#techno really just said “ah yes friends”

[bubble-popping]

techno walking dream around in a leash

everyone else: 👁👄👁

hello i am back with more questions :)

- does punz ever find dream? what about sam/quackity? - also, if punz does find him, and tries to convince dream to come back, what will be dream's reaction? - what about The Plan™ - does techno have lima sydrome? - what does dream's daily routine look like after the prison escape? - would techno make dream use the revive book on ranboo? what does niki think?

thank you for answering all my asks <3<3<3

Ah, hello again :D it's nice to see u in my inbox again :>

Answers under the cut, and yes it'd be quite the sight if anyone saw that (remembers the Dream shorts vid where Techno just had him on a leash for Some Reason...)

C!Punz does find him eventually, yes! They track c!Techno to the trophy room and wait for him to leave before breaking in. He's always been an excellent tracker and Techno starts to get a little complacent and less on edge since they haven't shown their face around since that initial visit. They get inside and it's clear neither he nor c!Dream are expecting what they see.

C!Quackity grows less concerned about Dream and the revive book as his main goal of reviving c!Schlatt quickly deteriorated into a simple lust for Dream's blood and suffering. C!Sam, on the other hand, grows much more concerned and looks day and night for him, at least for a while. Weeks pass and everyone is tired of looking, and soon enough so is Sam. The search party is basically called off and many people are left to their own devices. There's an air of the lingering threat that Dream may return, but people more or less get on with their lives. Especially Quackity, who's doing Big Things in Las Nevadas :)

Dream's reaction upon seeing Punz is great confusion, a little fear, and some relief and excitement. Techno said this place was completely safe and no one would find them. That was clearly a lie. But, it's Punz! Punz is his friend! His greatest ally! He's very happy, hugging them and smiling widely. Then, the fear bubbles up and he wonders what Techno would think. Probably not too happy.

And when Punz is insistent that they leave right that minute because this isn't a safe place, this is no better than the prison, Dream resolutely refutes. This place is much better than the prison! He gets good food, warm clothes, a comfy bed, and Techno loves him! Punz doesn't agree. He says they have to return to The Plan asap! Except, by then, as Dream has talked with Techno and explained why he did all he did, Techno poked a million different holes in his logic until he couldn't argue for it anymore. All The Plan got him was bruised and beaten and weak and alone. Techno was very convincing. Dream couldn't justify it anymore, the ends didn't justify the means anymore. Punz is... lost. They're unsure. They set it aside for a moment and instead emphasize that Dream is still very much trapped. He still has no real freedom. And doesn't he want to see his friends? Doesn't he want to get revenge? Dream... honestly hadn't thought about them all that much. He's been quite occupied. But Punz isn't taking no for an answer. Dream's at a critical crossroad. Should he leave and get back his freedom but risk losing everythimg he'd built with Techno? Or should he stay where he's found love and a home and comfort but then have to deal with his adamant ally?

So, had to look that up, but I think Lima Syndrome would describe Techno quite well! It would happen very gradually, but ultimately the connection would be surface level. Deep connections do not come easy to Techno. It took him centuries to be such good friends with Phil. Dream probably won't live long enough for their relationship to become a true, meaningful bond. He says he loves Dream, at first just to placate him because Dream certainly says it first. But then he thinks he means it. He's not really sure what that entails.

The first days in the trophy room are spent mostly exploring for him. Pushing at all the walls to search for any amount of give, though he finds none of course. There's little to do but eat, sleep, and write as Techno generously filled a chest with books and quills. Techno provided him with a lot more comforts than the prison ever had. It has working bathing appliances, a soft bed with blankets and pillows, and ways to cook the food in the storage. But, it's quiet. Quieter than the prison ever was. There's no one around, not until Techno returns. He also spends a lot of time thinking, about everything and nothing. Then, as Dream grows more and more attached to Techno as he's the only person he ever sees now, he does things that he thinks will make Techno happy, that will make him come by more often. He cooks food and takes up knitting (his first creations are... not great. His hands are shaky and his fingers have lost nearly all dexterity. Nonetheless, he tries his best) and just about anything for Techno's attention. To his credit, it works :)

Though the Syndicate did lose a member, Techno didn't think of him as all that valuable. However, things are Happening at Las Nevadas that Techno simply can't ignore, so he does get Dream to use the revive book. Niki, among others that Ranboo is close to, ask questions. Techno just shrugs. He has no idea why Dream would revive Ranboo of all people. Phil knows, he had agreed it was a good course of action, and ultimately was the one to convince Techno. Las Nevadas is getting more concerning with each passing day. They have to do something about it.

#dnb #dreamnoblade #stagedduo #dreblr #tw stockholm syndrome #bubble answers #I'm just as torn as dream honestly XD #the first option is ripe for angst but the second means I can push my drunznoblade agenda... #dnb would obviously still be the main focus but option number two opens up a lot of potential story and dynamics #let me know what u guys think! #Into the Fire AU

[absolutebl]

10 Favorite Moments of Snark in BL

This one came is as an ask from the lovely @solitaryandwandering and there are tons of options so I just picked some of mine and labeled them top 10. I reserve the right to change my mind if a remember better.  

Quite a few of these came from truly terrible BLs, I wonder if that has to do with me remembering them. Like they stood out as moments of delightful charm in a sea of sewage? 

1. Just talk!

Ae getting annoyed with TinCan in A Chance At Love. 

Of course it’s MAME first, but the idea of her using one of her most popular characters (whom she fucked over) to criticize miscommunication as a narrative driver (which is her fucking calling card) was just the ironic poop version of a chef’s kiss. (Sorry, I don’t know how else to put it.) 

2. Saucing out of jealousy 

Let’s just get MAME out of the way, shall we? Type (in TharnType) is an absolute banger at the pithy quip in a very agro way and I love a lot of his lines. I mean calling your lover “crybaby” when you finally tell him you love him? Epic snark. Also the “you can finally stop complaining about us” to Techno is so good. 

But my personal favorite, hands sown, is the throwing a sauce bottle. Talk about product placement. (Although said senior’s snarky, “It’s fun to see a big baby agitated” about Type, was also pretty darn great.) 

3. I’m so gay 

In Rainbow Prince, the fact that Art’s focused pursuit is patently obvious and his subordinates are still careful about it was just really funny to me. It reminded me of my youth when friends got surprised when I came out. Don’t get me wrong, my coming out was perfectly serviceable at the time, but also the ones who were surprised I was like... 

4. Ate the phonebook

Bright in SOTUS (played by Off) is a wonderfully snarky character. I love the way he is self deprecating about being a bad student, even in front of his juniors, and the time he leads them in prayer? So funny. 

But my favorite is his one shot “Did he eat the national register” when Kong is showing off his memory for names in one of the hazing sequences. 

Shout out to the one I do have a screen cap of, this from SOTUS S: 

Like serious moment of scripted brilliance. 

Ah me, back in the days when most Thai BLs had really good scripts.... 

5. Goodnight, you fucker

Kao’s fandi-way in the Kiss series. 

This is a linguistic one. It’s just I already had grocked the notion of fandi na as being a cute thing couples use with each other (kind of like “sweet dreams, please?”) to see Kao make this super rude when Pete is begging him for it, is so much THEM, their dynamic, it’s particularly snarky and on character. 

Also, you know me, i had to pick a linguistic one. 

6. Rome getting his own back

Rome in Puppy Honey is such a sweet soft character but also so much owning his own identity, and so steady about it. It was just really fun to see him get one up on Pick. 

Even if they both know it’s actually a compliment. 

Also should out to Porsche’s moment of quip, “I enjoy this scene a little too much” when he catches his bestie rolling around in paint with cute boy. 

7. Invitation? 

Tian actually has quite a few moments of snark in Tale of a Thousand Stars. (”You know how to sweet talk now?’). But honestly this is a phrase I use constantly IRL so I was just happy to see it show up in a Thai BL. 

8. Just alpha bitch bitching it up 

Look is this level of confrontation actually considered snark? I don’t know but Miriam’s defense of Chon in Tonhon Chonlatee is epic. Top level. It’s a real pleasure to watch a female bestie take out an evil femme fatale machine-gun style.

Yes there are others, the bffs (best female friends) in Together With Me and Dark Blue Kiss spring to mind. 

9. Calling out the industry moments 

There are quite a few of these, and a BL that is already bad and full of tropes has to be careful because they are reviewing themselves badly. And yet they do it anyway. This example comes from one of this year’s worst, My Secret Love: 

Our Days has 

“Can I love you, my tsundere” 

“This year so many Y series came out”

“I think the script writers are at fault” 

“Your acting skills suck”

all of which come off as more rich and inappropriate than snark in such a terrible show. 

It’s not always bad show tho.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter scene card calling out the “only one bed” trope. 

And in on of the Taiwanese BLs there is a moment where a side character tells on of the leads that “tsundere is so out of fashion” but I can’t remember which show. 

10. Seme subscription service 

Best of the best (IMHO) comes from Korea, who generally specializes in earnest, not snark. But... 

Semantic Error is one of my favorite BL’s because the two leads are nearly entirely comprised of snark. SangWoo’s “if my heart wasn’t beating I’d be dead” was perfection, since it also takes a common trope to account.  

And when JaeYoung is grouchy and says "No lettuce, eat perilla leaves instead” I bark laughed. Also the “oops my hand slipped” after he shot that dart at the drunk asshole in the pub. Both of these also involve physical comedy moments, so they aren’t strictly just snark they're visual gags but still? *kiss kiss kiss* 

But I had to pick seme subscription service as my favorite moment of snark from this series. Because it is both of them, snipping back and forth. 

And that’s it. That’s my top 10. 

Other good ones?

KinnPorsche Pete has a few the time at the table with the minor family and the time in chains when he’s reading a book.

Most of Team’s responses to Win in Until We Meet Again. from “You’re so picky” to “Don’t even think about it.” 

Half of what Pond says in Love By Chance. 

All of what Pure says in My Gear and Your Gown. 

I don’t love Theory of Love but Third’s internal dialogue (when he’s not whining and pining) and his occasionally take downs are pretty darn great.

Adachi’s internal reactions to Kurosawa’s thoughts in Cherry Magic, especially after they are dating. “Everything is so mushy.” 

Akoi’s internal dialogue and self criticism snark in My Love Mix Up. 

TangYi’s “too soft” in H3: Trapped. 

Noh’s “Fine, yes” at the end of Love Sick. Not a snarky character in general, just a wise and sweet one, but at the end, yes, snark. 

NamGoong in Light On Me, the sweetest side character of snark. 

Pretty much all of Mob’s thoughts and dialogue in Absolute BL. 

This post dated mid 2022, not responsible for snark that came after. 

(source) 

#japanese bl #Absolute BL #asked and answered #favorite snark #best snark in BL #best bl #top bl #Korean BL #KBL #Light On Me #Love Sick #thai bl #HIStory 3: Trapped #taiwanese bl #My Love Mix Up #Live Action Yaoi #adapted from a manga #Theory of Love #My Gear and Your Gown #GMMTV #Love By Chance #Until We Meet Again #WinTeam #KinnPorsche #VegasPete #Semantic Error #Cherry Blossoms After Winter #My Secret Love #Tonhon Chonlatee #Tale of a Thousand Stars

[dmwrites]

Knock, knock, knock

Techno was on his feet, hand already curled around the cold metal of his sword before he even really realized what was happening. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, looking around his dark bedroom in confusion. Had he imagined the knocks?

Knock, knock, knock

No, he hadn’t imagined the knocks. Techno looked to the clock- it was the middle of the night. It had been a long time since anyone had called upon him at this hour, and he knew from experience nothing good could come from it. Techno let out a long sigh, and climbed down the ladder to the ground floor. He opened the front door in a swift tug, and greeted whenever stood on the other side blade-first.

“Wh- heh? Who the fuck are you?”

The man on the other end of the sword was no one Techno had ever come across on this server before. He was dressed in a fancy red suit, to start with, complete with a comically large top hat. He looked like he had hopped right out of a steampunk convention wagon, like the one Techno could see parked on the front lawn of his house.

Seemingly oblivious to the sword pointed right at his face, the man adjusted his top hat and grinned at Techno.

“Well hello there! Lovely place you have here, very snowy. Now, you seem like the type of man who needs very specific wares. Wares which, you see, I happen to have with me. If you would, kind sir, to just step with me out-”

“Heh? You’re kidding, right?” Techno gave the man a look of pure disbelief. “I- you- let me get this straight. You and I don’t know each other. I’m pointing a sword at you. And you think it’s chill to just start trying to sell me something? You are, I assume, aware that it is the middle of the night? You’re two seconds away from being skewered and hung on my wall unless you start explaining who exactly you are.” Techno moved closer, moving his sword so it was mere inches away from the man’s stomach.

“I have tnt.” The man was still smiling, and gave Techno a knowing look.

“…I'm listening.” Techno replied after a moment of silence. “How much?”

“Three shulkers full.” The man said.

“What’s a shulker?” Techno asked.

This, not the sword or the intimidation, was what seemed to snap the man out of his suave salesman pitch. “I’m sorry, what? How do you not know what-”

Techno, without warning, suddenly dropped his sword and grabbed the lapels of the man’s coat, dragging him into a kind of odd bow. The arrow wizzed overhead, missing Techno’s own head by millimeters, and lodging itself into the wood of the back wall of Techno’s living room. The man in the top hat screamed.

“The fuck is this bitch?” Phil asked, another arrow already pointed straight at the man, the only indication he was even standing in his doorway being the arrow tip that had caught the moonlight.

“Phil. Bruh. My wall.” Techno grumbled. “This is an old friend of mine, uhh…”

“Goodtimeswithscar.” The man in the top hat, who had moved to stand slightly behind Techno, supplemented.

“The fuck kind of name is goodtimeswithscar?” Phil muttered. “Stripper-ass fucker-type name.”

“Go back to bed, old man.” Techno said, and backed up, pushing Scar with him, and closing the door. A moment of silence passed, and then Techno heard Phil’s front door close. “Right.” He turned around, only to find Scar leaning against his kitchen counter, clearly catching his breath.

“What was all that about?” The man gasped out, indignant despite his breathlessness.

“That’s Phil. You’re very lucky I didn’t just let him kill you. It would have been very funny, to be fair.” Techno said, walking over to the far wall and wrenching the arrow out of it.

“Without even so much as a hello?” Scar asked indignantly.

“Eh, Phil is more of a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy.” Techno chuckled. “So, what about this tnt you speak of?”

Scar straightened up, a glitter coming back into his eyes. “Ah, yes. Well, you see, Technoblade, I traveled quite a ways from my home, and came across a nice young man in very cozy pajamas. He housed me for a while, as my Swaggon, that wagon you see on your front lawn, a spectacular model, had broken down. Now, this young man was quite poor, but, he told me of a warrior by the name of Technoblade who always needed tnt and other valuable weapons. So, I made my way over here, just to give you the best and finest tnt ever crafted.”

“Wait- who was this dude you were talking to?” Techno asked, eyes narrowing.

“Can’t quite remember his name, but he was wearing a sanic, or was it panic, onesie. Lived wayyyy out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Connor.” Techno muttered. Of course Connor would be the one to send Scar his way with no warning.

“Anyway, you seem like a man who lives in dangerous times. How about this, a special deal for my new friend who saved my life today- a stack of diamond blocks for all of the tnt I have with me.” Scar said, that damn smile on his face.

“Diamonds? How many sets of armor could you possibly have to make?” Techno asked, looking the man up and down. “Actually, don’t answer that. I get the distinct feeling that you go through diamond armor quickly. Yeah, sure, lemmie get it. I’ll come to your swag wagon out there.” Techno went to his chests and found a couple stacks of diamond blocks lying around.

Scar was standing by his wagon, beaming at Techno, eyes locked on the diamonds in his hand. “My friend, it is lovely to do business with you. Here is your tnt, and you can keep the shulkers.”

Techno tossed the diamonds to Scar, and picked up the odd-looking boxes Scar gave him. “Shulkers…”

“It’s like a movable chest- I swear, this land must live in the dark ages.” Scar said cheerfully. “And speaking of, here comes the morning sun! I must be off now, Technoblade, but it was so nice doing business with you! Goodbye! Have a nice time!”

And off the man went. Techno watched him until he was out of sight over the horizon, holding the shulkers in his hands. How very odd the whole night had been.

“So who was that, mate?” Phil sidled up to Techno’s side, looking out with him.

“Dunno. Doesn’t matter, really, because we’ve got fuck loads of tnt now.”

“Aw, mate, that’s awesome. I love tnt.”

#Decemeber 31 2022 #fic #technoblade #goodtimeswithscar #hc8 scar #dsmp #Philza is also mentioned #long post

[quikyu]

How would you rank all the Ultra Beasts? Like, from most to least favorite?

Oooh.... very inch-resting question. I've vaguely thought about this before, but never actually thought to put my favorite ultra beasts in order!

Just a disclaimer first, though-- I don't actually *dislike* any of the UBs. At most I'm pretty neutral ;D

Rankings below :)

Nihilego

My absolute FAVORITE genre of pokemon generally tends to be the eerie-but-cute (and-maybe-dangerous-too) Creature. Nihilego is a faceless, incomprehensibly ominous head-crab-type parasite... that makes cute little sounds and twirls when it's happy and acts so so innocent!!! I love it!!! What a simple yet appealing design (being a cloudy, pastel blue with a bell that looks quite like a sun-hat), conveying a sense of uneasiness within it. It almost looks like a harmless little girl, but.. somethings still not right...? Maybe its the fact that its a parasitic glass jellyfish leaping For Your Face

It's appearance also makes me think about what it predates on in its home-world!?!

Anyways, she's my adorable, freaky little daughter. 10/10

2. Pheromosa

That being said, my second favorite genre of pokemon is pretty much just 'Girl,' and, Yes, the cockroach applies. I personally enjoy the idea of this little girlboss of a pokemon getting haphazardly Dropped into an entirely different galaxy, and just going "Ok" about it... How calm...

Very odd proportions, too-- I do wish the pokemon company had gone further with Bug Traits in the design, but I also personally love the eyes and crown, so I would miss those if they had changed it to be something less humanoid XD And while I love the distant, spiteful attitude it had in the anime, I also enjoy the idea of a more curious and playful buggy, who's just trying to make sense of a new world

I also keep on forgetting that Pheromosa's FAST!!! Very amazing quality to have. Much speed.

3. Kartana

I didn't know whether I liked Kartana or Stakataka more, so just pretend they're the same in terms of rank.

How is this a pokemon!?! A tiny origami samurai!?! CUTE!!! In my opinion, I think Kartana is one of the more peculiar UBs-- especially judging from how it acts in Pokemon Refresh in the SM games. I'd love to go more in depth about Kartana, really, but I don't know what to say XD It's a slicey, dicey, little guy. And I like it lots!

Paper-cut is an understatement!

4. Stakataka

Before I had much interest in Ultra Beasts, I probably would've said Stakataka is my favorite of the group. It's a real big block, is what it is, but I think it's rather endearing... it's a bunch of little giblets, coming together to make... a bigger giblet. Awesome!! It also reminds me of Guardians from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and I really love those guys

I kind of want to ride it like a horse...

5. Buzzwole

Buzzwole is an INCREDIBLE pokemon. With the same strangeness as Pheromosa, it's a BUG, but rather than being elegant and graceful, it's... completely JACKED!?!? A mosquito on 'roids!! What kind of creature is this thing sucking the blood out of, anyway!?!

I picture Buzzwole as a typical nice jock-- very wholesome, but also very very dense. And also it's a huge mosquito-- did I mention that? Crazy. I want to be its friend.

6. Poipole

From here on out I don't feel as strongly on any of the Ultra Beasts. No problem, though-- I still have opinions!

I like Poipole's position as the "starter pokemon" of Ultra Space. Fun, in how, unlike a normal starter, it's still just as dangerous as the rest of the Ultra Beasts XD ("While spraying opponents with this venom, it laughs wildly!") It's a very cute, almost techno-looking pokemon, and once more the odd, vibrant colorations and body shape really sell it as an Alien. The concept art for it is also adorable, too!!

Ah.. wait... I think I'm starting to like Poipole more just from talking about it...

7. Blacephalon

Blacephalon has a very cool name! Asides from that, while I do like its colors, and the fact that its Head Explodes (which is VERY cool,) I've never really felt much for clown pokemon... It seems like a silly little goober, though-- It has eyes that can emote each side of its head! That's adorable!

Also it's as tall as Pheromosa, at 5'11". I did not know this. I am now terrified.

8. Celesteela

I can safely say that Celesteela is the kindest rocket I have ever seen. XD Just look at that sweet little smile! Of course, it's not really noticeable, when one zooms out to view the rest of the body. I want to like Celesteela more but... it doesn't really... move much? I can't detect much of a personality from it-- it's kind of just there. Sort of to be expected, though. Baby Celesteela, as portrayed in the anime, is very adorable though, and I would like 5 of them.

9. Xurkitree

Xurkitree sort of falls under the same category as Blacephalon for me, just in terms of vibes, I suppose. I appreciate its very joyful, carefree saunter, but nothing else really sticks out to me in terms of what I might like about it...

10. Naganadel

Poipole's evolution! I simply don't like it quite as much, though. It's a little hard to look at right, and I've always thought it looked a little stiff. It's lost all of Poipole's personality :(

However, it has an amazing shiny!

11. Guzzlord

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH"

... That's it XD I never cared much for Guzzlord at all. Big hungry guy.

Anyways, that was a lot longer than I expected it to be XD Thank you for asking!

#quikyu ask #ultra beasts #pokemon

[honeybeewhereartthee]

•❅───✧❅Once Upon a fairy tale❅✧───❅•

╭─ ⋅ <<⋅xx ─ ✩Tale One: little mermaid─ ⋅NEXT>> ⋅ ─╮

"thank you very much. Your really kind!" Cold yet warm embrace of the happy fish boy envelope you, not caring for ones personal space as he happily show his gratitude towards you.

For saving his life. Through its more of his carelessness to not understand the way of the fish people-- the fact merfolk would die when they are too dry out.

"oh goodness! Your gonna dry yourself again! Pls be careful, Amagi!" Head spinning as your heart beats quite too loud and quite too fast for your poor soul, as you succomb to your embarrassment.

You never knew his such person who's doesn't know another person would not be open to such affection, at least from a stranger you barely know for a day --awake.

"oh! You can call me, Hiiro! Since you and I will have to stay together!" He beam still circling his arms around you. His slimy form that slowly covered your dry cloths( which you dried through the burning hear of the summer sun of this unknown world.

"pardon? Stay together? Why did you say that? Do you not know, I'm a Producer? I told you before. Producer with an idol is nothing good for new one like you! Neither will it be for me." You cannot believe he forgotten what you said earlier today, at least earlier the day back in your world. You don't know how time work in this world of fairy tale as he told you.

"won't it be ok? In This place. No one is an idol or a producer ! Ahaha ~ only Hiiro and ... Ah! I don't know your name yet! I don't want to call you producer since we're outside work!" He laughs your worry off as he look up to you, while he clings in your side, his blue eyes captivate you, a view of beautiful vast sky and the sea reflected in his eyes.

"ah. Do you really have to..." You look at his innocent blue eyes, unable to say more. You sigh. Defeated by those gaze. "It's MC." You introduce yourself.

"MC? MC... MC... MC! Hmm!" He keep repeating your name, your ears start to warm up with how your name being called by him multiple of time is slowly effecting you.

"c-can y-you please S-STOP t-that...! My name isn't a poem or whatnot to be repeated such passion... This aren't an ASMR tagged fairy tale right?" You covered your ears, or else you might lost yourself from such pure torture of a merman calling your name.

Surely his not a siren trying to drag you to the depth, as this is a little mermaid! Or-- or merman and siren tend to share same lore or almost same lore as one another, hence it cause such effect on you?

Many thoughts comes in your mind, finding logic to things, that's already so illogical the moment you wake such place! Obviously it's make your beating heart, calm as it should be. With how fast it is. You pretty sure, your sick!

"but your name is nice to say! It's very pretty and unique! " He honestly says, beaming you a smile that almost shoot an arrow through y your heart.

"AHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE MY EARS AND HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS TORTURE." you turn bloody red as you try to move away from him.

" MC! MC!? MC!" He called out to you. he quickly swim to follows you, quickly as you both are still out on the open water.

"yes!? I am indeed, mc! Pls stop carelessly calling me with your siren like voice!" Embarrassed to even look at him, he chuckle at your words. You very interesting.

"ahaha~ mc your so funny! Let's be close friends!" ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

"No way!No way! I'll die if you continue to act so affectionate to me! We barely know each other! "

"it's ok! We will get to know each other or else we can't go back home!"

"say what? Pardon?!" You most be hearing things. So you two aren't totally stuck in this none techno world at all? You still able to go back to your home? To do the overbearing overtime to get money to buy food in weekdays?! Surely his not just saying that to applauses you!

"oh! I forgotten to tell you! " He pause as he realize he have failed to tell you an important information. "We need to make sure the fairy tale find it's happy ending! Or else we'll be stuck in this place!"

" I see! That's seems logical--" you nodded in understanding --not. " sorry I am too dumb to understand it clearly. " You admitted. There's no point to hiding such thing.

"oh! Don't worry! I'm more dumb than you are! Ahaha. If we're two dumb people, then surely we get along very well! " His optimistic as he down grade himself shocks you.

You sure don't meet such guy in your life before. Such optimistic and happy personality is either causing you to stress or melt your problem away. After a moment of silence, you thought of something.

"I have to ask. Are we the main character?"

"that... Is something I'm not sure. Dad never told me much about the process of entering a fairy tale! Since he probably thought it be my big brother who will experience it! After all, my big brother would become the monarch one day! I am but my big brother loyal aid!" He proudly says.

Through he notice how you swim away even further away from him.

"monarch? Aid? What type of timeline is your village stuck into?" Your very intrigued about his village but alas that's not the problem at the moment.

"Do tell me, quickly how to escape! You did says we need to get along. Is there more to such information? Happy ending is a goal but do we need to interact with the characters...? " You tried to mentally noted all the thing you learn so far about your situation. Wonderland what's the plot hole or a way our of this place, of course there's already a plain solution, but alas. There aways that is hidden through the context of the each rules and lore.

"woah. Your very into this! How nice! Ahaha~ I'm glad your interactive!" He quickly swim towards you again.

"... Keep your distance pls." You quickly made sure you and him have a five feet distance causing him to frown.

"Ah? Why? I will not harm you! I swear. I'm harmless." He try to reassure you.

"it's not about being harmless or not. It's about your presence is doing to my system. Your alluring fish ability, ahem a siren or a mermaid is known to have alluring voice that would help them drag their victims to the depths of the sea." Your an honest child when being force into the corner by a very captiviting person, your just a human being easily be tempted by such treat, through you refuse to succumb to such things.

"oh...!? Did you mean, you like my voice? I'm glad then!" He felt so happy that you think so. His beaming smile that can Rival the sun, almost melting you. "I mean.. your are an idol, you need to have a amazing voice or face or both to gain fans. You have both."

"ahaha. You think I'm good looking? Thank you for the compliment! Your also very charming!" Taken back from his compliment, you are not able to swim away and now he have his hands around you for embrace yet again. " Please don't run away, were being watch. " He whisper to your ears causing you to cower in fear, shaking like a leaves in windy season.

"Excuse me... Did you mean...." You dread to even look around the place, bur he nodded his head as he rest of against your right shoulder blade.

"it's the [ kraken ] ."

You sure hope he doesn't mean a literal one and just mean the sea witch!

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

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#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #Once upon a fairy tale #Hiiro x reader #hiiro Amagi x reader #Hiiro Amagi #Amagi Hiiro x reader

[rapid-looser]

★Only one returns.★

c!technoblade X gn!reader

a/n: I'm slowly getting into writing again after recovering from being sick and this was be read as platonic or romantic.

Pronouns: none (you/yours)

Requested: yes/no

Trigger warnings: stab wounds, angst to fluff, blood, mentions of death,and cussing

Worry. That's the first thing you felt when your close friend, The blade, didn't answer when you knocked on his door. All his dogs were here, but he wasn't inside. You went around the back to check of he'd be at his farm, as he would sometimes be, but he wasn't there either. You thought he could've gone to the nether but he usually tells you and Philza beforehand. You've known Techno for a quite a few years, since you both were 14 to be exact. You had met him when you seen him in the nether, it wasn't his first time entering the nether, but he got distracted by gold as piglins do, and wandered off away from Phil. Since he hadn't been in the nether alone, he quickly found a ghast firing fireballs at him. You were looking for ghast tears. You've already been to the nether multiple times by yourself and you knew how to deflect a ghasts fireball because your siblings taught you how to. You were lucky enough to hear the ghast and headed towards it, just to see another person- or rather a half looking person, in the way of the fireball. Lucky enough for him, you were able to push him out of the way if the fireball and deflect it right back at the ghast. He was in a state of shock at first as you approached him. "Heyo that fall didn't make you knock yourself out did it?" You asked as you pulled him up. "Uh no, sorry, but why exactly are you out here in the nether, and how did you deflect that ghasts fireball?" He asked as he brushed himself off. "Well okay one question at a time, I'm searching for ghasts tears, and i was taught how to deflect it with a shield, but you really shouldn't be here by yourself if you don't know how to deflect a basic fireball" You replied, answering his questions. "Well I'm not exactly by myself, but i managed to loose my father" He stated. You sighed and said "Well I'll help you find your father, but ask him how to deflect a ghast fireball next time you come here alright?" "Yeah I will next time" He replied in a annoyed tone. You two met in the nether multiple times after that, which eventually led to a friendship that still stands strong in the current time. You zoned back in when you felt a hand on your shoulder, "Mate you alright? You've been standing here for the past 10 minutes." Phil stated. "Eh? Ah yeah I'm fine Phil, but where did Techno head off to? He didn't alert me that he was going to the nether" You replied as you faced Phil. "[Name], he's gone to fight quackity, didn't he tell you?" Phil said. "No, he didn't tell me. Phil why didn't he tell me." You asked, although it sounded more like a demand to know. "[Name], mate, when two men go out to face each other, you do realise only one returns, but don't worry too much, Techno knows how to handle himself, now come inside, you'll get frostbite if you don't" Phil replied.

After a while you started to worry. Yeah techno could handle himself but what if he gets ambushed? Just then, the wolves started barking, as well as a lantern could be seen entering the fence. As you went to grab your sword, your front door was pushed open, followed by a 'Thump'. Just as you suspected, The blade, had passed out near your door, was bleeding out and probably concussed. His hair was entirely tangled and his cape was ripped a bit. "You've gonna be kidding me." You signed as you put your sword into its case and started dragging his now unconscious body towards your table, which was where your medical supply was near. Then you grabbed his crown from where it fell when he fell. Eventually he slowly gained consciousness, and the first thing he did was reach for his axe, which was over hanging up near the entrance. "Well thank you for waking up" you said, sarcastically. That made him flinch a bit, since he was still slightly concussed. "Eh? Well your welcome of course, and I won did i not?" He said while his voice was laced with confidence. He also attempting to turn towards you, which failed because if the wounds and he tried to turn too fast. "Yeah with nearly bleeding out, staining my floors with blood and having an even bigger bounty on your head." You stated, clearly not impressed as you motioning to the spot where he passed out, which was stained with blood. "Eh it's fine, you can replace to later" he said as he brushed it off. "I'll even get the materials for you to replace the floor" He continued on, not giving you a chance to reply to his last statement. You sighed as you stood up and approached him. When you were near him you said "Your a fucking idiot, Techno." You hesitantly half hugged him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable since he usually does with physical affection. Once you noticed he didn't tense up, you continued to hug him, gently, to not continue the bleeding. "Yeah yeah whatever you think, nerd." He replied as used one arm to half hug you back and the other to pat your head. It was something he did when he comforted someone. Although he would never admit it, but he was worried about not returning that day, but at least the blood god survived, because technoblade never dies.

#c!techo x reader #dsmp x reader #technoblade x reader

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

can you be my best friend? I’ll tell you all my secrets

by Anon_dude

Techno’s stomach felt weird, and he dropped the apple. Tommy seemed unfazed. “I got a call just now. There is a kid who needs a placement. Well, there’s- It’s complicated, ideally it would be two kids, a brother, and a sister- I’m trying to get it figured out. He’s sixteen, and she’s six.”

Tommy made a noise. Phil had been taking only emergency placements for teenagers, all of them were over thirteen years old and didn’t stay for over a week.

“At first I was called for the sixteen-year-old, but then they told me they were going to separate them because no one in the area took both teens and kids or had enough space for two, so I said I could consider taking both of them, but-” Phil took a moment. “Well since it’s been tough to place them without separating there’s a chance if we say yes it might be for longer than what we’ve been doing… You two should think about it, yeah? It would be a big change and-”

“Yes. Do it.” Techno said, maybe impulsively.

or

A foster care AU with Will and Tallulah. Ah, yes. Techno is also having a gender crisis.

Words: 4536, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tallulah (QSMP), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tallulah (QSMP), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Tallulah (QSMP) & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Tallulah (QSMP) & Phil Watson | Philza, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Trans Character, Trans Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Foster Care, Foster Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Adoption, Neurodiversity, Anxious Wilbur Soot, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Not that much really, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, TommyInnit Has ADHD (Video Blogging RPF)

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

[i-butter-not-be-a-bot]

Hihi. Whumpuary ig.

Ah yes. Such weird. It is that one time in forever that I don't have writers block. Let's do some Whumpuary! Yippee.

Fandoms: dsmp (and oc's ig)

Used prompt: "make it stop"

Characters: Technoblade, Philza, two of my oc's.

Eh maybe a possible tw for suicidal thoughts. Idk if it really counts but I'm adding it just to be sure.

"No-" the word that came from Phil's mouth was barely a whisper.

Technoblade feels something ice cold in his chest as the small saw landed onto the ground in front of him. He barely heard the soft clang it made over the many raging voices in his head, intertwining with his thoughts, his rage, and his pain.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!

MAKE THEM PAY FOR THIS INJUSTICE.

BLOOD.

He can barely scrape his own thoughts away from the many words chat is filling his mind with. They crave the jesters' blood, and so does he. His hands are shaking but he takes deep breath after deep breath, he can't. One mistake, one single hit in their direction, as pathetic as it'll be in his current state, one mistake and they'll kill Philza.

He has to breathe. At the thought of what they are doing, what they are asking Techno to do to his oldest friend, it makes his rage burn anew. Deep breaths. He can't.

Technoblade's eyes find Courtly behind the loaded crossbow ready and pointed at Phil's head. Their eyes meet and Techno's gaze is a silent threat. As soon as he gets any opening both she and her sadistic monster that is her girlfriend are dead. Courtly stares right back into his eyes.

Their silent exchange is interrupted by said girlfriend's cold voice, "We've waited long enough now." Joker says with a wide smirk on her lips.

And directly following those words Techno can hear the panic really kick into Phil's voice, "nonono- please- don't. Don't-" he rambles as he struggles against the binds but it is all useless.

Techno doesn't want to do this, but he doesn't have a choice at all. He'll remember their names and he'll remember their faces, and one day they will pay.

His hands are still shaking as he picks up the saw. In the corner of his eye he sees Phil flinch away, his friend knows what's coming, they both know it's unavoidable.

Technoblade draws closer to him and he can almost feel the arrow on the other side of the room hang in the air.

He puts the saw on top of Phil's left wing.

"I'm sorry." Techno hears himself say.

It feels so, so, wrong to do this. Philza's screams fill the air as he truly panics, frantically trying everything in his might to get away. Techno holds his wing tight in place, it is his wings or his life. What choice is there?

He moves the sawblade up and down and in a steady rhythm together with his breathing in a useless attempt trying to ignore Phil's bloodcurdling screams and the way he writhes underneath Techno's now blood stained hands. He knows tears are already leaking from Phil's eyes and he can only imagine the pain he is currently in. Techno is crying too in-between deep unstable breaths. It is nothing like the desperate pained sobs coming from Philza's throat, just a few silent tears running down his cheeks. He barely feels them.

Chat is strangely silent. They might just be giving him this moment, maybe they realized too that there is no winning this one.

Phil's cries of pain have died down just a little bit, although that is more likely because of his throat giving in and his mind not being able to handle this, rather than anything else. He is now just sobbing, still crying out silently and struggling far from enough. Some of the garbling noises he makes are in the language of the birds, others are pleas to stop over and over again.

Techno is almost at the end of this wing. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. It is sickening, his hands are drowning in blood, that's nothing new but this blood is Phil's. These cries are his friend's. He can't stop, he can't let Phil die.

His hands are steady now, they have to be, if they were shaking as badly as before that would only increase Phil's pain.

The last bit of the bone snaps on its own and again Phil's screams echo mercilessly off the walls into his ears, filling his mind and drowning Technoblade in a guilt that he hasn't felt for a very long time.

He moves the blade one more time and cleanly snaps the remaining skin, flesh and nerves.

Techno's eyes are now filled with tears as well as they meet Joker's this time. The second jester smirks, "one more to go."

Techno wants to tear her apart, see her blood dye the tiles red instead. He doesn't say any of that, he just turns around again.

As he does that he feels Philza hand grab his arm tightly, "please- Techno- Just. Just let them kill me. Just make it stop. Please-"

Technoblade freezes, "I can't." He manages to say, his words so soft they are barely whispers.

#whump #whumpuary2024 #whumpuary no9 #make it stop #suicidal thoughts #i think #idk #blood #i have no regrets #on the contrary #i am actually kinda proud of this one

[orphic-susurrus]

Blade in the Winter (Ch. 2)

A few days had passed since the pair had met in the unlikely situation of Technoblades pet bringing King to the small cabins. Though they got along well, after the young teen proved himself to be no danger, showing all of his belongings to the Pigman. From there it was merely King sticking around the house, playing with the animals and helping cook every now and again, almost always being stopped by the amount of times he would cut himself.

Techno was often out of the house, off doing something, coming back before sundown. Though this particular night was a little different, Techno seemed a little more at peace when he stepped through the doors of the cabin.

“Welcome back.” King looked up from his book, watching the man pull his cape off and hang it up. “How was today? Did you fight anyone?”

The almost excited tone made the man chuckle. “Heh. No. Not today.”

“Then?”

“Phil is coming back from his trip tonight.” Techno told, putting some things away in a chest and hanging up his sword before moving to the stove to prepare some hot cocoa “Do you know Philza Minecraft?”

As Techno glanced over, he was pleasantly surprised by the wide grin that covered the endermans face, giving a quick and excited nod, the teen hopped to his feet. “Do I know Philza? Absolutely! One of the best people on this god forsaken server! He is like a dad to everyone, and is always kind!” King spoke loudly, swooping his body onto the counter beside the pink haired man, swinging his legs. “I met him through Tommy and Tubbo some time ago! Around when I first started here, he helped me understand what I needed to do, taught me so much in so little time. And- and his wings! Man! His wings are incredible!”

Techno gave a bit of a snort at the rambling, listening quietly as he waited for the kettle to whistle. It was good that King knew who Phil was and that Phil knew King, otherwise that would be an awkward meeting that this Pigman was not quite prepared for. Glancing over the young teen for a moment with a soft smile before reaching around for a few mugs, which quieted down the enderman.

“Three cups?” King hummed curiously. “Will Phil join us for hot cocoa?”

A nod was given in response as the drinks were made. Minutes passed before there was a thump just outside the door, causing the young teen to teleport to his feet, being a small bit startled at that but knew that there was no harm, especially since the pink haired man was calm. The wooden door swung open, Techno almost moving in front of King as he turned to face the door, feeling the cold breeze rush into the warm cabin.

“Philzzzzaaaa” Techno said warmly putting out his arms pulling the blonde haired man into a hug.

“Technoooo” Phil said after him, hugging the pigman back for a moment before pulling away to pull off his snow covered garments, noticing the enderman standing behind his pink haired friend. “Who’s this?”

With a small flinch, Kings eyes followed up to meet blue ones that stared back at him. His tail stiffened as particles started to float around him, almost nervous to be meeting this man again, even with no bad blood between them. His eyes wondered over to the pigman who looked down on him, realizing that he was meant to reintroduce himself again. Opening his mouth for a moment before quickly stopping himself, unsure what to even say. Was just introducing his name enough, or should he mention that they met when he first joined this hells cape of a world. Allowing silence to linger for a moment longer prompted a much easier solution to happen.

Techno sighed, turning his head back to Phil. “This is King, one of Ranboo’s brethren…” He glanced back as he spoke. “He mentioned that you two had met before cause of Tommy and Tubbo.”

The blonde haired man took a moment as if he was trying to recall the past interaction, though it seemed it clicked fairly quickly. Snapping his fingers, he smiled. “Ah yes, I remember, you were really good with a bow, weren’t you?”

“Uh… Yes.” King nodded, letting a small smile fall upon his nervous face. “Unlikely of an enderman isn’t it?”

Both men gave a light chuckle before hot cocoa was handed out. King quickly shifted his focus to the chocolate goodness as the two men shared a few words before moving to go sit near the fire so that they could talk more. The young teen followed quietly, sitting with the polar bear that was curled up on the floor, allowing the two to talk among themselves, only half following the conversation. Most of the conversation consisted of the things Phil found whilst on his travels, though the parts that really caught King was the talk of the all so famous Dream. Nothing of importance was actually said but rather just discussion of that man being in prison, and the rumours that surrounded that. Once the conversation changed again, he started to pay less attention to anything said, changing his focus to the warmth on his skin from the fireplace and finishing his drink.

Time passed like it was nothing and before King knew it he was waking up on the couch to some quiet voices between two. A overly groggy and tired enderman sat up, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light from the windows.

“Ah, good morning, mate!” Called out Phil, looking over from the stove, causing the other to look over.

A grown came from the teen. “Morning…” He muttered out, slowly moving off the couch, observing what this morning entailed.

Breakfast.

Both Techno and King knew a decent amount on how to cook, but neither really did. Potatoes was all that was really made by Techno in the past few days, and as for King, the most he could make without harming himself was bread.

“What are you making?” King asked, sitting down at the table in the middle of the kitchen, glancing over to the pigman who wore his hair fully down, glasses on the tip of his nose, and a book in his hand.

“Eggs and bacon. Some chopped fruit on the side.” Phil hummed. “You aren’t vegan are you?”

Shaking his head in response, he smiled softly. “No, though do you need any help with anything?”

“Actually-“ Phil was cut off from a strong no from Techno, looking up from his book. “Absolutely not. If you need help I can, but King is not allowed to hold a knife.”

A small pout came from the teenager though he didn’t fight it, just watching the pink haired man stand and go to help Phil with his cooking. He merely sat there, wondering what to do with his time, seeing as he couldn’t help with the cooking or anything, so instead decided to help with setting the table. Standing, he headed over to the cupboards and started pulling out plates and mugs, along with digging through a drawer for the silverware. Placing it down on the table, he made an attempt at making it look nice despite never actually setting a table before this. Within minutes of him setting the table, the two men finished breakfast and started placing the food on the plates that were nicely set up.

“Enjoy.” Phil hummed, allowing the two hybrids sit whilst he put down the pan and came to join them.

“Thank you!” The two said in union.

They all started eating, picking at the fruit in the middle and sipping at the coffee and hot cocoa that was made. It was pretty silent throughout the table, but enjoying the food was much more important than talking at the moment. Nearing the end of breakfast, words started to be exchanged.

“Should we start with Kinoko kingdom or Las navadas?” Phil asked, glancing over to his friend.

Before Techno could answer, King cut in. “You guys are going to visit those places?”

“Yes. Well more scope them out, make a plan to take them out if needed.” Phil replied.

“Kinoko has more residents so we should do that first.” Techno spoke out, getting up. “We will have to be careful as to not alarm anyone there but going for the harder option first would be best.”

Phil nodded, standing as well, to clean up the table and what was used to make breakfast. King sat there for a moment, watching them before coming up with an idea himself.

“Can I come?” He asked. “I-… Kinoko kingdom knows me as a traveller and neutral party… Sapnap and Karl trust me, I’ve helped them with small tasks before. I could distract them all and you guys could have a look around their kingdom.”

That caused a silence among the room, and small whispers between the two men, wondering if they should trust this and even let this enderman help. It could definitely help them but it was understandable why that make them a little weary but they seemed to like the idea. It would make things easier and wouldn’t cause any fights as long as they could trust this teenager. Obviously the crows can keep watch over King and let Phil know if he plans on going against the two.

“Alright. You can come.” Phil spoke, glancing at Techno for a moment for fully looking at King. “You’ll have to make yourself look like you have been travelling on your own again.”

“Yep! They won’t know a thing! I’ll make sure they don’t spot you guys at all. Do you guys have a layout on how the kingdom is placed?” The young underman hummed.

“We have a rough idea.”

“Then let me draw out a small map of how I remember the kingdom… I don’t know what’s in all the building but I can remember where everything is placed.” He stood, grabbing a paper and a pen, starting to draw out the layout of the kingdom and the certain places he remembers being inside and going through with Sapnap and Karl when he last visited. “You use the crows to communicate right, Phil? Have them watch where I am so that you guys can stay on the opposite side of the kingdom. I can try and make sure we stay on ground level so that there’s less of a chance of you guys getting caught.”

A small chuckle came from the pigman who was leaning against the counter. “You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Not everyone likes me. Especially Bad… I had to learn about the egg some how despite how dangerous it is.” He said, finishing the map.

“Then lets head out.” Techno said with a grin, grabbing his cape and sword, getting ready for anything to come.

“Lets.”

#dream smp #dsmp #twitch #fanart #mcyt #fanfic #fan art but it’s writing lol #mcyt dream #my fic #mcyt techno #technofanart #technoblade #c!techno #c!philza #oc tag #dsmp fanfic

[enjoyer-of-all-mcyt]

I’m just realizing, we got “Sappho-and-her-friend-ed” TWICE on the Dream SMP in ONE WEEKEND. First c!Karlnapity, then c!Beeduo. Are you kidding me. Give the gays what they want!

#it’s kinda funny #dream smp #dsmp #karlnapity #bee duo #c!karlnapity #c!bee duo #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #michael beloved #c!karl #c!quackity #c!sapnap #c!techno #technoblade #techno really just said “ah yes friends”

[theminecraftbox]

I love your take on how Punz is Dream’s friend and very supportive! Punz just sees his little murder friend and goes “ah yes. must protect at all costs.”

If you have time/want to could you write a conversation between Punz and Dream? Really in any context!

Also at some point I will have courage and stop asking questions in anonymous. Today is not that day.

Anyways. Goodbye and have a lovely day/night!

Fair warning that while I am always up to answer analysis-type questions, I rarely finish writing requests—not because I don’t enjoy them (bc I lowkey do) but because my inspiration to write in character is sharply limited to the narrow set of topics my id happens to be fixated on. You happen to be in luck today, though!

have a minific starring c!Stagedduo and referenced torture that I wrote very quickly and did not edit :)

/rp /dsmp

“See you soon,” Dream says.

It’s been a productive meeting. Plans are back on track, pieces are moving steadily for the first time in months. No matter what else has happened, Dream can always rely on Punz’s stolid dependability. There is grim, relieved satisfaction in that: maybe, of all of Dream’s relationships that have been so thoroughly shaken up, this one can remain unchanged.

But though their business has been concluded, though he’s stood to go, Punz hesitates. “Sapnap told me something interesting,” Punz tells Dream.

Dream glances back at him, then turns back to keep whetting his sword. The wind is keen and cold out in this biome. It cuts through his clothes, past his armor, but he doesn’t mind the feeling. Fresh air is still something of a revelation. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Punz’s voice has changed, grown softer. “He told me you told him something. He said you told him—a lie.”

Of course he did. Sounds like Sap. Dream snorts. “Yeah? I tell lots of lies. What about?”

“He said you told him Quackity tortured you.”

Dream doesn’t respond. His hands don’t slip, his heart doesn’t beat faster. It’s all very rote, at this point. Bare reality and bare facts are nothing to flinch at.

“You weren’t lying, were you?” Punz’s tone is hushed.

Lying, heh. There is a moment where Dream considers it. There is another moment where he considers the truth, as he so often has: he considers opening his mouth to answer, and he wonders if he’ll be believed.

Every time he told Sam anything, truth or lie, it all went untrusted: all, that is, except for the biggest lie he ever told. Sam always assumed that every one of Dream’s pleas was a trick or a trap or some more obscure form of melodrama. Don’t lie to me; don’t lie to me; that’s what they told each other. That’s what they did to each other.

He thinks about Sam insisting, over and over, that it was all deserved. He thinks about Sam telling him the whole server knew. Dream doesn’t believe him—but he doesn’t disbelieve him either.

The truth is too complicated. In the end, Dream shrugs. He sets down the whetstone and doesn’t dare to look back at Punz’s expression while he waits to find out what Punz believes.

“You weren’t. That’s fucked up. That’s so fucked up, dude.” That’s horror in Punz’s voice. Dream brushes dirt from his pants and stands to face him.

Dream had been wondering which he’d wind up hating more, skepticism or pity. He got neither from Techno, he got skepticism from Sapnap, and now he’s staring down the pity. He’s not actually sure which way the comparison falls, though. It all stings. It all pisses him the fuck off. It’s all stupid.

“Yeah,” he says uncomfortably. “Pretty fucked up. But he stopped eventually, and I’m fine now.”

“Are you fine?” Punz isn’t being annoying or obtrusive about it, which may or may not be making it worse. Instead, his expression has this horribly careful gentleness.

A pause. “Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t, for awhile, but I’m out. So, yeah.”

“Dream. Dude. You don’t have to keep up the—like, the tough guy, untouchable villain act with me, yknow? Are you actually okay?”

Dream kinda wants to cuss him out. Which is an entirely unhelpful urge. “Don’t,” he says instead. He’s very grateful for the mask hiding whatever’s happening on his face. (The mask Punz had ready for him; the mask Punz gave him expecting nothing in return.)

“Dream…”

“Seriously. Don’t. It’s over, I’m—fine, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Punz rubs his hands over his face. “Was Sam in on it too? He had to be, right?”

He’s frowning and studying Dream with this—care, like he thinks he should be able to make out all the wounds, the carved words and broken bones and worse. Like he’d be able to somehow find the visible impact of being forcibly held down and having the skin stripped off your body by someone who you might have once called a friend. Like it’s something you can see on someone, if you look close enough: oh yeah, this guy begged and screamed and cried and he meant it.

Too bad, Punz, Dream thinks icily. Healing pots got there first.

“Yeah, Sam—yeah. Look, drop it.”

“Okay,” says Punz, uncertainly. “I’m sorry.” Dream doesn’t know if he’s apologizing for what happened, or for bringing it up.

“Don’t be,” mutters Dream.

“We’ll make them pay,” Punz says quietly. “Sam and Quackity. This isn’t okay, dude.”

Dream just shrugs. He’s not so sure he even wants to. Right now, he’d be fairly happy to never lay eyes on either of them again.

“Stick to the plan,” he says flatly.

#c!stagedduo #dreblr #torture. #abuse. #c!dream #c!punz #my fic #c!Dream and c!punz #c!dream and c!sam #c!dream and trauma

[cmyknoise]

is there a reason that Phil’s character (Watson) and Ranboo’s character (Ran) were so...close for this tales? like is that a lore thing or a OOC, them being buddies thing? Also, P.S. spoilers. 

Because I noticed some real big things. 

One? Out of all their names? Phil and Ranboo’s characters’ names were the closest to their names. Phil’s character having his last name and Ranboo’s being just ‘Ran’. 

Two? When they were alone, they would whisper among themselves. Notably after Ran had teleported into the cage room. Here’s the clip. 

Watson: Ran did you just teleport? 

Ran: Ah..it's fine. I'm not worried about it. I'm not worried about it..its all good.

They then continued to whisper indistinguishably, but you can hear Ran say ‘here’ and presumably give Watson something.

Tubbo’s character, Jacky, proceeds to win all of the battles, and is told by the emperor to execute everyone else. Jacky asks if he has to kill everyone, that he quite likes some of them, namely Ran, and he’s told yes he does. 

Jacky doesn’t actually kill Watson or Ran, but he kills everyone else, but he presumes they died in the lava. 

Then Jacky has to kill Karl, but Jacky hesitates. Here’s the clip. 

Jacky tries offering an idea for maybe convincing the emperor not to kill him, but Karl shakes his head and lets him. Not before doing something though.

He purposefully zooms in on Watson and Ran, crouching and hiding behind a set of stones. At first, Ran is facing and watching the emperor. But when Karl looks back over, Phil and Ran are looking directly at him, but then Karl presumably dies as the screen goes black. 

I’m not sure what this means of course, if it’s significant at all, but I’d like to share my theory/first thought/idea. 

We know that Phil is functionally immortal in the lore. He’s centuries old. As long as he has that one canon life, he doesn’t die (not to mention we also know resurrection and similar powers exist). 

If he were to be immortal though, it isn’t unrealistic that he’d have to change his name with the era- but, he’d stick with something close. He chooses the name ‘Watson’. 

We still don’t canonically know what Ranboo’s other half is, or even how long enderman live, so we don’t really know Ranboo’s lifespan. 

The Pit takes place a few years before Mizu. We all assumed that Ranboo was dead before the events of Mizu (which could still likely happen), however it could also be said that he’s not present, or that he changed his name and left, etc. 

What I’m getting at is- when Techno said that he and Phil would be Ranboo’s senseis/mentors, he seemed serious. It could entirely be possible that Phil, the immortal, took Ranboo under his wing for whatever reason, and they’ve been traveling/living together since. 

Watson seemed concerned about Ran showing that he could teleport- so they seem to have some prior history. Watson knows. Whatever Ran gave Watson could be the reason they survived The Pit. 

I’m just saying....it’s possible, and could explain their characters today. 

Also, as for Jacky’s liking of Ran?

Either Tubbo is also somehow immortal, or it’s a similar situation to Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity. We know reincarnation exists. 

Platonic soulmates or something similar, where whenever a past/future life of Tubbo and Ranboo meet they go ‘oh yes they’re friend shaped’ or something. 

#tales from the smp #dream smp #tftsmp spoilers #ranboo #philza #tubbo #theory #speculation #lemon's stuff

[lonely-lost-soul]

Immortality and Nymphs Pt. II

(Philza x reader)

Kisses. God Phil missed your kisses against his skin most of all, you were always so warm and gentle. He couldn’t wait for you to be a constant in his life once again, he walked all three of you back to his home. Wilbur was eyeing you the entire time almost like he was trying to find the differences between himself and you, thinking, The boy looked much more like himself than he did you, but there were tiny similarities here and there. You didn’t seem to mind though when he asked you questions you answered them truthfully. Once they arrived back at his house Wilbur stood up a little straighter,

“As much as I’d like to stay and talk more, Fundy and I need to get going.” He trailed off a little looking at you, “I still have thousands of questions but I have a revolution to plan.” Wilbur continued as you raised a questioning eyebrow, Phil’s wings ruffled a little as he cleared his throat.

“You should come back next week with the others.” Phil gave a slight nod of his head, “I’ll send a crow to Techno.” Fundy was the one to whip his head and nod eagerly, Wilbur adjusted his glasses but eventually nodded.

“That should work.” Wilbur turned to face you taking a shaky breath, “I’ll see you then?” A tender smile spread across your lips as you reached out to cup Wilbur’s cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere again baby boy,” You whispered as he flushed hesitantly leaning into your touch “I promise.” He pulled away, clearing his throat taking Fundy’s hand as he waved.

“Bye, grandpa! Bye, grandma!” The fox hybrid called and Phil watched as you flushed deeply. Phil wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his wings spreading around your body like a cocoon. You giggled softly as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his beard prickled your skin, you missed the feeling.

“Fundy seems sweet,” You mused as the man behind you kissed the skin of your neck. Phil only hummed in agreement which caused you to laugh, “you’re so not paying attention to what I’m saying are you?”

“What?” You burst into laughter at his genuine confusion, “Come on now. I missed you, can you blame me? You’re distracting.” Phil let out a little huff as you pulled away to face him,

“Then show me how much you missed me my crow,” You purred running your fingers through his feathers, you felt his entire body shiver as his breathing hitched. His fingers dug into your hips,

“Careful. They’re sensitive and wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to get hurt.” Phil teased pressing his forehead against yours,

“Oh, I remember.” You winked teasingly as Phil leaned in to swallow your words with a blistering kiss. He felt you melt against his body as his wings fluffed up, both of you poured all your love and admiration for each other into one another. It was then Phil knew nothing changed between the two of you even after all these years apart, there was still the same amount of love and longing you always shared. Phil lifted you into the air and you hooked your legs around his waist, he felt young again, back in the forest by his old home. He felt you giggle against his lips and pull away to rest your forehead on his own, he chased your lips almost desperately. Your hand came up to cup his cheek and he closed his eyes to lean into his palm, “Take me inside first.” You murmured and his eyes lit up mischievously.

“If I remember correctly you never had a problem with making out in the woods before.” He watched your face turn beat red as he smirked proudly, he adored getting you flustered which way to Sunday.

“Yeah well, I’ve lived in the woods all my life. I think I’m ready to stay with my adoring lover in his house, is that really such a bad thing?”

“No. I’d never be opposed to something like that, not when I’ve missed you this much. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, living with you and raising Wilbur, being a family.” He watched you visibly wince and guilt ebbed at his heart, “Hey, hey you had to do what you needed to. I’d rather have you alive and here now than dead or worse.” Phil reassured and you seemed to relax a little bit in his arms,

“I wish I could’ve been here to raise Wilbur with you...I wish I could’ve seen him grow up.” Your voice wavered a little as Phil pulled you close, he hesitated slightly trying to find the right words to say.

“I wish you were there too. But you’re here now, you’re safe and that’s what matters. Plus…” His cheeks flushed a soft pink, “we could always try again.”

“Jesus Christ Phil,” you giggled covering your mouth with your hands and he looked embarrassed. “I just got home Crow, let's give it some time. But...I’m not opposed in the future.” Phil’s face lit up again and he nodded rapidly, he could agree with that, maybe once you built a better relationship with Wilbur and his other boys that’s when the both of you could try again.

Oh god, the other boys. When he invited them all here next week, he hoped they’d make a good impression if not Dadza was going to craft a belt.

“How long has it been since you’ve had an actual meal?”

“God decades!”

He chuckled deeply, kissing your cheek, and led you into his house to have a nice warm meal. Having you around definitely took some getting used to, his days suddenly shifted around as he accommodated for another person but he didn’t mind. Phil woke up happier than he'd felt in a long time, you were curled up against his chest, the top of your head was right under his chin. He ran a hand through your (h/c) hair, letting it run through his fingers, even though it’s been about a week he still felt like you weren’t really beside him.

Wait a week.

His eyes snapped open and he shot up like a rocket, feathers flying everywhere as you groaned, “Crow? Everything alright?” You asked adorably rubbing your eyes, his stress melted away momentarily as he watched you wake up. A few flowers bloomed in your hair as you came to your senses.

“Everythings fine! Just remembered it’s Sunday and the others don’t usually follow set times.” He pulled you from the bed giving you a quick good morning peck on the lips. “Get dressed, something nice I wanna show you off,” He kissed you again longer this time you giggled.

“To who? Our son and your friends?” He gave a happy little nod, as you rolled your eyes, he felt your fingers fix the hair on his face, Phil closed his eyes and leaned against your touch. “But I’ll do as you wish my Crow,” You stood up from the bed and stretched your arms above your head. Phil had managed to get some clothes for you from a nearby village, he still remembered your style, but tried to make it more modern so you didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. You slid on the new clothes, they hung off you loosely. They clearly needed some tailoring, and you slid on the boots he got you the day before, as much as you like walking around barefoot it was pretty impractical.

“Shall we?” Phil held his arm out to you, you wrapped your arm around his own as he led you outside. You both stood on a hillside covered in soft green grass and a big willow tree. Phil looked down at you, his big wings gently covering your back from any danger, he was sure not feeling the grass between your feet was a foreign feeling to you but you didn’t seem to mind. The smile on your face said it all, you were peaceful and relaxed, letting the breeze flow through your hair. “You’re beautiful,” your eyes snapped up to him your cheeks turning light pink,

“Oh stop it old man.” He made an indignant sound as you laughed, your hands reached up and dragged him down to your level, kissing him tenderly. Phil felt his eyes flutter closed and his wings drop, he was snapped back to reality by loud whistling. You pulled back and he pushed you behind him, wings puffing up defensively, standing on the side of the hill were Wilbur, Tommy, Technoblade, and Fundy. Tommy was the one whistling eyes sparkling mischievously, Wilbur whacked him on the back of the head to get him to shut up.

“Dad! Wil’s being mean to me!”

“Don’t be mean to Tommy Wil,” Phil pressed his fingers to his nose with a sigh “Wilbur don’t antagonize your brother.” Fundy was cackling at their mischief, your eyebrows shot up on your forehead and Phil cleared his throat, face pink. Technoblade just stared seemingly eyeing you suspiciously, “(Y/n) these are my other sons. Boys this is (Y/n) Wilbur’s birth mother.” It was Technoblade’s turn for his eyebrows to raise and Tommy’s jaw dropped to the floor,

“No shit.” Tommy gawked, “You don’t look like her at all Wilbur! You’re so ugly, must’ve gotten that from Phil. Sad.” You burst into hysterical laughter watching Phil glare over at Tommy. Wilbur was seething at his sibling but ignored him in favor of giving you a light hug,

“Good to see you, mom.” He whispered,

“Good to see you too.” Phil heard you respond and hug him back, Wilbur whispered something to you and you made a little surprised face before nodding. Phil assumed he told you that the other boys were not in fact his biological children, but those he had adopted. Fundy soon joined in the hug snuggling into your stomach, you ruffled the young fox’s head and he chirped happily. Tommy walked over to introduce himself to you next, he proclaimed to be not only Phil’s favorite son but Wilbur’s favorite brother too. Which lead him to then boldly declare he’d be your favorite as well and Wilbur sent him a scathing look, ah yes, Phil knew that look rather well. Wilbur inherited that look from you, nose all scrunched up and eyes sharp. You shook the young boy's hand and happily told him you couldn't wait to see him fall into the number one spot. Wilbur shot you an offended look and Phil covered up a laugh with his hand, the offending look was sent to his father next,

“Dad.”

“What?” Phil laughed holding up his hands, “If he wants to win your mother’s attention I’m not gonna stop him. Every man for themselves.”

“Phil,” You nudged him with his elbow “be nice.” Tommy began to boast about how awesome he was in comparison to his brother, you sent a wink to Wilbur’s, and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

You were his number one, anyone with a brain could see that.

Phil noticed Technoblade had his eye on you the entire time, it took him much longer than the others to gain trust. He decided to walk away from you to stand by the hybrid's side, “Hey mate.” Technoblade only grunted in response, arms crossed over his broad chest protectively, “What’s crawled up your butt eh?”

“You didn’t tell me ‘bout her.” He motioned in your direction with his chin, “you tell me everything. Why not her?” Technoblade was trying to remain stoic but after all these years he could tell he was hurt. Phil sighed softly scratching the stubble on his chin as he watched Fundy run around you trying to fight for your attention.

“It was hard for me to talk about, she didn’t leave on her own free will. Her life was in danger and I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again. It was a shock when she came back last week, a good shock but a shock nonetheless. (Y/n) was my everything, is my everything. I kept it from everyone because I hoped it would keep her alive and safe from those who wished to harm her.” Phil looked over at Techno, for once Phil’s eyes showed his true age, “I’m sorry mate you know I would’ve told you if I could. Doesn’t take much for me to start gushing ‘bout her. I mean look at her.” Phil glanced back over at you, Fundy was on your shoulders, his hat on your head, meanwhile, Wilbur was wrestling with Tommy on the ground. You looked over at him desperate for his help and Phil only smiled over at you and shook his head. Your eyes screamed distressed as you tried to get the boys to stop fighting, Phil felt Techno’s eyes on him and he looked back at his son and friend.

“I understand I suppose,” Technoblade sighed rubbing the back of his neck, “You wanted to protect her. I can’t be mad at you for that, but no more secrets alright? Promise me?”

“Promise. Now go say hi to her before she gets upset and thinks you don’t like her,” Phil nudged him forward and his eyes widened a little,

“Heh? Phil hold on-”

“(Y/n)! This is Techno.” Phil clapped the man on the back, you looked up at him with a kind smile.

“Pleasure to meet you Technoblade, I like your cape.” Phil watched the man flush in embarrassment at the compliment,

“Eh...thanks. Like your flowers.” He motioned to the flowers blooming in your hair, you beamed brightly at him, always happy to talk about your flowers.

“Thank you, sweetie!” His ears turned red and he waved you off anxiously, he moved to peel Tommy away from Wilbur, wanting to get out of this conversation. Fundy hopped off your shoulders to tackle his father and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “wow. They’re…”

“A lot?”

“Yes.” You laughed fondly, “but…”

“I wouldn’t trade them for the world.” Phil nodded kissing you on the apple of your cheek,

“Good. You better not. They’re all my sons now. I hope you know that” You leaned against his chest, he laughed and you felt his chest rise and fall.

“I’d expect nothing less from you.”

Letters. That’s how most of you communicated in the years to follow, Wilbur would send letters and you would beam in delight. It melted Phil’s heart, he knew his son was busy with the revolution and the now Presidency but he wished he’d visit his mother. You would write him back almost immediately after receiving a letter, you’d seal the letter with a kiss before sending it off with one of Phil’s crows. Afterward, Phil would take you in his arms and pepper you in tender kisses, you would giggle and snuggle into his arms. He told you he loved you, and you cooed and told you loved him back, then you both would share a kiss. Phil loved those days the most, seeing you truly happy made his heart swell. There were days where Phil taught you how to fight, days where you would garden, and days where he let you groom his feathers. He loved that, grooming was another one of the things he missed the most, you got out all the tangled feathers just perfectly. He would lean back against your hands head falling on your shoulder as he panted, his pupils were blown wide as you hummed fondly.

So, maybe Phil enjoyed it a little more than he remembered.

It was a cold autumn day when the letters stopped coming, you were heartbroken, always anxiously petting and feeding his crows. They could sense your disappointment in waves, it was almost choking Phil himself, his heart ached to see you so sad. He pets your hair gently as you both sat on the hill with the willow tree, he noticed the bags under your eyes were dark, Phil’s frown only deepened.

“My love please smile for me, I’ve missed it so much these past few weeks.”

“Somethings wrong,” Your voice was soft looking up at Phil “He wouldn’t just stop writing to us. He always writes to us.” He hated the way your voice quivered, “what if he changed his mind about me?” Phil shushed you softly with a kiss,

“First of all, there’s no way he changed his mind about you. The way the both of you bonded these past few years, Wilbur wouldn’t throw that all away for no good reason.” He tried to reassure you, “Although, I will admit this is strange. Wilbur isn’t one to not write to me, it’s something he’s always done ever since he was old enough to spell.”

“Crow…” You whispered, “can we visit him? Just to put my mind at ease...please.” Phil’s heart melted as soon as he saw your puppy dog eyes, he nodded and you smiled.

Good. He was going to keep that there as long as he was physically able.

The next day, Phil scooped you up in his arms and you headed towards the direction of his son's new nation.

It was called L’Manburg if Phil remembered correctly.

What the both of you didn’t expect to see was a war zone, “Phil…” You murmured eyes wide in fear, he held you to his chest, your brow furrowed in worry. He swore he could see Tommy and Techno looking up at them from below, it didn’t ease the anxiety prickling at his skin, the sky suddenly went black with crows.

A bad omen, something bad was going to happen, and they knew it.

“Phil they’re distressed. Somethings wrong.”

“I know hon,” Phil looked around worriedly, he spotted a glance of Wilbur walking into some sort of room. He landed just outside the entrance, he put you on your feet, “Stay behind me.” He instructed you, you nodded your head clutching onto his bicep. The both of you stepped into the dimly lit room, there were scrawlings etched into the wall, all scratched in by Wilbur. Your brow furrowed in concern, fingers dancing across the lettering, “what’re you doing?” Phil spoke, his tone flat and serious, looking dead at your son, wings spreading out behind him.

“Wilby?” You asked softly as he slowly turned around, his big brown eyes were wet and wide.

“Mom…” He whispered, “I didn’t want…” Wilbur looked away from you and grit his teeth, “Welcome to L’manburg. Sorry, you have to see it like this, war-torn and broken. I wanted you to see it in its prime, a shame you didn’t visit sooner.”

“Wilbur, don’t do this,” Phil said watching his son look longingly at the button in the middle of the wall, almost with longing. “This is your country, it can be fixed. Things can be rebuilt, it’s where you raised your son,” Phil continued his entire body tense and nervous he was too aware of the sword on Wilbur’s hip. Phil reached out his hand as you walked towards Wilbur,

“Baby boy…” You whispered tenderly, vines slowly growing out of the cracks in the floor. “Don’t do this I only just got you back, please think about what you’re doing.” Wilbur’s brow furrowed watching you smile softly holding out your arm, “Everything will be alright I promise you. We can help you.” He let out a wet laugh running a hand through his brown curls, his pointed ears visible.

“It’s not the same nation anymore. There was a special place where people could go but it’s not there. It’s no longer the nation it once was Mom.”

“It is there. You've just- You've just won it back, Wil!” Phil spoke up in opposition to his son.

“MOM, Dad, I’m ALWAYS SO CLOSE to pressing this button, Phil! I've BEEN HERE like seven or eight times, I've been here seven or eight times...Phil, I've been here so many times…” All of you jumped a little at the sound of crackling fireworks outside, “They're fighting. They're fighting!” Phil and you glanced at one another, there was a beat of silence.

“And you want to just blow it all up, You fought so hard to get this land back... So hard.” You argued reaching out to cup his cheeks, he melted into your palms, snuggling into them like they were his last lifeline.

“I don't even know if it works anymore, Mom, I don't even know if the button works, I could, I could... press it.”

“Do you really wanna take that risk?” Phil laughed, “There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.”

“Phil... There was a saying, Phil. By a traitor. Once part of L'Manburg. A traitor- I don't know if you've heard of Eret? He had a saying...It was never meant to be!” He tossed his hand back and slammed it against the button, you let out a devastating shriek pulling Wilbur into your arms to try and protect him from the blast. Phil felt pure adrenaline enter his bloodstream as he flew towards you and his son. His wings wrapped around the both of you and you whimpered, some of his feathers caught fire and he squeezed his loved one’s harder. Wilbur meanwhile let out a roaring cry “MY L'MANBURG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, NO-ONE CAN, PHIL!”

“Oh, my god…” Phil spoke, his voice quivering with horror, Wilbur looked down at you, hurt and pride swam in his eyes,

“Are you proud of me mama?” He whispered softly as your thumb caressed his cheeks, Phil glanced down at you ignoring the pain in his wing, your eyes were wet but you were still smiling.

It didn’t reach your eyes.

“I’ll always be proud of you Wilbur. I’m your mother, and I love you, I’ll always love you.” He let out a little cry, you were so genuine with him, your love was smothering him. Wilbur looked up at his father and grabbed his wrist,

“Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me!” Wilbur broke away from his hold and tossed his sword Phil’s way. Phil caught it in his arms the lines in his forehead creasing with worry, “Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Killza, Killza, do it! Kill me, Phil! Murder me! Look, they all want you to! Do it, Phil! Kill me! Phil, kill me!”

“I- You're my SON!”

“Wilbur NO! PHIL DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” You cried as Wilbur shoved you away from him, your growing distress caused vines to spill into the room, filling it with greenery, nature wanted to protect you.

“No matter what you- dude, no matter what you've done, I can't-” Phil’s voice cracked, his knuckles turning white against the hilt of the blade.

Wilbur slammed his fist against the wall, “Phil, it's- LOOK! LOOK! HOW MUCH WORK WENT INTO THIS, and it's GONE!” He grabbed Phil’s hand and shoved the point of the sword into his chest, “Do it. Do it.”

“PHIL!” You sobbed grabbing onto his other arm, eyes red and puffy, fat tears were running down your pink cheeks.

The man squeezed his eyes tightly, his throat closing up, he couldn’t look at you, he could feel the look of horror that was slowly spreading across your face.

“Phil. I’m begging you we can get him help, I can’t lose him. Not again, not when I’ve only just got him back.” You choked out, “he’s my baby. He’s our baby.” You were clinging to Phil desperately, your smile was gone, he failed you and he failed his own son.

“Do it, Dad.” Wilbur interrupted you, you let out a desperate cry and Wilbur shushed you softly, brushing away your tears. “It’s better this way,” Wilbur leaned down and kissed your forehead, “I love you and I forgive you.” He looked back at Phil and his disintegrating right-wing, guilt ate at him, “It’s time.”

Phil let out a deep breath, jaw tense and he felt you bury your head in his uninjured wing. He ran his sword through his son’s chest, Wilbur fell forward against the blade, he choked on the blood in his mouth, it flowed out of the corners and stained the front of his shirt. Phil felt you move to look but he covered your face with his wing once more, “Don’t look darlin’” He whispered as your sobs only increased, Wilbur slowly died in his arms with a smile on his face that would forever haunt Phil’s nightmares. He stroked Wilbur’s hair as he slowly faded out of existence, three lives completely snuffed out, Phil was part of giving him life and was the one to take his final one. Once Wilbur was gone you crumpled to the floor loud sobs echoing in the chamber, he fell beside you and wrapped you in his arms, you clutched his beanie to your chest.

“It’s alright. It’ll be okay.”

“Okay! Philza Minecraft how the FUCK is this gonna be okay!” You snarled in his arms but he only held you tighter, “Our son...our baby is dead.” You choked holding your hand to your mouth, the vines that had grown started dying feeding off your agony. “He’s gone…” You whimpered letting Phil caress your hair and plant kisses on the top of your head.

“We’ll get through this. I promise you.” He swore up to you cupping your cheeks within his hands, you sniffled a little and gave a small nod of your head. You were drained emotionally and physically, Phil’s heart ached in his chest.

“You’re hurt…”

“I’ll be alright,” He tried to stretch out his wings he flinched as pain shot up the right side of his body. Phil’s wing was charred to bits, you both knew the unspoken truth that he’d never fly like he once did, Wilbur wasn’t the only thing Phil would mourn.

“We need to set up a grave for him. Under the willow tree, I’ll plant yellow flowers. That way he can always be close to us so long as we live there,” You looked up at him eyebrows pinched so tight “Please.”

“You don’t need permission Darlin’.” He whispered to you resting his forehead against your own, “If that’s where you want it that’s where it’ll be.”

“Good.”

Phil slowly helped you to your feet, you weren’t injured, a few cuts and scrapes he took the majority of the damage from the explosion just like he had planned. He hissed as he tried to put pressure on his left ankle, “Fuck me. I’m too young to need a cane.”

“Eh,” You smiled weakly “Wouldn’t say that.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled softly, your laughter significantly improved his mood, even if it was a minuscule adjustment. “We all can’t be as spry as you,”

“What can I say some of us have it and some of us don’t.” You smirked slightly hearing another loud explosion go off in the distance, “the Withers. Technoblade spawned them didn’t he?” Your eyebrows furrowed in thought and Phil gave a little nod,

“Most likely.”

“Our boys, they can’t do anything without explosions can they?” You shakily whispered and Phil couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh,

“Guess so,” He shrugged limply as you slipped Wilbur’s beanie on your head,

“What now?” You looked up at him through wet eyelashes, Phil caressed the back of your head,

“We go home, bury what’s left of Wilbur, and take a look at my wings to assess the damage.” Phil watched you nod numbly against him, “it’ll be a long walk back.” He groaned rubbing his eyes and you rubbed his back soothingly.

“Let me handle that,” You reassured and he raised an eyebrow the both of you moved to leave the structure neither one of you wanted to put up with anyone, you both had lost a son and wanted time to mourn. Plus, it seemed Tommy and Technoblade were busy fighting. Phil watched you with careful eyes allowing himself to lean against one of the trees that survived the explosion. You placed your fingers in your mouth and gently whistled, not only did a crow from a tree flutter by but a wandering horse as well, you really were an animal whisperer. The crow ruffled its feathers and cawed loudly at Phil, he shot the crow a look and flipped it off, meanwhile, you worked your magic taming the horse in a matter of moments. “Come here Crow,” You held as your hand and he fell into it, you helped him onto the horse and he shot you a look,

“I’m not riding on this horse with you walking on foot. Switch with me.” Phil tried to argue but you shushed him,

“You took an explosion to the back. Take a breather, relax, nature helps me heal anyway.” You hummed fondly as he slumped against the horse reluctantly, it took about an hour to get back home, Phil had lost all feeling in his wing and wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and go to sleep. As the looming willow tree came into view Phil heard you sniffle and clutch his son’s beanie on your head,

“(Y/n)?”

“I-I’m alright.” You cleared your throat shaking your head, “Let’s get you looked at before anything else, okay?” Phil too exhausted to argue only nodded limply, you helped him inside and set him down on a chair. “Spread your wings for me,” You commanded, helping him stretch out his wings. He cursed, only feeling pure agony shoot through his right side,

“Ow! Fuck me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” You whispered out tenderly rubbing the base of his left-wing. The mixture of pain and pleasure was foreign but not completely unwelcome. “Oh, Phil…” You trailed off hesitant to touch the damage that was inflicted, “I don’t...I don’t think-” You chewed the bottom of your lip, but Phil got the message, he wasn’t going to be able to fly as he once did, maybe ever again. His flight feathers were singed to hell, completely burned away, not to mention the patchiness of his other feathers. His shoulders slumped forward as he ran a hand down his face, he was exhausted, he felt the coolness on his wing as you spread some antibiotic on the injury. “I’m sorry,” You kissed the back of his neck and he shivered at the feeling. “We’ll bury what we have tomorrow, you need rest.”

“I’ll be fine-”

“Phil, I will force you into bed. Don’t fucking test me right now, I will force you if I have to.” You hissed out glaring daggers at him, he should be threatened but he just felt oddly aroused.

He decided to attribute that to how fucked up he felt today.

Phil allowed you to tuck him into bed as gentle as you were capable of doing, “I’m going to send out some letters. I’ll join you in a little bit.” He felt you remove his hat and run your fingers through his blonde hair, he leaned into your touch like a kitten. As soon as you shut the door, Phil was out like a light.

Phil found out the next day that you had sent a letter out to both Tommy and Technoblade, you wouldn’t specify what you sent but you seemed a bit more relaxed than you had the other day. You both didn’t get a chance to bury what was left of Wilbur until a week later, Phil’s healing process was slower than he could’ve imagined. Phil reluctantly had to use a cane to get around easily, his crows laughed at him but you were also so kind and careful.

You were an angel.

The two of you buried him under the willow tree on the hill where you’d met the other members of your odd family for the first time. Technoblade had shown up at your doorstep holding out a large box inside of it was a stone tombstone inscribed on the tombstone was Wilbur’s name and date of birth and death. It had surprised Phil that the hybrid even agreed to make this for you, but at the same time, he was Phil’s adoptive son and closest friend, he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. Phil had placed Wilbur’s coat and beanie into a box and placed it under the ground. You had kept your promise and had grown little yellow flowers around the site of the burial, and the two parents mourned the loss of their biological son. Technoblade stood close by a hand resting on Phil’s shoulder in hopes to soothe him at least a little bit, Phil would never admit it but he appreciated the gesture.

Little did the three of them know, a small smile spread across a young ghost’s face. He picked at the sleeves of his yellow sweater, maybe he could give both of them some blue sometime to help them heal.

He had a feeling they’d like that idea.

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I usually don't tag people in my stories but I figured a lot of people wanted a part two:

@xx-smiley-xx @dreamsofficialwife @dirtydiavolo @thatguythatsshy

@shinyshimaagain @little-odd-dude @theultimatewifu32 @hee-hee-haw @thegeekishere

#philza minecraft x reader #philza minecraft x you #philza x y/n #philza x reader #philza x you #minecraft x reader #minecraft x you #minecraft fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #fluff and angst #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #x reader #reader insert #philza drabble #philza imagine #Platonic Wilbur Soot x reader #son wilbur soot x reader mother #c!Phil x reader #platonic technoblade x reader #platonic tommyinnit x reader

[ze-maki-nin]

Ghost Reader Shaves Friend Hc!

Requested: Yes!

Ah nice....well... I DEMAND GHOSTBUR X GHOST READER HEADCANNONS WHEN THE GHOST READER SHEARS FREIND PLZ IM STILL NOT OVER HIS DEATH i just need fluff pog thru the pain ig

Pairing: Ghostbur x Gn! Ghost Reader!

Idea: Our Ghost Reader shaves Friend!

Tags/Warnings: None, Fluff! (If there is any warnings that I missed pls tell me!)

A/N: Hope you enjoy it @bloodystars!! Its my first time doing headcanons! So sorry if its bad! I am also not over his death so-

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✦ The reader would just be wandering around looking for some sheep to make a sweater

✦ Then they would find Friend

✦ Who is lost...

✦ ANYWAYS!

✦ You smiled and pulled out some wheat, beckoning Friend over

✦ Friend, being the naive sheep they where, went over to the reader

✦ Reader then sat down, sheep sitting in front of them happily chewing on some weat, and pulled out some shears...

✦ You then proceeded to shear Friend...

✦ Halfway through shearing friend, who was content, you heard someone scream

✦ "AAAAAAAAA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO FRIEND!?!?!"

✦ Ya...Ghostbur wasn't very happy you sheared his friend

✦ You just sat there, staring at the screaming man

✦ "Do you need something?" You kindly asked, casually shearing the rest of Friend

✦ "YOU'RE SHEARING FRIEND?!" Ghostbur just screamed, "Running" over to you and Friend

✦ You just stared at him confused as he hugged Friend "Crying"

✦ You asked if he was okay and he just sniffled, telling you that you made his friend bald

✦ You just laughed, telling him sheeps needed to be sheared every once in a while anyways

✦ Is this true? Don't Know!

✦ ANYWAYS!

✦ He just stared

✦ With those big round, glossy eyes of his

✦ And asked "Really?"

✦ You then explained it to him, smiling as you packed up all the blue wool

✦ "Ohhhhh! I didnt know that!!"

✦ After that you said goodbye and started floating back to your small house

✦ But...

✦ Ghostbur followed you...

✦ You didn't notice until you got home T-T

✦ You set down your bag of wool when a knock rang through your house

✦ You didn't question it and went to open it

✦ "Helloooooo!"

✦ It was the ghost from earlier...

✦ "Did-Did you follow me??"

✦ You were so confused but let him in anyways

✦ The, previously, blue sheep following him

✦He then started explaining to you that he wanted to be friends!

✦ Of course you agreed to being his friend!

✦ What kind of monster wouldn't want to be his friend!

✦ You guys would then sit in front of a fire

✦ Talking about anything

✦ While you knit yourself and Ghostbur matching sweaters!!

✦ And Ghostburs just rambling on and on about Tommy and Techno and Phil

✦ Literally anything he could think of

✦ Even the stuff he was supposed to keep a secret-

✦ ANYWAYS!!

✦ You are now the holder of many Secrets ^_^

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Hope you enjoyed! Its my first time doing headcanons! So sorry if they're not what you wanted! Taglist:@forefinn

#Nightmares Writings #Nightmares first Headcanons! #Ghostbur x reader #ghostbur x you #ghostbur x y/n #ghostbur #ghostbur fanfic #ghostbur headcanon #dsmp ghostbur #nonbinary #non binary #dream smp headcannon #dsmp headcannon #gender neutral reader #they/them #gn reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp friend #fanfic #dsmp fanfic

[reporterleroux]

The Hybrids Society

Characters: c!hybrids x gn!striderhybrid!reader (/p)

A/N: Yet again suggested by my friend my ideas are on a low rn lmao

UPDATE AFTER WRITING:

I have been made aware that Ranboo is uncomfortable with x readers, I am trying to privately save any to find things that may possibly be uncomfortable for him in the future and avoid them, however I cannot do that with asks. This can be read as a friendship if you please, I personally don't think it's weird for friends to hold hands, but if youre uncomfortable please scroll.

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The hybrids of the SMP always seemed to be pretty innocent, doing their own things, living their own lives. But behind the scenes there was a secret society for them. A society away from normal humans. A society built for them. It simply went by the Hybrids Society, that's all. It was a group for everything, from healing and support, to meetings for when it came to more serious times. When it came to meetings, everyone had to attend, but otherwise it was open for any of them to stroll in and get what they need any time. The main people you would normally see there would be Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy and Phil, Techno and Foolish would appear from time to time when needed, but otherwise the others were barley seen at all. It was content, quiet enough for them. They had all the support they could need, right where only they could find it. It was only these lot, until you came along.

It was just a normal day for you, strolling around the lowest points of your home on the lava, checking in on all your friends and family, even if they were full Striders and not Human hybrids. That was until 2 people saw you.

"Uh, Phil? That's a person, right?"

Ranboo asked Phil. They were out looking for some Quartz, it would usually be Phil and Techno or Ranboo and Techno, but he was busy today, so the 2 of them went instead. Phil looked awfully confused, so Ranboo pointed in your direction, both seeing you playing with the smaller Striders in the middle of the lava pool.

"Oh yeah mate, it looks so. How are they not burning?"

Phil said. Ranboo just shrugged in confusion. They stood in silence, careful to be aware of their surroundings, watching you trying to figure out how you weren't burning.

"Why don't we go down and talk to them?"

Ranboo suggested. Phil took a moment to look in his inventory for cobble, if they were going to head towards you, they needed enough.

"Got any spare cobble? I think I'm just slightly short of it."

Phil asked Ranboo. You didn't have to ask him twice, as he pulled out all the cobble in his inventory and passed it to Phil. You could tell he was excited to meet you.

It wasn't long until they were at a suitable level and started bridging towards you. About halfway through their bridging, you noticed them, and decided to walk towards them to help them save resources. They somehow didn't notice you, not until you started talking to them.

"Hello."

You simply stated. The bridging blonde was taken by surprise and fell from the shock. If it wasn't for you catching him, he would've fallen into the lava.

"Sorry about that, here, pass me that, I'll help you."

You said as Phil passed you the cobble, and you began to build a bigger platform for them to stand on.

"Thanks... Wh-whats your name?"

The bi coloured boy asked, clearly nervous about meeting you, now that it was happening in person.

"I'm Y/N, how about you guys?"

Ranboo looked at Phil, and Phil looked at Ranboo, both clearly confused on who's answering first.

"I'm Phil, and this is Ranboo."

Phil finally spoke up, pointing at Ranboo as he said his name. He waved in response.

"Nice names! Would you like to stay and chat for a bit? Obviously if you're not busy, it's just nice to talk to someone since noone here speaks English."

You said. The 2 looked at eachother, remembering what they came for.

"We gotta get some Quartz, but you can come with us if you can walk on land?"

Phil asked. You thought about it for a moment. You'd never been on land before. Would you drag them behind their schedule? Striders are infamous for walking slowly on land, is it the same with you?

"Yeah, sure! I'm not sure if I'll slow you down though, I've never walked on land before."

You answered, excitement dying down slightly in the second sentence. Ranboo looked at you in slight disappointment of your excitement dying down.

"Don't worry kid, it's fine. There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

You nodded in responce, and Phil held out his hand to pull you up, as the platform was one block above lava level. You placed your bare feet on the cobble. It was cold, rocky. But nice. It was different, you liked that. Phil started walking back, Ranboo behind him and you behind Ranboo, surprising you as you were walking at the same speed as them.

You were next to Ranboo, the 2 of you walking behind Phil, talking while he looked for Quartz. Ranboo would unconsciously stop talking at times to study you and your hybrid features. You had pale red skin, dark red hair, and wore a raggy shirt and trousers.

"So,"

Ranboo began.

"What other hybrid features do you have?"

You thought for a moment. The issue is you didn't really know. You never went outside the lava, never tried something new before today.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I've never left the lava before today. All I know is that I like mushrooms, it's the only edible vegetation here for me and it's quite nice."

Ranboo let out a slight laugh at your honest opinions, which made you smile. You didn't know what you did or how you did it, but it felt nice.

You were all there for a while, you got to know Ranboo quite well and he got to know you quite well. You got back to the portal, kinda upset that it was time for them to leave. They both looked at you, before looking at eachother, and back at you again.

"Would you like to come with us? Y'know, like live in the overworld with us, meet out friends?"

Your eyes visibly lighted up.

"Yes! I'd love to!"

You called out. Ranboo offered you his hand so he could help you through the portal, which you excitedly took. You all stepped through the purple swirls, and before you knew it, you were somewhere you've never seen before.

It was indoors and decorated like your home, granted, but you cod tell it was different. You felt scared. You gripped Ranboos hand tighter, he looked over to you confused until he realised how scared you looked.

"Hey, it's ok, it's a nice world out there, trust me."

Ranboo told you with a smile. You smiled back but still didn't let go of his hand fully, you just released your grip a bit. It was all fine until you got to the exit of the building. It was pouring down with rain. Phil looked over at Ranboo and handed him a coat. You looked confused.

"He's an enderman hybrid, so he can't go into the rain. Wait, since you're a hybrid from the nether, does that mean you can't go out into rain?"

Phil said. You shrugged before you stuck the back of your hand out into the rain. It only took a single drop for you to pull your hand back in pain. You could see where it landed, it was physically sizzling.

"Ah. In that case, wanna get under with me?"

Ranboo asked, lifting up the coat so you could get under. You edged closer to him, as he released your hand and rested it across your back and looped his hand to hold onto your stomach. You reached up for his hand with one of yours, the other pulling the edge of the coat down. It wasn't overly comfortable, it wasn't the biggest coat, and Ranboo had to bend down to your level due to his height. But it was whatever it took for you both to be safe. The issue is you assumed you were running and didn't know where to go.

"Uh, Phil? I guess we're running, right? I have no clue where were going."

Phil looked at you, before looking at Ranboo and turning back around.

"Don't worry, Ranboo will show you. Now, ready? Let's go!"

Phil said before running into the rain, the 2 of you close behind. Ranboo held you close, making sure you weren't hurt at all. He was used to this by now, but was aware you were new to rain, and wanted to make sure you get back in one piece.

You finally reached where you were heading to, and Ranboo stood at his full height, letting the wet coat fall off both your backs. Phil was aware of why you both didn't touch it and picked it up for you. You followed Ranboo into the place.

"This, Y/N, is what we like to call the Hybrids Society. It's a place open for all hybrids whenever they need it. It's hidden away from the non-hybrids, so please don't tell them about it."

Ranboo said. You nodded when he said not to tell the non-hybrids, as you both approached a corner. You tugged on his jacket to grab his attention.

"I'm not sure about this mind..."

You said nervously. Sure, you were excited to meet hybrids like you, but it was also nerve wracking.

"Don't stress, you'll be fine."

You grabbed Ranboos hand and walked behind him as he walked around the corner. Phil had already walked ahead.

"Hey Fundy, Tubbo, Techno! Were back!"

Ranboo said as he walked in. You hoped his tall figure would hide you since you were considerably shorter than him.

"Hey Ranboo! Why's your hand behind your back?"

Fundy asked, as Tubbo nodded in agreement to his question. Techno was looking through chests for potion ingredients, not paying attention to them. Phil was in the corner smiling, looking for some clothes for you to wear. Ranboo looked at you, as you looked back up at him. He smiled at you softly.

"Remember what I said, it'll be fine."

You slowly poked your head out from behind him, before showing your whole self, waving at them nervously, still holding Ranboos hand.

"This is Y/N. They're a Strider Hybrid and we met them in the Nether earlier."

Ranboo introduced you. Techno perked up at the fact you were found in the Nether and finally looked at you both.

"Hello Y/N! I'm Tubbo, I'm a Goat hybrid!"

Tubbo introduced himself as he waved at you excitedly. You smiled and waved back.

"I'm Fundy, a Fox hybrid. Nice to meet you."

Phil had finished looking for clothes by now and was watching you all. He could see Techno looking at you in curiosity as to your hybrid abilities. He made his way over to him and nudged him.

"Go on then mate, introduce yourself!"

Phil whisper-shouted to Techno.

"Uh, yeah right, sorry. I'm Technoblade, but you can just call me Techno."

He said in a monotone voice before turning back to what he was doing.

"Y/N, here, go put these on, it's probably more comfortable than what you're wearing now."

Phil said as he handed you the clothes he picked out, baggy jeans and a red shirt. You took them before Phil pointed towards where you could go change. You walked off to go change, while the others continued the conversation.

"So, about you guys,"

Fundy began with a smirk on his face. Ranboo instantly cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

"Were just friends. They were nervous about leaving their long time home, and I don't blame them. We talked alot during the trip so I suppose we got quite close and they started clinging to me for safety? I'm not sure, we'll just see how it goes."

Ranboo said. It was a simple response, with a simple theory, he just didn't know if it was correct.

You later walked out of where you were changing in your new clothes, happy with the selection.

"These are nice, thanks Phil."

You said. Phil simply nodded his head slightly.

"Hungry? There's some mushrooms over there if that's what you fancy. They're overworld ones though, not ones from the Nether."

Ranboo asked. You headed towards where Ranboo pointed and looked at the mushrooms. They were way different to ones you were used to, they were beige or red and white spotted, rather than blue and orange. You looked back over as if to say "Are these safe to eat?" and they all nodded. You simply shrugged before taking one of each and trying them one after the other.

"Mm! These are nice! Different from the usual, granted but it's nice that they are different."

You sealed the approval of the mushrooms.

You hung out at the base of the Society for a bit longer, meeting more hybrids and getting to know others better. It was getting late, and there was just one problem. You didn't have anywhere to sleep. You started getting tired, and they all noticed.

"Hey, we got beds here, want us to stay here tonight and we'll find you somewhere to sleep tomorrow?"

Tubbo asked, praying the others wouldn't mind what he put them up to. All you could do was nod, before you physically went out cold.

"Damn, they are tired, huh. It's been a long day for them I suppose."

Phil said, while Ranboo picked you up before taking you to one of the beds and staying until you felt comfortable.

"Goodnight Y/N. See you tomorrow."

He said before walking out. It was a different life, of course it was, but it was going to be a nicer one for you, with more people to talk to, and a best friend you would trust with your life.

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A/N: a place for them would be nice where they just do stuff yeah

#dream smp #ranboo #philza #tubbo #fundy #technoblade #ranboo x reader #philza x reader #tubbo x reader #fundy x reader #technoblade x reader

[strawberry-jammers]

child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno. 

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room. 

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.” 

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed. 

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action. 

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly. 

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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!" 

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more. 

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time. 

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?" 

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try." 

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid. 

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?” 

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid. 

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food. 

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy. 

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house. 

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

#tommyinnit x child reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #technoblade #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #x reader #child reader