they have a very open relationship, and any judgement would have been limited to tabloid gossip, etc. But now that Wilbur is (for some reason the reader can't figure out) making his displeasure known (even if not entirely on purpose--- okay maybe a little on purpose), the reader is not excused by high society. In the eyes of high society, they are an unfaithful spouse, an adulterer. And down the drain goes the respect for them-- and the power they have in social affairs.

The reader is angry (Wilbur had AGREED to those terms earlier in the relationsip), strife happens.

a couple years go by. the reader's reputation never really recovers, but the lover thing is old news mostly so its only mildly annoying.

like any other relationship, the reader and the lover break up after some major argument (nothing really dramatic, just typical couple stuff). Like any normal person going through a breakup, the reader hides themselves in their room and sulks.

Wilbur comes to comfort them, but as soon as he reaches out to touch them they smack his hand away, looking startled and offended that he'd even try.

Wilbur leaves in a hurry.

The reader groans and puts their head in their hands, suddenly feeling guilt along with the predicted breakup-grief.

Some time passes: days or weeks idk.

The reader finds Wilbur crying, wasted drunk and sobbing, in the corner of some dark room.

Looking at that pathetic man, the reader can't lie to themselves anymore. Nothing about what they did to Wilbur was good. Nothing about it felt good, even if they had tried to convince themselves otherwise.

the reader comforts, slow healing?

they learn how to live with each others, probably first as friends and MAYBE as lovers in the future.

So, now that I've written a bible-length of BS in your askbox,

what do you think? in terms of culpability?

holy shit this is fucking amazing. i love royal aus so much and this? amazing. reader would already be having a hard time adjusting - given they literally left their home to marry this guy and he's literally immediately being an asshole? god id be just as pissed holy shit. this si fucking amazing man oh my god

#mar answers #listenheresweaty :3

[terrible-leviathan]

Y'know everytime I'm writing a character like Ranboo or Techno I have to be so conscious to not swear at all if I want them to be in character

#tommy or tubbo? they're my favorite pov's to write cuz u can swear as much as possible #Philza is also fun cuz he's basically ''u little shit (affectionate)'' #old mans a swearing a bastard and i appreciate that #mcyt #dream smp #ranboo #technoblade

[a-moth-called-mof]

Everytime Techno calls Phil "old man" I feel my lifespan increase by 10 years

#old man (affectionate) #technoblade #philza #mcyt #sbi #12/2/2021 #liveblogging

[hearty-an0n]

THE LETTERS </3

#<3 liveblogs #[philza stream] #SCREAMSNI HATE YOU OLD MAN (affectionate)

[diamondjackdaw]

You know I wasn’t actually planning to write an essay but I have more to say about this actually:

One of c!Techno’s key character facets is frustration at being reduced to “The Blade” because of his PVP skills, while Phil (both in and out of character tbh) often gets fast-tracked into the role of Responsible Adult because (1) he’s an old man whose survival skills lead people to assume he possesses common sense and some level of self-control, and (2) he’s Philza Minecraft, the creator of Minecraft.

But Technoblade doesn’t need a Responsible Adult to keep him from dying or doing stupid shit. Mans can handle himself. He’s very self-directed, with a plan for what he wants to do and how he’s going to do it. He still invites Phil along for the ride, of course, but it’s as a display of trust and friendship, of collaboration between equals, because (shocker!) these nerds like finding reasons to spend time together, whether it’s to move house, advance the cause of anarchy, or just spend an afternoon corralling some turtles.

Likewise, Phil’s perfectly competent on his own; he doesn’t rely on The Blade to defend him or tip the scales in a fight. On the contrary, he describes himself as Techno’s weapon—his “hidden sword”—and while Techno would fight an army for Phil in a heartbeat, the sentiment is very obviously mutual, and Phil makes it clear that he views Techno’s loyalty not as a strategic resource, but as a gift to be stewarded.

From Techno’s stream “a new home (dream SMP),” [2:48:17]:

Technoblade: If you ever need my help, I will come out of retirement immediately.

Philza: (laughs, then turns serious) I’ll only call on you when I desperately need help.

When the Butcher Army places Phil under house arrest, Techno sneaks into New L’Manberg to stage a dramatic rescue, but I think it’s worth noting that Phil never asks or expects Techno to put himself in danger. What’s more, Phil is already orchestrating his own escape plan over the course of the stream, biding his time and leveraging his knowledge of game mechanics to outwit Tubbo all on his own. Techno rendezvousing with Phil at the edge of New L’Manberg isn’t so much a rescue as it is a reunion, two friends relieved to be at each other’s side once more.

With Phil, Technoblade has space to express warmth, humor, and genuine affection, trusting that those vulnerabilities won’t be leveraged against him. Phil, for his part, gets to be an absolutely chaotic little bastard who doesn’t have to worry about setting a good example or dragging someone else away from the brink of death.

Also, they just?? Have fun when they’re hanging out together??? No looming responsibilities, no expectations, just two dumbasses (affectionate) and their ever-growing menagerie of semi-domesticated animals in the arctic. And Ranboo, sometimes. God bless Ranboo.

In short: c!Emerald Duo my beloved.

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(Shoutout to @crepusculum-rattus​ for enabling my ego encouraging me to actually write proper meta for this; they’re the real MVP of this post.)

#philza #technoblade #emerald duo #ae duo #dream smp #dsmp meta #dream smp meta #/rp #jackdaw chatters #i could talk about how a lot of the fandom crit for these two characters is *also* based on expecting techno to be a battle god/meat shield #and expecting phil to be Server Dad to every traumatised person in a thousand-block radius #but this is a positivity post! only good emduo vibes tonight

[helliontherapscallion]

Unexpected Encounters (Adrenaline Junkie Part 8)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: minor swearing

Word count: 2,775

You walked down the now worn cobblestone path towards the main plaza of the village by Philza’s house. Whistling the first verse of the L’manberg national anthem, you wove slightly at the crowd of people gathered at the stands that littered the sides of the street. 

The village was much larger than the entire L’manberg nation. It had several different precincts with a large, diverse group of people and a few hybrids living there. It also had more amenities like shops, a library (which, to your delight, grew expansively to include more books on inventions, some being exclusively about yours. They were proud people that embraced whatever fame comes out of the area), and multiple towering office buildings.

Everything’s changed since you’ve last been here a year ago. What was now more modern used to be traditional. What was loosely populated was now bustling with people. What used to be barren was now chock full of shops and apartment complexes. It was kind of jarring to see this much change in a little over a year.

In retrospect, it was jarring how much you changed in a little over a year. The hallucinations have finally almost completely stopped along with the nightmares. They only came about once a week now. You were slowly reincorporating green back into your wardrobe. Your phantom pain has retreated into your subconscious. It was always going to be with you, so you got used to the constant pain and tingling feeling. You learned to appreciate the small things in life and just live in the moment so you would have something positive to look back on in the future.

You invented several different gadgets to help your brothers win the L’manberg War of Independence such as a portable TNT launcher, handheld long-distance communication devices (which you affectionately dubbed walkie talkies since you could walk and talk! Wilbur and Tommy were not as enthusiastic of the name as you were), and a redstone powered crossbow that continuously fired arrows until you released the trigger. Though all of your inventions were practically your babies, they did not come anywhere close to trumping your magnum opus: your metal fully functioning wing. 

After several mishaps and failed attempts, you finally made your wing correspond to the electrical impulses in your muscles so that it copied the movements of your flesh wing. It’s built out of a lightweight hollow iron and has feather shaped metal pieces protruding off from it to emulate your other wing. It was a sleek silver color that always caught a ray of sunshine and reflected it to another place. It was basically permanently attached to your body by now due to it being a pain to take on and off. It was just easier and more efficient to keep it on constantly. 

People around you stared, some in awe and some in admiration. A stark difference from when you first lost your wing. Sometimes, you resented them for treating you differently just because your name became more widely known, but you were always a firm believer that everyone deserves a second chance. Even attention seeking, unscrupulous assholes looking for cheap brownie points from their peers because ‘I knew them before they were discovered! I knew them personally, we were, like, really close!’ So for now, you tried to ignore the ugly indignation bubbling in your gut and threatening to spew out in a string of hurtful words. You were sick of being angry, especially now that L’manberg is at peace. 

You passed several people who pointed at you and whispered amongst themselves. Ignoring them, you continued onward with your head held high and your wings folded in tightly to avoid children grabbing and pulling them with their grubby little hands. It always took you a while to clean and preen them after people touched them. You hated cleaning off fingerprints and grime from the smooth metal.

Walking with a sense of purpose, you continued onwards passing multiple shops and stands until you finally reached the butcher. Opening the decorated glass door, a little bell chimed alerting the burly man behind the counter of your presence. Like the others, he stared wide-eyed at you with his lips slightly parted in shock. Great, another exhausting encounter. 

Putting on a polite smile, you broke the silence of the meat shop. “Hello, I’m here to buy half a pound of fresh ground beef. Would you by chance have any in stock?” That seemed to snap him out of his stupor.

“O-of course, I’ll get that for you right away.”

He disappeared into the backroom where frosty fog rolled out in tiny clouds. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Maybe he wouldn’t ask any questions or try to get to know you on a personal level.

He returned in a hurry, slapping the wrapped beef onto the counter and giving you a price. Reaching into your wallet for the cash, you paid him generously. “Keep the change.”

“I-thank you, Mx. Minecraft.”

Putting the beef into your satchel, you gave him a more genuine smile. “Don’t mention it.”

Briskly walking out, you made a beeline for the village’s main entrance. You couldn’t stand the feeling of constantly being watched and talked about anymore. Why couldn’t they treat you like a normal person? In your opinion, you were, well, you. Nothing was special about you.

As you were about to cross the threshold of the village, you heard footsteps behind you.

“HEY! MX. MINECRAFT I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, you closed your eyes and took a few steadying breaths so that you wouldn’t lash out at this person. You just wanted to go to your childhood home and have a nice, peaceful dinner with your dad. Was that too much to ask? 

Opening your eyes and plastering on a fake smile, you turned around and greeted him. He was a young boy, probably around eleven or twelve years old. His clothes and shaggy auburn hair were disheveled and he had dirt smeared on his face. “Hello, to whom may I owe the pleasure?”

He put his hands on his knees and tried to talk between gasping breaths. “Mx, my name’s Arthur Fox, i-it’s truly an honor to meet you. I’ve admired your work since before the war in L’manberg. You’re an amazing inventor and I wanna be just like you when I grow up. I- oooh I’m sorry, I’m rambling aren’t I?” He kind of reminded you of Tubbo in a strange way.

“No, you’re fine Arthur. Thank you for being a fan of my work, but I must get going. I have an important meeting to attend to.” You weren’t exactly lying to the young boy. Turning on your heel, you started to walk off only to feel a hand on your arm.

“Mx, I need to talk to you.”

“I really have to get going, Arthur. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“No, it’s important.”

You struggled to keep the smile on your face as you shrugged his arm off as politely as you could. This kid is determined. Too determined. “So’s my meeting. I have to go.” You started to walk off into the beaten forest path.

“Do you know about The Warden?”

You halted abruptly and sharply turned around. You let your smile and polite stature drop into pursed lips and sharp eyes.

“...Of course I do. Everyone does.”

Flinching slightly, he quickly recovered his confident facade. “No, that’s not what I meant. Do you know about The Warden?”

“Like I said,” you played stupid, “everybody does. Who doesn’t?”

He puffed his cheeks out in frustration. “Ugh, how could someone so smart be so stupid at the same time? I mean you met it didn’t you? It took your wing.”

You took a step forward and narrowed your eyes, fully facing him now. “How do you know about that? Who told you?” 

He stepped back. “I-I heard rumors a couple of years back that it got someone. I heard your name thrown around here and there.”

You gave him enough of a warning that you didn’t want to talk, but he ignored it and now he has to reap the consequences. At this point, you were so tired and drained from everyone trying to be buddy-buddy with you that you finally snapped. The only thing you wanted was to go home, you did not need this right now. 

“Well, Arthur, you shouldn’t pry into other people’s business. I’ve told you time and time again that I have to leave, yet you persist to stop me. Why? And where are your parents, didn’t they teach you any manners?”

He looked downwards and fiddled with his fingers. “They’re dead. T-The Warden took someone important to me. I… I thought you might be able to help me.”

Shit, you just yelled at a grieving orphan. You were a massive asshole weren’t you? Your eyes softened slightly and you frowned. “...I’m sorry for your loss. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you? Dinner perhaps? We can talk about how I could help you afterwards.”

He glanced up at you. “But-but what about your meeting.”

You winced. “Uh, I’m moving it forward, we have more pressing matters.” You paused awkwardly. “Do… Do you have anybody to ask permission? Any siblings?”

His shoulders drooped. “...No. I’m all by myself.”

Shit, you yelled at a grieving homeless orphan? God what kind of role model were you? 

“C’mon, kid. We’re going to my house.” 

His wordlessly followed you and avoided looking into your eyes. The walk to your childhood home was very awkward, neither of you attempted starting conversation. You sighed.

“Look, Arthur I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. That was really uncalled for, I shouldn’t have yelled or gotten mad. It’s just that- The Warden’s a… touchy subject for me.”

“It’s alright, Mx. Minecraft. You can make it up to me by… making me dinner and showing me some of your blueprints?”

He looked up to you with hope filled, sparkling eyes. You snorted. “It’s a deal, kid. We’re almost there.” 

You could see the silhouette of the house in the nearly setting sun. It was still the same as when you left a year ago. 

“Ya know,” you sighed out, “this is actually my Dad’s house. I’m just visiting him for a couple of weeks.”

“Where do you live then?”

“I live in the heart of L’manberg with my brothers.”

“That’s cool…” He trailed off. You frowned, it seems that he was nervous to meet your Dad. You probably should’ve mentioned that Philza was there to him before taking him here.

You stopped, grabbing Arthur’s shoulders. “Kid, you don’t have to worry about meeting my dad. He’s probably the kindest, most genuine man I’ve ever met. He’ll welcome you with open arms, that’s what he did with me and my three brothers. He adopted us all.”

He gave you a small smile. “Alright, Mx. Minecraft, I trust you.”

“Oh, please don’t call me ‘Mx. Minecraft’, it makes me feel ancient,” you lolled your head back and dramatically groaned out, making him giggle. “I just turned twenty, buddy. Feel free to call me (y/n).”

 Putting your hand on his shoulder, you led him to the front door. You twisted the old door knob and pushed the wooden door open.

“Dad, I’m home and I brought the beef!”

He popped his head out from the kitchen, his messy blond hair flopping onto his face. He gave you a joking smile. “Took you long enough, any longer and I would’ve locked ya out.” 

You watched as his eyes wandered over to Arthur. He frowned, revealing his frilly pink apron that Wilbur got him as a joke. Oh, you could just hear the gears in his head churning.

“...(Y/n), who’s this?”

Grinning sheepishly, you replied. “Dad, this is Arthur Fox. Arthur, this is my dad Philza Minecraft. I promised him dinner and somewhere to stay for the night. Do you have some of Tommy’s old clothes Artie could borrow for the night?”

He sighed, shooting you a we’ll-talk-about-this-later look. “Yes, they’re in the attic. I’ll grab them after dinner so he could shower before going to bed.”

Arthur timidly spoke up. “Thank you, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad softened and gave him a gentle smile. “It’s no problem, Arthur. And please, call me Philza. Mr. Minecraft makes me feel old.”

Arthur let out a loud laugh. Despite everything he went through, his laugh still sounds like an innocent child’s laugh. You chuckled, kids always had a silly little laugh. Philza grinned at him, a child’s laughter was something that he missed.

Arthur wiped at his eyes as his laughter died down. “I’m sorry, (y/n) said the same outside.”

“I did,” you smiled lightly at Arthur before looking back at Philza with mischief, standing up straight and putting your hands on your hips. “But I was funnier.”

“Pft, you wish. I was saying that before you were even born. So, I win because I’ve been saying it longer.”

“Whatever ya say, old man. Funniness over age.”

He playfully glared at you, placing an offended hand over his heart. “I’m not that old.”

“Ya kinda are, Dad. You’re practically turning to dust!”

He gasped. “I am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Are too!”

“Am no- wait Dad, that’s cheating!”

“You still said it though!” He sang out, grinning at you cheekily.

“No, that doesn’t count!”

Arthur’s amused brown eyes bounced between you and Philza like he was watching a tennis match. Every so often, he would giggle at something one of you said. You both took your banter to the kitchen where you and Philza started to cook. Dinner was done and the table was set in no time. There was pleasant small talk as dinner neared an end

Your dad swallowed his last bite of beef and turned his attention towards Arthur. “So Arthur, how old are you?”

Arthur gave a small grin. “I’m ten.”

“Do your paren-”

You loudly coughed, throwing a discreet glare at Philza. Mouthing ‘don’t’ from behind your hand, you took a big sip of your water and stood up. “I’ll wash all the dishes. Arthur, would you like to look at some of my blueprints while we wait for my Dad to get you some clothes?”

His eyes shined with excitement. “Yes please!”

You chuckled, putting the plates in the sink and walking down to your old workshop to grab one of the blueprints you left in a filing cabinet. You grabbed the first draft for your prosthetic and the final draft for the automatic farm.

Upstairs, you situated the blueprints in front of Arthur at the dinner table. “Okay buddy, learn to your heart’s content. I’m gonna do the dishes. If you need something just give me a shout.”

Walking into the kitchen, you filled the sink with warm soapy water and got started scrubbing. You moved your wings around subconsciously as you wiped the pots and plates clean of grease. Humming in satisfaction when you were done, you dried your hands and sat next to Arthur who was looking at your designs with complete awe. 

“You like them?”

He nodded his head so fast you thought it might fall off and started to fling questions at you. You smiled fondly at him, it was nice to see someone so interested in how your inventions were made and not just how they worked. 

You two were mid conversation when Philza walked into the room with a bundle of clothes in his arms. You grabbed Arthur’s hand and led him up to the bathroom. You bent down and rested your hands on your knees, looking at him.

“Alright buddy, everything you need is in there, clean towels are in the closet. When you’re done, I’ll be in my room just over there,” you pointed to your door. “Last door on the left. I can show you where you’ll be sleeping for the night when you’re done. Does that sound okay?”

He gave you a gap-toothed smile. “Yes, thank you (y/n)! You’re the best!”

He closed the bathroom door and you stood there. You felt… oddly fond for the boy you just met only hours before. 

Philza cleared his throat and pinned you to the wall with a stern look. “(Y/n), explain now.”

“I will, but let’s talk in my room so Arthur can shower in peace. Poor boy needs it.”

He sighed and walked into your room. You had a long talk ahead of you.

(A/N): so, how do you guys like Arthur?

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[ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons]

i've always determined the mcyt's ages via the amount of time they've been recording or playing minecraft rather than their age (that just determines if they look old or young-). completely unrelated, thinking 'bout how in my style Grian would be the older brother in the 'Grian and Philza brothers AU' — ,cherub anon (does it have to be an emoji? if so just- 🍒 anon)

Is this why ethos hair is grey?

Old man. (Affectionate)

#hermitcraft #headcanons #hermitcraft headcanons #hermitblr #philza #Grian #ethoslab #cherub anon

[soupette]

Fuck you I’m incorporating CC!Tommy’s tweets into canon because it’s in my hcs now and it hurts me so fuck you fuck you fuck you

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“I thought—you know, especially with how it’s gone recently—we had a little bit of a bonding moment after Dream chased the shit out of me—a little father-son dare I say, and I know you said—I just wanted to make sure I could count on you, though. ‘Cause I know I don’t have a ton…. Well, I sort of do. Never mind. Anyway, drop the Syndicate for official Big Man Protection Squad, hmmm? I’m kidding. You don’t have to drop—“

Here he was, rambling to Phil in his cold-ass, snowy porch, growing more uncertain moment by moment because Phil wasn’t reacting to his antics like he should have been, even if the antics were more truth than not—still there was no amusement, no annoyance, even—and Tommy tried not to remember the father-son mention he’d risked dropping.

He figured, they’d never talked about it, but he didn’t think it was totally taboo—was he really that awful—but they’d forgiven each other! So recently!

“Erm, Tommy?”

And then Phil just… cut him off, and now nobody was speaking, what the fuck was this accomplishing?

Phil was just kind of stiff, looking at him from the doorway like he was almost uncomfortable. Maybe not quite uncomfortable but something.

Tommy looked down and picked at the bottom of his shirt.

He wasn’t sure he could take another bad interaction, not after that last one that made him feel protected for the first time in… in…

“Dad?”

Philza Minecraft gives him a very strange look.

And Tommy very much regrets bringing it up.

Fuck, he should’ve done it like he did with Wilbur, it was the perfect bit, it was affectionate and fucking funny all at once, when he’d go we’re like brothers in bonding moments knowing damn well they actually were—and Wilbur would melt so much he wouldn’t even laugh at the irony—he could adopt it to Phil so easily—Philza Minecraft is an old man, he should be my old man…

There is something deep in Phil’s eyes, and it is—so—so—that Tommy doesn’t have it to joke about.

He almost reads that look correctly and with a quiet, unsure voice, asks if he’s adopted. Because the way Phil reacted to the term… No they never said it before, but….

Phil’s look grows even stranger as he says—with a hint of a disbelieving laugh in his voice, out of confusion and like he still thinks Tommy might possibly be joking—as he says—

that he’s not his son.

As in, not at all.

…What?

But—but—but what?

He had nothing.

…Very quickly Tommy realized that yeah, he never—nobody ever said—but he’d been with Wilbur as long as he remembered, and it just made sense his father was his father—except he wasn’t and actually. Actually, that explained a fucking lot—

And—Tommy steps back, entirely dumbfounded, hurt, shocked, disappointed, a little relieved with everything that happened between them, in a way, and—pretty fucking embarrassed, but it all faded quicker than he’d expected.

He’d never been besties with the man, more with the idea of him, and kind of made some of the things Phil had done hurt a little less because well, if they weren’t done to a son—but what he did to Wilbur certainly—

Tommy was about to open his mouth to bluff and laugh it off when he choked.

That pain ripped away the laugh he was about to make at the situation with unfathomable strength.

Because if Phil isn’t his father, that means…

Wilbur isn’t really his brother.

He steps away, unable to speak as he runs through every interaction he’d ever had with Wilbur, his brother, his not-brother, his Wilbur—breathing hard at the old wound of loss suddenly ripped fresh open—

And it feels like Phil has murdered Wilbur twice.

#dsmp #dream smp #c!tommy #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit #c!tommyinnit #dsmp philza #Philza #c!philza #c!phil #dsmp writing #soup’s writing #dsmp fic #tiny baby one #dsmp fanfic #dsmp headcanon

[downywrites]

If you’re still taking requests.. maybe a t*ckle fight between the members of the sbi? ~🐉

Bird says take this. Maybe good enough, maybe not.

Beta reading? What’s that? Lmao

After a long night out at the nearest village, Philza was, for lack of a better term, tired. Trading with the people was...difficult to say the least. They had been scornful of the way he looked, glancing at his wings scornfully as they spoke about trading. He didn’t fail to notice the way the children were corralled away from him. Whispers floated in the air, long after he had left. And he certainly felt his lengthy trip out. His bones ached with every weary step he took. Every fiber in his body screamed for flight, for the air to be under his wings.

But he could not. It was late in the server and people would mistake him for a phantom at this time of night. He knew better than to take a tumble like last time. But he still thought of the idea anyways, mind distantly attached to the outside world around him. The grass rustled underneath his feet, brush gently rubbing at his ankles. He shivered and suppressed a smile, shaking his head a little bit. The hardcore charm dangling from the top of his hat swung back and forth like a rope attached to a mooring at sea. He grumbled quietly about his predicament. “Why do I have to be so ticklish? Ugh. I really, really want to be home with the others.” He knew his family would call him an old man if they heard him complaining about this. They’d probably mock him for a little, then ask him whether or not they brought back anything for them. His family...his eyes unfocused even more, following the blocks he placed on autopilot.

“What I would give to be home with them right now…” He fluttered his wings excitedly. He sighed a little, snapping himself back into reality. “Now is not the time to doze off. It’s still night-time.” He trekked on, sandals scraping on rocks, sinking into snow, into sand. By the time he had reached the beaten path of their shared home, Philza was barely walking.

He slowly trundled towards his destination, hope flourishing in his chest. The sound of crickets in the nearby pond surrounded him. A singular frog hopped onto a lilypad, blinking and croaking curiously at the winged man. Phil paid no heed to it. It was always there. Out of all the creatures that Wilbur had raised, that one was the one that somehow never got bored of the family. Philza never paid any attention to it. It was Wilbur’s pet, after all.

Eyes glancing towards the door handle, he fumbled for the keys loudly. He cursed slightly at the loud jingling noise it made, hoping he didn’t wake up the lighter sleepers of the family. The door creaked open, blinding him for a moment. He squinted through the light, seeing two familiar shapes sitting at the dining table. A single head popped out of the side of the door, grinning widely. His blonde hair bounced happily. “Phil! Where have you been? It’s been soo loongg-'' Tommy sank to the floor dramatically.

Despite his tiredness, Philza cracked a smile at the youngest of the family. “Wonder where. Were you even listening when I told you?” “Nooo-” Another voice rang out, smooth and melodious. “Jeez, Tommy. This is why nobody loves you in the household.” The blonde pouted, getting up from the floor to go argue with him. The bird hybrid entered the house, sighing gratefully for the cool air within the house. Techno got up from his seat and took a large step in his direction, making him startle a little.

“Hey, mate. How are-” He walked right past him, pink hair flowing in the same direction of his movements. Phil turned around slightly, tilting his head as much as he could in puzzlement. “Why did you...oh.” Technoblade made a small joyful huff, closing the door gently behind the eldest. He looked back at Phil, tail wagging slightly behind him. “Ah. Nonverbal today, I see.” He nodded, floppy ears bobbing up and down. His smile made his eyes scrunch up with its intensity. He walked past him again, pulling out some raw foods and chopping them up quickly. His hands flew over the cutting board quickly, chopping onions and tomatoes with an efficiency that only a trained warrior could muster.

He placed them on the table with a little flourish, before filling a pot with water with the intent of boiling it. The sound of running water and the footsteps of his children made Phil coo happily. His eyes fluttered shut. Feathers fluffed out with contentment, catching a pair of crimson-tinted eyes. Techno purred roughly as he waited for the water to boil. ‘Phil had a long day, huh?’ Before he could control himself, he had gently led Phil to his favorite armchair, settling him down and pushing his wings into the designated holes. If anything, his coos and trills got even louder. He moved away, focus shifting back to the soup. The feeling of someone gripping his tufted tail made him pause.

“Stay with me for a moment, Tech. The pot won’t overboil for a few minutes.” The piglin complied, sitting himself down carefully by his feet. He played with his hoof-hands, ADHD energy begging to be let out somehow. The elder of the two frowned quietly at that. Stretching out a single wing, he angled it to brush ever so slightly against his back. “Preen me, please?” Crimson eyes widened in surprise. He nodded, hair flowing gracefully around his person. As the soft, comforting feeling of someone carding through his wings slowly enveloped his being, he sat back, trilling loudly. He let his eyes shut, sinking into the blissful abyss of rest. Wilbur and Tommy, however, were certainly not resting. The two brothers wrestled playfully, shouting insults at each other with the gusto of a lively duo at a bar. “You fucker, you son of a bitch, you-” “Shut up, Tommy! Old man might be trying to sleep, you dumbfuck.” “Oh, I’ll show you dumbfuck!” They rolled over each other, pushing each other to the ground as much as possible.

Eventually, they rolled close to the doorway of Tommy’s room. With a small push, Wilbur pushed Tommy up to the door, grinning triumphantly. “I won.” The younger of the two scoffed quietly, pushing back with all his strength. Wilbur didn’t budge, irritating smirk plastered on his face. He tucked in his leg to kick him, grinning a little when the musician made a small noise of pain. “Tommy!” “Yeah, Wilbur?” “You little- I’ll get you for that.” Tommy snarked back, smugness twinkling in his eyes. “Get me how, big Dubs?” Wilbur smirked again, but this time it looked a little more wicked. “Oh, Tommy...I think you know how..” He released the younger from the pin. Before he could react, he darted his hands over his sides, scribbling lightly through the thin shirt.

He shrieked in surprise, batting Wilbur’s hands away. “Wihill! What the fuck?” The elder made no inclination of hearing him, moving closer to him like a cat stalking a mouse through the bushes. Tommy backed up as much as he could, eye widening when he hit the door. “Wahahait, cahahan wehehe tahalk abhohout thihis?” “I haven’t even touched you yet, Toms~” His face turned a light shade of pink at the tease. He averted his eyes, trembling in anticipation. The second the boy broke eye contact with him, Wilbur pounced, pinning the boy to the wall and grabbing both of his wrists with one hand. He scribbled his fingers all over the boy’s ribs, making him burst into laughter. Tommy shook his head, already feeling weak from laughing.

“Nohohoho, plehehease! Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” Wilbur’s fingers rubbed gently between the bones, making him buck slightly. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Tommy. Who in their right mind decides to kick their brother when they’re pinned? Certainly not someone who wants to say sorry right when their punishment begins.” He poked and prodded his ribs, eliciting little screeches and squeaks from the boy underneath him. His fingers followed the curve of his ribs down to his sides, tracing shapes and scribbling on the sensitive flesh there. Tommy squealed quietly when he shifted to his hips, pinching and drilling at the bones. “Wihihihi- Wihihihil- AHA!”

After a few minutes of being wrecked, Tommy’s eyes welled up with happy tears, shaking his head in hopes that his brother would slow down. The musician slowed down the tickles, then stopped completely, making sure his brother was alright. He pulled away, giving him a little space. The blonde panted for breath, dazed and tickled silly. He gazed affectionately at his brother through half-lidded eyes, a dopey smile painted on his features. Wilbur smiled back at him, warmth blossoming in his heart at the sight. ‘Aww, look at him! He’s so cute!’ His mind cooed at the cute sight of his brother not trying to kill him for once. (And that’s as close as it gets to affection that Tommy would ever willingly give him, as far as he was concerned. That should have been a clue that perhaps the next thing he was going to do was a trap.)

After a minute or two, he snapped out of his daze, pausing to fluff up his hair, then smooth it back down a little bit. He beckoned Wilbur to come closer, arms open. Wilbur gasped in excitement. “Really?” Tommy looked to the side, blushing softly again. “Just come here.” Wilbur eagerly crawled towards him, flopping into the embrace. He tightened his arms around the other, ignoring his protests. He squeezed his eyes shut, basking in the situation and the feeling of Tommy’s arms encircling him. The feeling of someone scrabbling their fingers over his shoulderblades made him giggle. His eyes shot open in surprise. Struggling in Tommy’s grasp, he pushed gently at the younger.

“Yohohou jeheherk!”

Tommy giggled softly in his ear. “Payback, Wilby.”

He scratched softly all over his back, making the taller of the two melt into his arms. “Tohohoms…” “Shh, Wilbur. I want my revenge and you want affection. It’s a win-win.” The musician’s charming little giggles was just as musical as the songs he played in the living room every day. He shifted his hands to scratch gently at the back of his neck with one hand. He squeezed Wilbur’s hip with varying intensities, reveling in the changes of pitch in the other’s laughter.

“Ehehe, Tohohommy...ihihit tihihickles…” He scrunched up his shoulders, giggling louder when Tommy traced shapes into his neck and scratched at his collarbone teasingly. “That’s the whole point, big Dubs.” The sound of hooves and talons stepping on the creaking wooden stairs gave him pause. The sound of Philza’s wedding ring scraping softly on the stairway rails made his hair stand on end a little. ‘Did I wake him up? Oh shit..’ He held his breath as he saw the familiar shapes of the two warriors in the house step into view. “H-Hi?”

“Hello, mate. What was that ungodly noise, hm?” His trepidation reached its peak. Eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, he let go of Wilbur, stuttering apologies. “I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry… sorry, s-sorry, I didn’t m-mean to wake you..” Philza gently scooped up Tommy, holding him from his underarms. He gazed at him with a soft, unfocused gaze, trying to convey to the panicking boy his level of annoyance. When it was obvious the poor kid still thought he was in trouble, he smiled at him a little. “Oh, no, mate. It’s alright. You’re not in trouble.”

Tommy’s muscles relaxed a little, but didn’t fully lose all of their tension. He looked at him with slightly nervous intensity, looking away from him guiltily. A small little squeeze to his underarms and ribs made him squeak. Cheeks burning, he looked back at his father to see a cheeky grin grow on his face. The winged man placed him down on his feet, wings fluffing out playfully. “So, Tommy.” “Y-yeah?” “Run.” Minutes later, the sound of Tommy’s screeching laughter echoed through the house, dissipating in the warm, balmy winds outside. Sitting idly on the lilypad, frogchamp blinked, croaking softly outside the lantern-lit door.

#downywrites #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #my writing #ler!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!wilbur #lee!wilbur #bruh i am so tired #dragon anon #sfw tickling

[angelbytz]

Dream SMP AU pt.1

We’ve all seen the superhero AUs and I wanted to make my own. Miraculous Ladybug crossover but with a twist (kinda, not really). All of the characters act completely different as Miraculous holders. Also, this AU takes place in secondary school because why not. Warning this is very long and had to be split into multiple parts so hear are the first five.

Tommy: If you asked Tommy if did wanted superpowers he would one hundred percent say yes. But it comes at a great cost. Tommy is given the cat miraculous and a costume that has cat ears, eyes and tail and he really contemplated becoming a hero if it means being called a catboy. But after he gets the cat miraculous he feels an overwhelming sense of responsibility and takes his role as a hero very seriously. Tommy is more fight first ask questions later in this AU, the talkative, brash and sometimes childish persona is replaced by an intimidating sharp tongue and a cool, kinda cold demeanor. His alter ego, Maine Coon, is known as the serious, logical and edgy member of the main duo - but is very cute and fluffy, hence the name. He still likes to crack jokes, comes of as cocky at times and often insults Hawkmoth is the middle of battle. Maine Coon is extremely reckless and impatient, not wasting time and gets straight into the fight. No one connects the dots that Tommy is the tough, badass, take-no-shit superhero. Certainly not his partner...

Wilbur: He always felt like a big brother to Tommy and after receiving the bat miraculous he is put in a weird place. Wilbur has always been protective over Tommy but now with his bat miraculous (is instead of the ladybug) he feels protective over everyone. The hero Pipistrelle is an overwhelming positive figure in the city. He always puts his own life at risk for others, sacrifices himself and fights all the bad guys with a cheerful smile and endless hope. Making sure that all citizens feel safe, calm and protected. He sometimes acts innocent and immature as ploy to get people to underestimate him and see him as a happy-go-lucky moron in instead of a competent but upbeat hero. Pipistrelle is a great symbol of hope and rivals Maine Coon in a way that makes a great team. While Maine Coon is very impulsive, Pipistrelle always analyses the situation and figures out how to beat the villain. Maine Coon is the brawn and Pipistrelle is the brains. He interacts a lot with the public and coaches the new heroes like...

Tubbo: A massive fan of the superhero duo that is given the chance to be a hero. A lot of different things - fear of identity being revealed, the responsibility, wanted to impress the heroes, being under the public eye and most of all not wanting to be akumatised - made Tubbo adopt a strange identity. He became the hero that no one would try to mess with and never showed weakness. Basically, Tubbo took the logical part of his personality and turned it up to eleven. Bumblebee is an extremely intelligent, brave and most of all emotionless hero. He never shows any emotion or vulnerability and is well known for playing psychological games with the villains. If a villain sees this 5′5 boy dressed in a cute little bee outfit they are, and should be, terrified. Some people see him as sadistic or apathetic or ruthless but no one ever knows what he is thinking, not even the other heroes. But for some weird reason he has a great bond - or at least everyone thinks he has - with the next hero...

Ranboo: He wouldn’t consider himself the bravest person. That’s why when offered the wolf miraculous (replacing the tiger) Ranboo panicked. How was he supposed to save people? But then a villain attacked and a little boy (guess who) was about to be hurt and well... Ranboo kinda went apeshit. He immediately transformed saved the boy and with his wolf powers violently beat the shit out of the villain. What Ranboo didn’t except was everyone viewing the new hero, dubbed Tundra Wolf, as aggressive, assertive and protective. So Ranboo kinda just rolled with it, playing a confident, bellicose tough guy. Being Tundra actually helps with his anxiety as a civilian and helps him build a backbone. His persona was a complete accident unlike...

Techno: Lets face it, he knew he could never be a superhero. Techno is way to recognisible because of his hair, fighting experience and demeanor. Thankfully, in costume his hair has blonde highlights but his combat skills and demeanor are still too noticeable. So what did Techno do? He decided that he cannot act like himself whatsoever. He has to talk like someone else. He has to act like someone else. He has to fight like someone else. He has to be the opposite of himself. And who is the opposite of Techno? Quackity. Technos ingenious idea is to act like Quackity. Techno is very unsure how the two became best friends but all he knows is that if he acts like Quackity his identity would be safe. The pig hero Ba Xuyen is definitely the most chaotic out of all the heroes. A hilarious, childish and a little bit sketchy comic relief hero. But Techno still has his own moments and every time he is one-on-one with a villain he either threatens them in a cryptic way or has a dramatic, sinister, improvised speech with very menacing undertones. Over time, the persona changes into one Techno is more comfortable with and feels somewhat natural and he even ends up liking his own hero persona. No one would ever compare Ba Xuyen to Techno despite the fact they look identical because the idea is just ricidulous. But Techno dreads the day his identity is revealed. He can’t even imagine what would happen or how people would reaction like...

Philza: In this AU he can either be an actual father or just an older parental figure who’s in college or something, do want you want. Phil is basically a paternal figure to a bunch of kids and is offered the crow (in place of the snake) miraculous with the power of second chance. After his kwami subtly calls him old, Phil begins to train to be a superhero and not be called old. Phil’s first outings as a hero were him playing through time, rewinding and changing little things all while completely hidden and never being seen. The heroes are oblivious and call it dumb luck. But then Phil is forced to reveal himself and fight along side the heroes and immediately all the heroes look up to him. The new hero Rook is a badass and authoritative figure despite being a man of few words. All the heroes treat him kinda like The Godfather: standing up straighter, completely silent whenever he is talking, never asking him about his private life, never questioning his orders, referring to him as sir. But they never call him old. No one is brave enough. If the media ever called him old there would be hell to pay and a lot of heroes unhappy they dare to disrespect their parental figure. Surprisingly, Rook never tried to be intimidating or commanding and often tries to be affectionate with the heroes. A few compliments, a kind smile, a pat on the back, laughing at their jokes, voicing concern after harsh fights and letting them call him ‘The Crow Father’. All the heroes see these moments as absolute blessings and brag about how they are the favorite. Even outside of the heroes, Rook is a father to the city like Pipistrelle is a big brother. In civilian form, everyone adores the hero and Tommy refers to Rook as God himself and Phil has to stop himself from either going red or laughing.

Next post will feature:

Fundy

Niki

Quackity

Karl

Sapnap

Bbh & Skeppy

#dream smp #dsmp au #miraculous au #dsmp superhero au #dsmp miraculous #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #ranboo #technoblade #philza

[kiuda]

more kitling au stuff!

Okay, so it's like RIGHT before elections, and c!Dream doesn't tell ANYONE that he has a kid now; most people are already used to him disappearing for a bit and stuff, so he uses it to his advantage. It kinda goes to crap when the elections do happen tho, because he's a meddling bastard (affectionate) and must stick his nose into everything (though he's much, MUCH more careful.)

Time skip a bit, and c!Techno + c!Philza join at roughly the same time, and Lmanburg is completely under c!Schlatt. Dream's doing his best to balance parenting a very needy/clingy baby/toddler (who i am debating on making c!Connor-), doing his best to support a rebellion consisting of mr. Mentally Not Great c!Wilbur and c!Tommy, AND he's also slowly trying to get Philza to warm up to him so he can pester the old man into giving him advice

(Sorry I didn't get to answering this before falling asleep ^^')

c!Dream has his hands full!

What does he do with the kid when he is busy? Does he trust anyone with them? Or does he leave them alone for a bit?

Also does c!Wilbur still blow up L'Manburg in this au?

#ask #jester tag

[lillian-nator]

The Prince Of The Antarctic Empire Au (PAE AU)

The Prince of the Antarctic Empire

BASIC INFO: Wilbur is 18, Techno is 22, and Philza is 28, Tommy is 5. (At the start).

SO

It all starts when Wilbur finds this kid on NewFoundLand territory, and this kid - who is like 4, mind you - is beating the shit out of some Zombie’s

Like he is using a cobblestone sword - but is just like, messing these Zombie’s shit up.

Wilbur, being the responsible adult he is, goes up to the boy - who is like extremely thin, and seemingly weak - and asks him if he wants to have dinner at his house.

The kid says yes - after a lot of negotiation - and, after Wilbur gives a brief introduction of himself, the blonde boy introduces himself as Tommy.

During this dinner, Wilbur tries to get the boy to open up about himself, but he is extremely untrusting of adults - specifically tall ones who find him in the woods.

A few things Wilbur learns about Tommy:

He is 5 years old, but he knows he looks younger

He doesn’t remember having parents - he was pretty open about it when Wilbur asked him where his Parents were - but he knows that they either left or died, he has been alone for two years.

He doesn’t want to intrude on Wilbur; multiple times he declined the offer to ‘make himself at home’ or to ‘check out the bathroom’ or ‘the guest bedroom’

He is acutely aware of his surroundings. He also has insane reflexes - Wilbur guesses that these two facts are a factor of him being alone from such a young age.

Several times, Tommy caught something that would’ve rolled off the table - Wilbur knew that these things were out of eyesight for Tommy, but he still reached out his hand and caught them without looking away from Wilbur - also, more than once, he moved his leg away just as Wilbur’s dog would’ve ran into the boy. 

Throughout the little chatter that Tommy offers, Wilbur Soot notices one more thing - the kid is funny. Really, really, funny. With the small remarks, and comments, and rebuddles, he can tell that this boy bounces off really well with Wilbur’s sense of humor.

For some reason, he finds himself laughing with this 5-year-old boy more than he had with his brothers mere nights before.

Wilbur Soot notices one more thing during dinner.

He has fallen in love (platonically you fucker) with this boy - and he won't let go.

Between his small giggles, and bright smile, and blue eyes. Tommy’s demeanor, or the way he can make Wilbur laugh, or the way Tommy held Wilbur’s hand when they walked back to his house -

Wilbur had found his little brother. He wanted to take care of and protect this kid for the rest of his life. Wilbur wanted to make Tommy giggle everyday, and teach him everything Wilbur knew about the world, he wanted to keep the boy safe - it seemed like Tommy needed that the most, the kid had been alone since he was 3 -

Wilbur Soot, whether TommyInnit liked it or not, was going to raise this kid.

That night Wilbur sat Tommy down for a small talk, that basically went like this:

“Hey, Tommy?” Wilbur drawled, looking at the blue-eyed boy, who had been sat on the floor next to Wilbur’s dog, Fluffy. (I know that’s Techno’s dog, and I know that Wilbur’s dog is PeeDog - but that’s a bit weirdchamp to put in a story.)

“Yeah, Mr. Wilbur?” Tommy had automatically answered while petting Wilbur’s dog - who had also taken an odd liking to the blonde.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Wilbur stated a small smile growing on his face.

“No - no. It's okay. You don’t have to. Really, Mr. Wilbur -” He had stopped petting Fluffy in favor of looking at the man alarmed

“No, Tommy. I want to help you.” Wilbur started, voice soft. “How about, you stay here for tonight, and then tomorrow morning, we will go from there okay?”

“I - Okay.” Tommy confirmed, looking up at Wilbur with more hope in his eyes than Wilbur thought was humanly possible. Tommy longed for a home for so long. The problem was that every kind adult he met, reminded him of a lost memory of his parents - he was filled with regret, and sorrow everytime someone offered him a home.

Wilbur though, Wilbur was different. Wilbur was young, and rendered all of his abandonment issues useless - Wilbur made Tommy feel safe. Tommy felt as though Wilbur wasn’t going to leave him.

Over the next two weeks, Tommy really warmed up to Wilbur.

He couldn’t tell all at once, but overtime, Tommy really trusted him, and Wilbur caught onto this.

He could tell in the little things Tommy did:

Like how he stopped asking every time he wanted to use the bathroom

He stopped picking around his food before eating it.

He would wait for Wilbur to wake him up at 8, instead of waking himself up at 6 am.

He wanted to start helping around the house - this made Wilbur’s heart melt.

The first time Tommy asked to help doing the dishes, Wilbur almost died right then and there.

Wilbur had to teach Tommy how to dry the dishes while he sat the small blonde on the counter.

If a small step stool appeared in the kitchen the next day - nobody mentioned it.

The most heart-warming:

Tommy had started calling Wilbur “Wil”

It happened a 10 days after Wilbur took Tommy in, the two of them were having dinner when Wilbur asked Tommy to fetch him an extra plate.

Wilbur often forgot that he had built the house to suit a 6’5 man’s needs and not a 3 foot tall child’s. Even with the step stool, Tommy struggled to reach the glassware.

A small “Wil, can you help me reach?” was heard throughout the house.

A large, goofy smile formed on the elder’s face, as he went to go help the younger. Tommy called him Wil - not Mr. Wilbur - not even Wilbur: Wil.

Of course Wilbur did help Tommy, he went over and lifted the boy up by the waist and put him on Wilbur’s shoulders. The boy then grabbed the plate with ease, giggling as Wilbur bounced back to the table.

Two days later Wilbur came up with the nickname “Toms” as it seemed fair. While “Tommy” was technically a nickname, Wilbur wasn’t sure if the boy would answer to Thomas - so it felt right for Wilbur to make up his own nickname.

Tommy secretly, really really, liked the name. It made him feel special - and hey, if it made him really, really happy, to know that someone cared about him enough to give him a nickname, he wasn’t gonna go telling people about it.

And if Wilbur noticed that Tommy smiled a little brighter every time he used that nickname, he never brought it up, he just made sure to use it a little more the next day.

  SO, on the 15th or 16th day of Tommy staying with Wilbur, Wilbur’s brothers happened to stop by.

Wilbur should’ve seen it coming sooner or later - really. He missed the meeting they were supposed to have last week, he hadn’t come by to the Antarctic Empire like he was supposed to, he hadn’t been returning their calls. He was uh - he was busy.

He was with a certain blonde.

Philza, and Technoblade landed the plane on the shore of NewFoundLand - about 40 feet away from Wilbur’s house - that August night, and obviously they were worried for their brother. Wilbur though, Wilbur had other issues at hand:

He had been showing Tommy his guitar. The blonde seemed to have a fascination with musical devices, and Wilbur tried in every way he could to get his eyes to light up, or for Tommy to frantically ask questions about it. It honestly reminded Wilbur of himself - Tommy’s need to learn and soak up the world around him.

“And this Toms,” The older man watched the boys eyes light up in delight with the mention of the nickname. “This is the E-string.” Wilbur had plucked the low-sounding string to Play for Tommy. The blonde stood up from his seated position on the floor to get closer to Wilbur, and examine the guitar strings.

He carefully picked Wilbur’s fingers off the string with a look of pure curiosity on his face. His small fingers plucking the low note his eyes grew wide and slightly startled when the music came out.

“But I thought you said this one was ‘E’ Wil?” Tommy had pointed to the thinnest string on the guitar.

“You’re right Tommy. That one is E. That is High E.” Wilbur pointed out the thinnest string, using Tommy’s finger to pluck it, with an affectionate smile playing on his face. “And this is low E.” He used Tommy’s hand to pluck the other string.

“Why did they name two strings E? That’s stupid.”

Wilbur laughed, “I wish I knew Toms, I wish I knew-” He was cut off by the sound of a plane landing. Wilbur’s smile faltered for a second before standing up from his criss-crossed position on the floor, and holding out his hand.

“We are going to meet some people Tommy, okay?”

Tommy nodded with a weary smile, but he trusted Wilbur wholeheartedly. He took a hold of the brunette's large hand, and headed outside with him.

The two brothers pushed each other over as they got out of the plane, loudly laughing and yelling “Wilbur, you’re not dead are you?”

Before they could see Wilbur coming out of his house they heard a very distinctive voice yell, “No, I’m not dead. I’ve been busy!”

Technoblade spoke up this time, “What could you have been doing that you missed your trip to the greatest Empire in the World?” He snickered - whatever Wilbur had been ‘Wilburing’ for the past few weeks, Phil and Techno would tease him relentlessly over it.

But when Wilbur came out of the small wooden house with a 5 year-old trailing behind him - they were surprised.

Phil’s eyes widened at the small mess of blonde hair that appeared behind his brother. His mouth formed an ‘o’, as he met his brother’s face with knowing eyes/ He automatically kneeled down to the boy’s level. At eye level, Phil’s dark blue eyes were met with bright sky-like ones.

He smiled warmly at the young boy, who had been hiding behind Wilbur, holding onto his hand for dear life.

“Tommy, these are my brothers. Philza Minecraft, and Technoblade - the King of the Antarctic Empire.”

“Your brothers?” Tommy questioned.

“Yeah,” Wilbur said with a soft smile, he net down to get to Tommy’s level leaving only Techno standing. “These are. You wanna say hi?”

Slowly Tommy nodded, going in front of Wilbur, with the ladders hands on his small shoulders.  

Phil spoke up first. “Hey Tommy! Is that right?” Tommy shyly nodded his head. “I’m Phil. I’m Wilbur’s older brother. It’s nice to meet you.”

To Phil, he was seeing a younger Wilbur. Sure, Wilbur had brown hair, and deep doe-like eyes, but they were two in the same. The blonde clearly trusted Wilbur - clinging onto him for dear life. Wilbur was such a cute kid, could probably get away with anything if he wanted to, he was so sweet, and innocent - and anyone wanted to help the poor kid.

Looking at Tommy and Wilbur, it seems that history was repeating itself, as all Philza could see was himself with a younger Wilbur.

“Hey.” Techno had followed Phil’s lead and introduced himself to the kid.

“Hi” Tommy finally said to the pair.

Wilbur looked between Tommy and his brothers, before scooping Tommy up and over his shoulders. Resulting in the former erupting in a fit of giggles and squeals. “Come on guys,” He nodded his head to his brothers. “I have a lot to catch you up on.”

Later that night, Tommy had fallen asleep in Wilbur’s lap. The ladder holding the small boy in a protective grip against his chest, while the other two questioned him.

“So you just found him?” Techno questioned.

“Yes! We’ve been over this - he was fighting Zombies.” Wilbur answered, acting annoyed.

“How many were there?” Techno grilled.

“I don’t know!” Wilbur faked exasperation, but quieted down when he saw Tommy slightly stir. “Like five or six.”

“And he was keeping them off him? All by himself?” Phil asked in a worried tone.

“Yes!” Techno’s eyes widened. “He was beating the shit out of them Phil, and with only a cobblestone sword.”

“This kid? Really? He’s so small.” Techno asked curious, his eyes scanning over the small blonde.

“Yes, really.” Wilbur put a hand in Tommy’s hair, as Tommy buried himself slightly deeper into Wilbur’s neck.

“Why can’t you just give him to the orphanage? You know the ones towards western Canada?” Techno suggested, no emotion playing on his face.

Wilbur had to stifle a gasp, as Phil and him had similar looks of horror on their faces. “Tech” Wilbur scolded.

“Techno, Wilbur’s already grown attached to him, besides, the boy likes it here, we can’t just give him up.” Phil tried to reason with the young king.

“Whatever.” Techno scoffed. “Doesn’t mean I have to like him.”

“You didn’t like Wilbur, when I first brought him in, and look where we are now?” Phil reminded the pink-haired man.

“This is different.”

“Sure, sure it is.” Phil laughed, leaving to go get another coffee. “Whether or not you like it. Tommy is a part of our family now Techno.”

Techno just sat there.

“Yeah,” Wilbur sighed, getting up to bring Tommy to bed. “I’m not letting him go.”

SO, guys. Later today I will be putting some shorter stuff on world building. Anyone is free to write in this AU if you want. Otherwise, I think as “(this is home)” is closing, I will be starting up this AU, and I will be writing this and my You Said Family Went to War AU from now on - once I finish the final chapter of “(this is home)” 

#tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbursoot #philza #philza minecraft #sleepy bois inc #sleepyboisinc #pae au #I'm Lilian_nator on ao3 too

[thatoneao3writer]

I’d love to know more about the sleepy bois inc. in the au.

(I don't really watch any of the Sleepy Bois Inc... but I got my sibling to help me with this one again ><)

Hello, she hired a ghostwriter... that is me :P I apologize it took so long, I know very few information about the DCU. I hope I did this some justice.

Tommyinnit

Philza knows him as a civilian. In a way it’s kinda his fault why Tommy got speed force. Tommy hides his powers from Phil bc he thought the man isn’t involved in the hero industry. It’s hilarious bc Tommy always somehow miss Phil whenever he visits the Technocave. He doesn’t know how his parents even knew Phil, the man was just there all his life he’s basically family. He likes to call Phil old a lot of times. After Phil ‘officially’ learns he’s the Tommyinnit, Tommy will sometimes watch Phil build a new gadget and Phil would explain what he’s doing. Tommy wouldn’t understand what’s happening but for some reason watching him was relaxing.

Tommy really looks up to Technoblade as a role model ever since Wilbur turned to villainy. When Tubbo or any of his friends isn’t available to hang out with, he would almost always go to the Technocave first before anywhere else. He loves sparing with Techno, he won a fair amount of time. Tommy always says he’ll train hard enough to get muscles as though as bedrock just like the ones that Techno has. Bedrock Bros anyone? Tommy cried on his arms once, only when he confessed to Techno how he’s having doubts about his worth as a hero and if it was even worth it, maybe Wilbur is right. Tommy likes to act tough when he’s around Techno, he sometimes calls him “The Blade” (affectionally).

Wilbur introduced Tommy to the sbi, well he introduced his hero form. He loves loved Wilbur like a brother he never had. Tommy gave a beanie to Wilbur bc he didn’t have anything else with him when out of the blue Wilbur announced it was his birthday. You know the blue cotton candy named Friend? Well, When Wil became a villain Tommy bought one and named it Friend for Wilbur... after ranting *coughs*ugly crying*coughs* to it for a long while he ate the whole thing, he felt sick afterwards bc the thing was so old. He basically kept the thing intact longer than what Wilbur owned, which was 3 weeks.

His hero origins began like this. His parents was kind busy that week that why Phil was the one to pick him up from school. It just so happened that his uncle was running errands for his boss so Tommy tagged along. He was left on the lobby of course but Tommy was too Tommy so of course after a while he decided to explore. 

If there was one thing that Tommy learned from Phil was that confidence can go a long way. If you  act like you know you belong somewhere people will not question it, his height certainly helped. He stumbled upon a restricted area that looked like a lab, very pog. While he was not that interested in science he could appreciate how cool that whole room was, Tubbo would probably love it.

Tommy had a bright idea, he took out his phone and then decided to vlog for Tubbo. He was standing next to some strange chemicals when the lightning struck, chemicals exploded and he was doused with it resulting in him gaining powers. His phone was fries of course. And the rest was history. He became a vigilante first, and he struggled a lot before Wilbur found him and made him his sidekick.

Technoblade

Techcnoblade is an orphan, deal with it lol.

Phil began as a mentor, he was the rock that steadied him when his parents died. Overtime their relationship balanced and they became close friends. He created the blueprints and schematics for his different gadgets but most of the time building the actual things were passed to Phil. Sometimes when he stressed he’d seek out Phil and just vibe beside him. Sometime he can’t sleep he’d walk to his kitchen to drink water and somehow Phil is always there already making him a hot chocolate dink.

When he started out as a hero Wilbur was already on the scene. They met while there was a villain rampaging on the city. Wilbur spooked him by phasing trough wall that Techno was leaning on. “Hello!” “Hehhh? Bruh you startled me.” “Oh you’re injured? Here have some blue.” Wilbur splattered some blue ectoplasm on the wound and somehow the tissues healed themselves. Wilbur will always claim their twins especially if in the front of other heroes. Techno will grumble that their not but secretly he likes the idea of them being brothers. He was devastated when Wil became a villain, he trashed so many criminals that night.

He did not like Tommy at first, he thought he was too chaotic and bothersome. The only reason why he even gave the kid a chance was because Wilbur introduced him and Phil told him to give the kid a chance. Tommy was like a fungus, he grew on Techno frightenedly fast. He didn’t want Tommy to become a hero, bc he didn’t want Tommy to be hurt unfortunately he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Techno doesn’t do emotions but when Tommy cried in front of him he tried to imagine what Phil would do in the situation. It seemed to work bc Tommy became calmer after that. When Tommy confessed how he’s not a good enough of a hero and asked if being a hero was even worth it Techno wanted to tell him to just quit and live his life normally bc being a hero is painful and will slowly kill you on the inside. But no, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t lose another brother not again. He told Tommy what being a hero truly means, that is wasn’t always rainbows and sunshine, that sometimes you had to do wretched things to protect the people you love, that in certain instances being a hero wasn’t worth it. But, he explained, there was times where being a hero was worth it and a hero is someone who helps people that are incapable of helping themselves. He shouldn’t loose sight of what being a hero really means.

Philza

Phil is not a hero, not really. He was a hero before but now he’s retired but there was still a chance that he’d be called back for duty.

Phil knew Tommy in and out of being a hero. When he was still on active duty he saved a young couple from a villain he became friends with them. They trust him with Tommy. They originally wanted him to become his godfather but Phil refused bc he thought he’d still be a hero for a long time. When a new hero called Tommyinnit appeared he knew it was Tommy. The kid had no subtitles. Of course he wasn’t going to mention it until Tommy was ready. He liked to ruffle Tommy’s hair but it lessened bc the kid grew like a weed and he always tried to dodge it, it especially became a lot harder after Tommy gained super speed. Whenever Tommy was hurt Phil would feel a bit guilty because he knew that it was partially his fault why Tommy gained super powers, it was especially strong after Wilbur became a villain.

Phil met Wilbur through Techno. The man was chaotic especially as a civilian. While Phil was not a father something in Wilbur awakens his parental instincts. That’s why he accepted the Dadza moniker that Wilbur gave him. Wilbur liked to sleep and crash on the Technocave and whenever he does that Phil would always bring down pillows and a blanket for Wilbur. After Wil became a villain Phil cried alone he never told it to anyone not even Techno bc he didn’t want to burden his charge. Sometimes Phil would forget that Wilbur will never go back to the cave that he would bring a pillow or a blanket with him in the cave before he realizes that no, Wilbur is not there-- his son is not there.

After Phil retired from being a hero he wanted to experience some thing new so he travelled the world as a tourist but sometime he’d help out people in trouble. One of those people were Techno’s family. He saved Techno from attempted kidnapping. They were so grateful they shouldered the expenses of Phil’s different trips, the couple along with their young son Techno went with him of course bc they wanted to know who saved their son. After a few trips they tried to hire Phil, with nothing to do he accepted. It was suppose to be a short stint but after the death of Techno’s parents Phil ended becoming the guardian to Techno. 

He never thought he’d go back to the hero industry but somehow Techno managed to become a hero. Phil would follow Techno anywhere bc he know that no matter what anyone else says Techno is not invincible and sooner or later the man would fall and crash and burn and he wanted to be there when it happens, he wanted to be there to catch him.

Wilbur

Tommy is like a brother to him. But it wasn’t always like that. Tommy was just a random kid, a new hero, that barged in during one of his patrols. The kid was so loud, and fast, and so annoying. He wanted to leave the Tommy then and there but Wilbur saw how his costume was frayed around the edges, how there was plasters littering his face and knuckles. Wilbur knew he couldn’t leave him, not really. So he took tommy under his wing, he taught him how to dodge and how to fall properly. He gave him a costume that more heat resistant and more protective than what he was using. Wilbur taught him a lot of things. He was messing with Tommy when he said it was his birthday, he never thought Tommy would actually give him something that was why he was shocked when Tommy gave him the beanie. He didn’t have the heart to tell Tommy that it was just a prank. When he became a villain whenever Tommy was praised by the media he couldn’t help but still feel proud. That was his brother of course.

Phil was the father figure that Wilbur needed. Sometimes he couldn’t feel but be jealous of Techno because he was always with Phil. Whenever he hyperfixates on something one of the first person he’d infodump to is Phil. He’d sometimes sing random songs for Phil. One of the things he missed after he became a villain was Phil’s cooking, his hugs, and the way he laughed. He almost went back to the cave because of it, the only reason why he didn’t was because Jack reminded him that he was a villain now.

Wilbur knew he was older than Techno but it was so much fun telling other people they’re twins. Wilbur knew Techno can’t express emotions very well that’s why he was ok to just vibe with the man. Sometimes they’d have the same hyperfixation they’d forget to eat, Phil will drag them to eat. Techno liked to play with his hair, Wilbur let’s him bc Techno rarely touches anyone except maybe during sparing sessions.

After Wilbur became a villain he kept picture of his brothers and dad. He knew that someday they’d realize why becoming a villain was the right thing to do maybe someday they’d come and join him and when that day comes he’d welcome them with open arms and become a family once again. Until then he’d do his best to make them proud.

#sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #ask #oh god this took so long- #long post #philza #sbi #notmike #ttau