He never got to enjoy his afternoon tea.
Philza’s POV on the ending of the Dream SMP. 1448 words
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43111627
Huge thanks to my friends @energy-emi1y and @Bokuaka_Official on AO3!
He’d just put the kettle on the fire, preparing it for a nice cup of afternoon tea after an hard day of working outside in the cold, the snow that he dragged in through his boots now laying in half-molten puddles on their hard wooden floor. The lullaby he’d been murmuring as he picked through his stockpile of teabags, neatly stored in an hand-carved basket, searching for something he’d have an taste for halted abruptly in his throat as his gaze found the missile. Gazing through the open window, Philza felt his shoulders sag as he watched the projectile ascend high into the sky until it was finally lost beyond the low-hanging clouds of an cold afternoon. Hands trembling with dread, the man put the casket down before he could lose his grip on it. He’d always known that the long-lasting skirmish between Tommy and the pretend-God would eventually end the world. He never could’ve known it literally would.
The shrill whistle of the kettle filled the room, signaling to Philza that his tea was ready. The noise startled some of the crows, perched on the shelves around the room. Phil let out a small crow in an half-hearted attempt to calm them as he allowed his mind to wander. The tea would never be cool enough in time to drink anyway. It just didn’t matter anymore.
Just the other day had he met the golden-haired boy, finding him at his son’s memorial, startling the lad as the Angel of Death had descended the sky with the intent to pay his own respects to the shrine. If Tommy rapidly swept the tears away that shone in the young man’s eyes, Philza had chosen not to comment on that. He’d had let plenty of tears fall when he’d visited this site himself. There had been something fierce in Tommy’s gaze that day; a feral determination that made his sapphire-blue eyes burn like an cold, undying fire as he spoke of his plan. With their goodbyes said, did Philza had watch him go, the lad now armed with the armor and the blessing he presented him. Only after Tommy had turned his back, did Philza whisper an prayer to his late wife to keep the golden-haired man safe.
The murder of crows, the ever-so loyal flock Philza’d affectionately been calling ‘Chat’, were truly panicking now, sensing the impending doom. Their terrified caws seemed to even drown out the still sound of the whistle of the kettle, left behind to burn out on the stove. Philza let out a weary sign; he knew time was running short. The explosion would soon be upon them, destroying everything in its wake. Blowing a short, shrill whistle to his birds, he quickly gained their attention. Black beady eyes fixed on the man as they awaited his command, bristling their wings as they anticipated his words. “Go find Wilbur”, the Angel of Death breathed, his voice sounding stronger than he felt. The sound of flapping wings filled the room as the birds took wing for the open sky as they found their way through the unlocked window. There’d be no more time for goodbyes or I love you’s. It pained Philza deeply to know that he should’ve said it more when there was still time. His son had inherited his mother’s brain though, he’d have to understand. Philza hoped he would understand. The man watched the second-to-last crow reach for the open sky, finding their way to wherever Philza’s son resided. The Angel of Death’s fallen descendant would at last be getting his feathers.
Only one crow remained, as Philza knew he would. Dave, the smallest of the flock, that Philza himself hand-fed and nursed back to health after finding the bird, still just a chick back then, freezing and alone in the winter’s cold. The bird had never really adhered to his commands, nor would he now. Little crow-feet landed on Philza’s shoulder as he tenderly nibbled at his ear. With the bird now happily perched on his shoulder, did Philza found his way to the bed chambers where he knew he’d find his friend resting.
Technoblade was right where he’d expected him to be. His pupil, his ally, his best friend, would truly sleep through everything. Even the end of the world, Philza thought, though he suppressed the bleak thought almost immediately. The Piglin-Hybrid lay in a deep slumber, his chest gently rising and falling, blissfully unaware of the situation going outside his personal dream world. He looked so peaceful, Philza realized, giving him a feeling of tranquility as he eyed his friend snore softly in his sleep. They still had one Totem of Undying left; the last one remaining after the failed attempts of trying to resurrect Philza’s son, so many moons ago.
Philza briefly considered shoving the figure into the Hybrid’s hands; saving his friends life. Yet when he watched the man he’d almost consider a second son rest so peacefully, his gaze untroubled, he recognized he couldn’t, even though the thought made his heart break even more. Technoblade would never truly forgive the Angel, nor would he let himself forget, if he were to survive. Instead, the Piglin-Hybrid would waste the rest of his days trying to find a way to resurrect his winged friend; just as he had already done for their fallen friend and member of the Syndicate, Ranboo. No, as much as the thought brought him sorrow, he knew it’d be a kinder fate to let his Technoblade rest alongside him. They’d both reconcile with their Enderman friend soon enough.
Philza had to bite his cheek from screaming out in agony, the tear in his heart growing with the weight of his decision as he picked up the blanket from the ground which his friend had thrown off him in his sleep. With trembling hands, he gently tucked in his friend, suppressing the urge to give the other man a peck on the cheek like he used to do with Wil, back when his son still needed him. Delicately stroking a few pink strands of hair away from his friend’s face, he smiled down affectionately at his friend. A single tear ran down his cheek.
It’d be almost time soon. Philza strode towards the stairs, sparing the resting figure of his dearest friend one last glance as he desperately tried to ignore the lump in his throat. Finding his way through their cabin, Philza passed by the portraits of his son and his son’s best friend. He kept walking. The whistling of the kettle had ceased; apparently having given up on gaining his attention. His coat he left hanging on the coatrack as he kicked open the front door, welcoming the icy wind from outside enveloping him. The outside world was eerily quiet; all animals had fled in their attempt to survive. Some would make it to safety. The fresh layer of snow cracked underneath his boots as Philza’s scanned the horizon for the missile, finding it on it already to be on its descent soon enough. His final flight would have to be a short one.
Spreading out his wings, ignoring the freezing cold ruffling his plumage, threatening to freeze his smaller feathers, rendering them useless, did Philza take off, scattering the powdery snow surrounding him around with a powerful beat of his wings. He knew that if he turned his gaze towards the air next to him, he’d find Dave, joining him in his final ascend to the horizon. Instead, Philza kept his eyes locked on the clouds, blocking off the sun from view. Though struggling as the air grew thinner around him and his still-healing wings aching, was Philza determined to make it. He let out a yowl as he finally broke through the clouds, enjoying himself despite everything. Dave followed shortly after, cawing happily as the bird flew in circles around him. It was pleasant up here, above the clouds. The sun felt warm upon his face and Philza allowed himself to enjoy this brief moment of peace. Somewhere in the distance, somewhere far down below him on the earth, did he hear the dull sound of an explosion. The Angel of Death exhaled before folding his wings behind him, letting himself fall. Philza did not know if the fall would kill him or the blast of the explosion. The fear still lay deep in his chest as he crashed through the clouds, Dave not far behind as the bird followed him in their final dive. As the ground rushed towards him, the man closed his eyes. He knew his late wife would catch him.
Philza never got to enjoy his afternoon tea.
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i dont remember tweeting this but i was so right
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Children Of Strange Magic
A Sleepybois Family Fic unrelated to the DreamSMP, also known as “the boarish curse AU”
(For the sake of clarity, Techno and Wilbur are referred to as such even before they change their names.)
PREQUEL
“There was no need for such an act of violence!” The High Cleric spat, waver of fear in his voice overpowered by condemnation. The figure that stood before him simply stared with ice-cold eyes and shrugged. “It was in the way, and I needed the resources.” The High Cleric looked at his surroundings, the once-thriving village decimated, townsfolk fleeing and falling to the monsters of the night with their guardian no longer there to protect them. The High Cleric knew that within all the surrounding lands, he alone possessed enough magic to face off against this figure of destruction, knowing now that the large black wings were not those of an angel but rather the heralding of murder the way crows circled doomed bodies. He also knew it was futile to fight, that no one here he could save. But he would not let this injustice go unrepented.
Summoning every last ounce of magic within his body, draining his lifeforce of it to be sure it was enough, the High Cleric spoke in an ancient, forgotten language, the remnants of which only could be seen now etched into the blades of powerful swords and armor. His words drew purple in the air, swirling around him. It was all he had. “Your boarish nature shall have its price upon you! A curse upon thee! Your children will bear your sins for all the world to see, and your lineage shall never know peace from the actions you have shown here today!” The words stopped swirling around the High Cleric and surrounded the figure, sinking into his skin and burrowing deep into his blood. And with that, the High Cleric had no more magic within him. “Right, that’s enough out of you,” The figure said, seeming no more than irritated despite all the cleric had done. A blade came down, and then all that was left of the village was blood staining the earth.
PART ONE
[Under the cut]
“Boarish nature, fucking--” Philza muttered to himself under his breath as he anxiously went about his morning routine, far more distressed than one would expect for the activity he was attempting-- which was the simple act of making two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. In all honesty, he had forgotten about the curse. The High Cleric that had cursed him-- that he’d killed-- had been dead for so many generations, and society and technology had progressed and advanced so far, that even after remembering about it he didn’t think the magic would still be viable. Apparently, magic didn’t work like that. At first, Philza hadn’t been sure, but even now that he was, he didn’t know how to bring it up. He didn’t know how to tell them. But he was going to have to eventually. Which worried him, because--
“Daaaaaaaaaddd!” A distressed voice called from the bathroom, as if on cue, and Philza sighed, setting down the half a sandwich he’d managed to make in all his time worrying. “Coming, I’m coming!” He shouted back, but apparently not fast enough because he was called again at an ear-splitting volume this time. “DAAAAAAAD!” Philza burst through the bathroom door, half-breathless, half-exasperated. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
Wilbur was staring into the mirror, anxiously poking at his teeth with his finger, mainly his lower incisors. “They’re bigger than yesterday,” He pouted. And sharper, Phil noted, but he certainly wasn’t going to say as much. He stared at Wilbur in bewilderment. “That’s it? That’s what the big ruckus was about?” Wilbur looked insistently towards Phil. “There’s something wrong with them, Dad, I can feel it.” Phil sighed. “It’s just-- it’s just your adult teeth still growing in, we’ve talked about this,” he lied. Phil looked towards Technoblade, the twin distinguishable only by his haircut and the look of pure exhaustion on his face. “What about you, Techno, you alright?”
“I was until I had my eardrums shattered,” Techno complained. Phil looked carefully at his mouth when he spoke, noting that Techno, too, had longer and sharper lower incisors than he ought to. Wilbur instantly turned on his brother. “Are not! They’re big on you too!” Techno looked at Phil, who just put his hands up helplessly. Techno sighed in frustration. “Wilbur, please. It’s too early for this. I could be growing a tail and I wouldn’t care right now.” Wilbur’s eyes went wide and Phil sighed-- having lost track of how many times he’d done that already this morning-- knowing where this was going now. “Techno, leave, I have to check something.” Techno just shot him a look. “You leave, I’m trying to get ready for school!”
Phil straightened up and got himself steadied, pushing aside his and their worries about strange teeth. “Right. Unless it’s an actual emergency, don’t call for me unless you don’t want sandwiches today and only want bread. For god’s sake I haven’t even gotten a full one made.” Techno and Wilbur stopped their bickering to look smugly at Phil. “How long does it take to make a sandwich?” They both asked in unison, and Phil rolled his eyes and shut the door.
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“When I was very young,” Phil starts, before Technoblade immediately interrupts. “Like our age?” Wilbur needles him in the side with his elbow. “Don’t be stupid, Phil was never our age.” Phil chuckles softly, and looks at Wil. “That’s true,” He says simply, for lack of a better explanation. He continues again. “When I was very young, I did something very cruel.” He pauses for a moment. “What’d you do?” Wilbur is the one who interrupts this time. “It doesn’t matter anymore. But what does matter is that I was cursed for my ‘boarish behavior’.” Wilbur’s eyes widen, while Technoblade nods sagely. “Boarish behavior. I get it.” Wilbur hisses under his breath “I knew it!” in reference to his teeth.
Phil nodded, the boys smart enough to make the connection on their own. They could be rowdy and chaotic, but they were both clever, and they took in the information quite well. They sat waiting with curious and concerned eyes, waiting patiently now for Phil to continue talking. “The good news is, I talked with a cleric about it. I had to search for a while to find one who knew what he was talking about, but when I did, he was quite helpful. He thinks there’s a way to slow it fairly indefinitely, but that part’s up to you boys mostly. I know it’s late, so we can talk specifics tomorrow-- nothing is going to happen overnight. I promise.”
He’s so proud of his boys. They take the news so well, nodding and being rational, even though Wil is a little pouty. “It’s not fair that you were mean so we got cursed.” Phil nods in agreement and sighs. “That’s true, but unfortunately that’s how they did stuff back then. Curses worked through bloodlines. It was so long ago I didn’t think the magic was still there,” He admitted, hoping desperately his boys will forgive him. “We forgive you,” Techno says, almost immediately, after sharing a glance with Wilbur. “People change-- it’s not your fault that the loser who cursed you didn’t know that.” Phil flushes a little. Well, it’s a little more complicated than that-- but he’ll take what he can get. They didn’t know the specifics, anyway.
“So the good news is that there’s a way to slow it or halt it for potentially forever, but there is other news,” Phil says, and the boys stiffen and brace themselves. He waits until they’re fully braced. “Right. So. Firstly, you’re going to have to pick a new name for yourselves.” He is met with confusion. Understandable. “I have to show you something.” He takes his kimono off, revealing the undergarment that he wears during the day. “This,” He says, pointing to it, “Is a garment made of silk and magic. It functions similar to an enderchest.” He unfastens the front, shuffling out of it the way he always does-- and the room is covered nearly wall to wall by his dark wingspan.
Phil smirks to himself at the looks on Techno and Wilbur’s faces. They’re speechless, in awe, to think this could be their dad. “You’re an angel,” Wilbur gasps, and Phil smiles again. “Not quite.” He won’t be elaborating any time soon. “I’m trusting you boys with this information,” Phil says sternly, and they both nod with wide eyes and the pure feelings of wonder that few but children experience. “But I am not fully human. And,” He sighs, wings unfolding and resting comfortably against his back, “Unfortunately, neither are you two anymore.”
“This means,” He says sharply, holding up a finger to silence the open mouth that meant Wilbur was preparing to interrupt again, “That we’re going to have to move to an area that’s friendlier with non-humans. So tonight, we’re going to learn a bit about the culture-- starting with True Names.” Well, his boys were nothing if not eager to learn about different cultures, he’d admit that. They were able to focus on their intense curiosity, leaning forward as Phil crouched back down to explain.
“Right. So non-humans-- called whatever their species name is, or ‘hybrids’ if they’re part human part something else-- are often a little more connected with magic than most. They try not to teach magic in human-centric schools, because it can be very dangerous, and different types of magic are specific to different non-human beliefs. You following?” Wilbur has a question on his lips, but he holds it, and instead they both nod eagerly.
“Most magic, though, derives from the concept of a True Name. That’s always the name that’s given by a loved one, usually your parent. There are a few exceptions, but this is by and large the case. See, knowing a True Name means you can cast stronger magic on that person, like a blessing-- but also like a curse.” He pauses. Lets the information sink in. They had a long day at school already, and this is a lot-- but they soak up the information with glee, and Phil is eternally grateful. This could have gone so much worse. He’s sure it will be at some point, but for now, he can explain as much as he needs to keep them safe.
“So non-humans never tell others their True Names. Especially other non-humans. Unless they’re someone you love with your whole heart, and you’re certain they feel the same. That’s why you need new names-- if we’re going to a place that’s friendlier with non-humans, you’re going to need a name that isn’t your True Name. So it’s basically just going by a nickname. You can think on it though, yeah?”
To Phil’s surprise, neither of them do. “I’m going to be Technoblade,” Technoblade says instantly, “Because I saw it once and it sounds cool.” Phil nods, a little confused but remembering that his boys are only eight after all. “You can always change it later,” He says, more as an affirmation to himself than anyone else. Maybe it’ll grow on him. “I can just be Wilbur,” Wil says, “Like Wilboar. Because it’s almost my name, but it’s not really-- and I’ll still be me even if I’m not human.” He says it almost confidently, but there’s a pleading look in his eyes. It’s a question. Phil gently puts his hand on Wilbur’s shoulder and ruffles his hair. “Aw, don’t worry mate,” He says sympathetically, “Magic can’t change who you are inside unless you want it to, unless you let it. You’ll be fine. You’ll still be my son.” He looks to Technoblade. “You too. Nothing you do will change that. I promise. The both of you.”
Now he can accept questions, and the two can sense it, clearly bursting with them and ready to learn. He’ll answer a few as best as he can before the two have to sleep. “Are you gonna have to change your name?” Technoblade asks, and it’s a surprisingly clever question. “Nope. Unfortunately, I was around before last names existed. This is the only name I’ve ever had.” He wonders if any of that affected the curse. Did it even matter, now that it was in motion and the caster long dead? Hmm. “How old are you?!?” Wilbur asks, bewildered at that answer. Phil cackles. “I’ll never tell,” He says teasingly.
Sensing that was about it for the night, Phil gets up and the boys follow suit-- he’s ready to cart them to bed if necessary, but they seem more than ready to sleep-- or at least whisper between themselves conspiring and wondering. In the hallway, the two pause. Technoblade and Wilbur do the twin thing, and look at eachother, before gently (for siblings at least) poking and prodding the other in an effort to not be the one to ask, before they come to a conclusion. “What about Hazel?” Wilbur asks, and Phil’s heart hurts a little bit. They have a good point.
“Hazel is coming with us,” Phil starts, and finds it a bit amusing when both of them relax a little. Did they think they were just going to leave him behind? “He’s your sibling after all. And he’ll likely be affected by the same curse, just not ‘til he’s about your age. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, and I imagine you two will be a lot more grown-up by then.” They both nod in relief, before silently bickering again and Technoblade speaks this time. “So do we get tomorrow off?” He asks, and Phil cackles so loud he wakes Hazel up on accident. “Yes, fine--” The boys high-five-- “But don’t expect to spend the whole day lounging around. We’ll have stuff to do.”
“That’s fine!” They shout, racing into their room, and Phil would tell them off for potentially waking Hazel if he hadn’t just done so a few seconds ago. “Go to bed!” He calls sternly but lovingly instead, and goes in to check on Hazel. He hushes the child, cooing and not bothering at this point to hide his wings. Hazel will grow up knowing. Wilbur and Technoblade will always have that shared moment of discovery. Each its own blessing and curse. The new world was so strange. So many different ways to navigate it, and none at all like how it used to be. That was okay, though. Change was a part of everything. Change was a part of the seasons, a part of cultures and species, a part of curses and blessings, and something his boys would do as they grew up. He looked at his sleeping son, and thought about his other two sons as well, even if chances were slim they were sleeping just yet. The world was so worth living in.
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sbi foster care au where instead of one of them (usually tommy) being taken in by phil with the other two as his sons (adopted or not), wilbur is phils biological son taken away by the cps bc of neglect, and in the system he meets a collorful cast of characters including:
tommy, age 12, younger but much more experienced with the foster system since he's been in it for a long while, who somehow is still a ball of never ending energy
bad&skeppy, foster parents
tubbo, age 13, a temporary placement, while his father is trying to get back custody after getting sober,
dream and foolish, ages 17&14, absolute menaces, their mother is in the hospital after a car crash, and they have no other family bc they recently moved from america,
techno, who is same age as wilbur but got emancipated after a failed adoption, and works at the local library,
quackity (we don't know what his deal is)
george, a very tired 19y/o social work uni student whos there on placement
kristin, the person george is shadowing,
nikki, a daughter of a local baker, a sweetheart who takes no shit, friend of technos,
fundy, age 7, and his older siblings sally&milo (18) are trying to get custody of him bc their father is transphobic
charlie slimesicle, a social worker who has something deeply wrong with him
purpled, a jaded 12 year old
and more!
all while phil is running like a headless chicken trying to get back custody of wilbur after the very cold awakening of realising he's been a shit parent
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I need agere fanfics!!
If you are in the littlespace comunity and have any good fics for any of the fandoms below please please please gimme!! Reading other charachters (esp, comfort characters) being small helps me be small so much! Thanks<3
Sanders Sides, Good Omens, The Magnus Archives, Welcome To Nightvale, The Owl House, Ducktales, Percy Jackson, Musicals, Sleepy bois inc.
Or any others that have good writing! I'm also trying to work with my bf on helping him understand how to help me, so if there are any that are especially good CG wise, send 'em here!
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Doodlin sbi as snow leopards until Maple writes her snow leopard au:
Day 24 - Sbi
"family outing"
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The Pink Man by daniartonline & juliberry
or, a bedrock bros gray man au
fic link
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uh oh, guess what
new chapter baby
lets go
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i made a cover for my interactive discord fic [ a different interactive fic from the instagram one mentioned in this post ]
copypasting the summary from the discord:
Villain AU where Tommy's power is Murphy's Law
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Tommy has a superpower. Great, cool even. It would be, anyways, if it actually helped him somehow.
Definition of Murphy's Law: an observation anything that can go wrong, will
Tommy plugged his phone in the night before? No he didn't, it's dead. He's running late for work and just barely caught the bus? Boom. Some heroes are fighting a villain and the road is wrecked.
The only good thing it that it only inconveniences him, and the largest possible amount of people around him. Meaning he's at least able to have friends, to some extent; even better that his best friend Tubbo is a genius and always plans for everything, so at most he's not allowed over when he's working on anything.
Life is mostly normal for him at this point, eighteen years is a long enough time to get used to what would be living hell for anyone else.
But now what happens when he's at the largest bank in the city and the criminal group known as SleepyBois Inc decide to rob it?
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prompt was given by @toasty-warm
without boarder under the cut
I made it with the idea that it's a discord server icon in mind and was lazy with the edges so ehhh
man i am so good at marketing my fics. no i will not shade this shading is of The Devil
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C!Benchtrio & C!Sleepybois Inc drawing collab
(More information below)
How will this work?
People who are willing to participate can either comment below this post or dm me on tumblr and Instagram. I'll add the chosen artists to a group chat on either Discord or Instagram (not really necessary partake in the collab but definitely the easiest option). In the group chat, we will discuss ideas for the collab until we find something everybody agrees on. Whoever takes which character will be decided amongst the group, but feel free to dm me your wishes :)
Why should I join?
The first and most important reason should be that one can enjoy this collab. However, this could also be a possibility to support other artists, which personally is a very important point for me. Maybe you can even find some new art mutuals for future projects like collabs or art trades.
"What if my art isn't good enough..."
Everyone is very welcome to join no matter what their art style looks like or what skill level they are at.
C!Benchtrio Collab 0/2
(4 artists in total)
C!Sbi Collab 0/2
(6 artists in total)
For any further questions, dm me or leave a comment!
Disclaimer I do not support Cc!Wilbur, but I am okay with art of his character or fan interpretations of his characters
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about me
feelin like maybe making a little intro into my blog for once!
i mostly rb general stuff here :)
my main blog for the dragon prince is @self-spaghettification !
aka my special interest of 10 months </3
quick content warning for my blog: i sometimes post depression/suicidal ideation based content! there also may be nsfw content, i don't really filter/categorize that!
other than that this blog is pretty much just media i like/wanna watch, things i find interesting, issues i care about, relate, or thirst lol
other stuff is below the cut
Hello there! ✧
This is me :]
i love:
❤︎the dragon prince
❤︎the magnus archives
❤︎hazbin hotel ish
❤︎goth subculture
❤︎psychedelic rock
❤︎vampires
currently consuming:
✰supernatural
✰Lego Monkie kid
✰death note
✰the magnus protocol
inactively consuming:
✰hollow knight
✰omori
✰chainsaw man
✰revolutionary girl utena
✰adventure time
✰the bell jar (?)
✰vox machina (at my friend’s behest)
✰what we do in the shadows
things i plan to consume:
➢the case study of vanitas manga
➢dunmeshi (bc @thrandilf )
➢interview with a vampire (⬇️)
➢vampire diaries (⬇️)
➢hannibal (i blame miharin)
➢american psycho
➢elvira
➢tales of arcadia
➢amphibia (bc my sister)
➢the powerpuff girls rewatch <3
➢loki season 2
➢why women kill
➢discworld
➢live action atla
other things i enjoyed/consumed in the past!
❀our flag means death s1 & s2 <3
❀ You
❀hazbin hotel
❀scott pilgrim og movie
❀the magnus archives
❀the adventure zone
❀the penumbra podcast
❀nimona
❀atsv
❀raya
❀the owl house
❀fionna and cake
❀atla and tlok
❀good omens
❀my little pony (it's been a very long time though)
❀gravity falls
❀dsmp / sleepybois inc (why did like 50% of them end up being pedos/abusers 😭) (I’m also somehow not surprised )
❀sanders sides (when the season 2 finale comes out I’ll drop everything for it RAHH)
❀arcane (when s2 drops I’ll drop everything for it)
❀she-ra reboot
❀castlevania: nocturne
❀celeste
❀hades
❀glitchtale (&aus, of which i contributed to)
❀undertale (&aus)
things i like to do
♪be chronically online (jk but not really HAH)
♪analyzing media
♪journaling
♪drawing
♪writing
♪coding (sort of doing it freelance for money right now lol)
♪thrifting/fashion
♪knitting
♪making playlists
♪making music
♪playing indie video games
♪walks and bike rides
♪doing silly things for the hell of it
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First fic for Twinsduo Week!!!
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Our hearts go out to the Sleepyboys Inc and DSMP fandoms in their time of need, you are in our thoughts as you recover from Tommy's video today </3
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Hello and welcome!
This blog is [currently still a work in progress but is] centered around 2020-style Sleepybois Inc! Pre-SBI-on-the-DreamSMP style!
Which means:
Philza is the dad
Technoblade and Wilbur are twins
(Technoblade is, as decreed by Wilbur of course, the oldest sibling)
Tommy is the youngest son
CaptainSparklez is Tubbo’s dad
We also have early season pre-lore Manhunt-style Dreamteam! Though I probably won’t post those bits til later.
More or less, this fic is written out of order, and I encourage you to send asks if you’d like to know more!
Thanks for reading!
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remembering that period in my life where i enjoyed dream smp and sleepybois inc. Didn't care for Dream but I enjoyed the fandom. I liked the story, now I don't keep up with anything from there so Idk what happened. Stopped after Techno passed. Kinda miss that time. I wasn't too involved with fandoms and dramas or whatsoever, just casual enjoyer
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