#then Wilbur forces Philza to kill him

[raguerel]

I dont think qsmpwatcher who never see philza with wings realize how actual powerful he is. The whole his character with wings come from his liking of using elytra so efficiently as if 'he was born with it'

It's not a bit why people hyping phil up so much about using wings he genuinely amazing with using elytra as in combat and etc.

The famous one is his terra swoop force run first try 0 death and he not even serious about it lmao he just going at his own pace enjoying the view

his whole 'angle of death' are nickname given by technoblade during the smpe! by him wearing elytra all the time and swoop killed ppl in one hit with it.

( The one ppl see the most is when smpe!wil steal dragon eggs from them and phil swoop in one shot him in a matter of second)

His character since then always have wings and usually describe to be a really long black feather wings resemble crows feathers. ( Noted: He never stated to be crow hybrid so all we known for sure is he a winged human lmao )

and in the server that doesn't give access to the end realms he give a detailed of what happened to his wings

c!Philza's wings one of his is broken from protecting c!wilbur from the explosion ( his inspired after watching sadist animation and he make it canon )

q!Philza's wings got clipped by the federations after he woke up in the trains ( he stated this since the start of the <edit> qsmp on 20th may! 5months ago :D )

And it not just his wings but also his mannerism while playing. Perching in higher place, his character doesn't like plain glass

To be noted that he is aware of how bird is and play it into his character ; hint how bird are under stress will picks out all of its feathers, slowly having more aggressive behavior and being wild bird will get fucked up by being in a cage. He is aware of all of it :D

So us crows seeing that the admin adding wings to the bird hybrid is very exciting to us since it always been a huge lore on phil's character. And they work on wings are so amazing and beautiful too. I am so excited for stuff in the future!

Ps. here his terra swoop force run if anyone interested to see how he's with wings

And here more of his moment with elytra!

He's a badass with wing! Which why ppl always said they nerfed him by clipping his wings lmao

https://youtu.be/u0j7ecBu2x4?si=KlUEGCd6htB3w3t3

https://youtu.be/bZa4hQlIuVY?si=K-c2qTx-UIdBXC0z

https://youtu.be/ilfMXOqiwhs?si=LVp_deLuDtj8EXa5

https://youtu.be/HTmqE56u0uM?si=u7vq3wSgC-y2ksFw

https://youtu.be/V4WPF73Bnzw?si=Ygr4ZF4k5bpHisAY

#philza #raguerel.rambler #qphilza #q!philza #qsmp philza #Youtube

[greenteabelle]

thinking about how philza's character in every universe (or server lol) never really gets their happy ending .

hc!philza is destined to roam his world forever alone , with only remnants of history left to accompany him . so what if he continues to find structures and hints of what once was ? he's missed the opportunity to experience all the mythical stories he can only glean from pieces of rubble . he's alone , and he always will be .

dsmp!philza was forced to kill his son as soon as he finally found him after radio silence . and even when he returns as a phantom , he never really manages to bridge that deep chasm in their relationship . the one true friend that he could always rely on , whether as they ruled the entire world together or simply spent their days secluded in the snowy mountains , couldn't make it to the end . two immortal gods , finding solace in each other's loneliness only for one to be left alone again at the very end .

osmp!philza was left with nothing but empty promises as his friends left the safe haven he built with them one by one . he reunites with them a few times in the future , sure , but he can never really reminisce about their times together without leaving a bad taste in his mouth . even at the very end , he can't find the one friend who spared him those lonely times , always just a universe behind his little fella .

30days!philza died with his back turned to the one he trusted the most . despite all his years of experience teaching him to never let his guard down , he does . because he trusts wilbur . and so the last thing he sees as he's pushed off the ledge is the wide-eyed mortification in wilbur's eyes . and it's bittersweet , to know that he would exchange his own life if it meant that his could be returned . but the damage is done , and the ending is bittersweet .

and now , q!philza .

burdened with the task of caring for an egg with a partner he barely knew , he did the one thing he never thought he would do : play it safe . with the threat of the federation , the monstrous creatures that roam the island and the code that seemed hellbent on killing them , he played as an innocent bystander in every major event . because when you've lived a life as long as philza's , you know the worst that the world has to offer , and he so desperately wants to shield his child's innocence . despite the knowledge that chayanne may never remember their time together when he hatches , that the fabled dragon may simply devour him once it finds chayanne in his possession , he protects chayanne .

how could he not , when chayanne is the one he can finally protect for once ?

then he's ripped right out of his clutches once again , along with tallulah whom he's grown unavoidably fond of ( because it's wilbur's daughter , what other outcome could he truly expect ? ) , powerless to do anything . in his desperation to be reunited with his children once more , he ignores every single alarm bell that rings as he makes his way to the birdhouse .

even as he's freed , he's haunted by birds that seem to follow him wherever he goes , as though someone is always watching and reminding him of the consequences of rebelling .

purgatory ?

the name explains itself quite aptly , i believe .

so i guess the whole point of this post is just to appreciate that no matter the tragedy that constantly surrounds philza's characters in every universe he's in , he still keeps going forward .

#philza #philza minecraft #hardcore season 4 #dream smp #dsmp #origins smp #osmp #30 days smp #quackity smp #qsmp #idk how long i'll be able to keep up these angsty posts #but i'll continue to live laugh love in the angst that phil provides ig

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

RECAP OF TOMMY'S LORE STREAM!

(This stream does NOT feature cc!Dream, however c!Dream is mentioned frequently).

Tommy messages Tubbo to meet him on Punz's tower. When Tubbo arrives, he remarks that he hasn’t seen Tommy in months. They jump off into the fountain for fun, and talk about how they miss being lively.

They go to Tommy's house, and Tommy mentions he hasn’t been there in months either, and explains about the torture mixtape to Tubbo. They go down to the tunnels, which Tommy has rebuilt, and talk about how Dream ruins their lives and how he's specifically dedicated his own life to making Tommy suffer.

Tommy breaks his plan to Tubbo that he wants to kill Dream. He feels bad and doesn’t want to kill anyone, but he thinks it’s necessary for Dream to stop torturing them. He proposes making a cottage core forest nation they can co-rule after. Tubbo suggests going to the moon and naming it L'Moon instead, and accepts.

Tommy takes Tubbo down into the bunker he’s been staying in for the last few months- it’s covered in vines, has very limited armour and traps, and is mostly dedicated to brewing invisibility potions which he’s grown addicted to.

Tommy mentions how he’s reliant on being invisible because he’s always been forced into the spotlight on the server. He also reveals he was witness to the destruction of Las Nevadas- he saw it while invisible.

He followed Dream to the prison, so he knows that’s where he lives, and is planning on striking tomorrow. Tubbo is apprehensive but agrees.

They split up, and Tommy heads to Wilbur's grave to talk to him. He meets up with Philza, and they bond over missing Wilbur. Philza shares him a god Apple and some armour.

Tommy heads closer to the prison, so he can see it, and ends saying ““I’ll see you tommorow, Dream, for the last fucking time””

Also, the acting in this stream is phenomenal, along with basically every decision and reference made. Tommy clearly is pouring his heart and soul into these streams, which makes the Circumstances a million times more tragic :(

#dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo_ #clingyduo

[nomsfaultau]

The Lambs Wolves Wear part 5

Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

“Do you really love us?”

“No.” “Wilbur” ripped the answer out of Philza’s throat before he had time to lie. Philza swallowed roughly, throat burning with the traces of fae magic used against him. He’s fairly confident he could win in a fight between the two of them, but “Wilbur” was still at times the most dangerous out of all of them. Sly where “Technoblade” was straightforward, subtle where “Tommy” was obvious. Both the most suited to uphold the illusion of their perfect, normal, happy family, and the most determined to tear it to shreds. Only barely had Philza salvaged “Wilbur” revealing he knew the monsters had replaced his real children. And yet he was determined to destroy that lie, too. 

Only, Philza didn’t understand why “Wilbur” didn’t do this in front of the others if he really wanted Philza to be ripped to shreds. No, apparently this was to be a private affair, “Wilbur” locking Philza’s bedroom door behind him. Philza couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were from hearing the truth, the burn of the iron knob against his spindly changeling claws, or simply an illusion designed to manipulate Philza. 

But if he had the truth of how Philza felt about them, why would he bother?

“I’m not going to kill you,” “Wilbur” drawled, stalking towards where Philza sits very still at the foot of his bed. “I know that’s what you think, why you’ve been pretending to love us like this. You’re a smart guy, if nothing else.” The tears streaked through his borrowed face, clawing imperfections through the mask of the real, human Wilbur. “But you know the other two would obliterate me if I killed you. There. That’s all the logic a survivalist like you needs. So now you can stop pretending,” “Wilbur” hissed, voice rippling with fae magic. 

“I don’t know how you could expect me to really love any of you.” 

“I didn’t! I’m not stupid like the others, I knew going in your love was never going to be for the real me. For the kid I stole the face of, maybe, but in what world would you have ever cared about the monsters that took them from you?! You were always going to hate me when you found out!” Philza couldn’t imagine why the changeling would force his ears to think his voice cracked with betrayal. He looked up to the creature looming over him, watching the way he glared through heavy tears. Why was he still being manipulated if “Wilbur” was claiming he wanted an end to the illusion?

“Actually, it’s because love takes far more time than a few weeks. But I don’t have to love you to be kind,” Philza continued. “And what you boys need is kindness. You wouldn’t stay if there wasn’t some part of you that yearned for a soft life.” Not that the fact softened his heart to them. His manipulation of that yearning was the only thing that kept him alive and would save his real sons.

“That’s not a life I’m ever getting, though. I was never going to be a worthwhile replacement. Never. Your real son is gone, alright!? I’m never going to be perfect, wonderful Wilbur!” The features of his son washed away to reveal the truth of the changeling. Uncanny ivory skin drained of the colors and features “Wilbur” wore like a mask. The creature was almost skeletal, sharp and bony, and yet at the same time melted like candle wax. It felt wrong to watch a monster weep. “Look at me. This is the real me. No one wants this. Not me, not you, not her.” 

And it was a little easier to take his claws in his own hands than it usually was, Philza careful not to brush against the faeling with his iron wedding band. He couldn’t say he wanted “Wilbur” because he never wanted any of this. But for the first time Philza realized that “Wilbur” never wanted to replace his child in the first place. “Who is ‘her’? Why would she tell you such awful things?” 

“Wilbur’s” claws dug into him, the changeling’s head dropping in shame. “The Fae Queen. She tried so hard to make me Wilbur, and I just wasn’t good enough. Not for her, not for you. That’s why she stole him, she deserves better than me.” 

“Wilbur” didn’t catch the spark flash in Philza’s eyes as he finally got a hint as to where one of his boys was. The taste of hope was nearly suffocating. “Trying to be someone you’re not is horrible. She never should have forced you to try.” 

“I wanted to be Wilbur. I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s perfect,” he spat with a voice of venom and longing in equal measure. “I can’t blame her for hating a worthless copy like me.”  

“I don’t think you’re worthless–” 

“You hate me. You were my one chance and I ruined it.” The changeling choked on his own words. His legs trembled and gave out, collapsing to his knees before Philza, still clutching his hands like a lifeline. Philza said nothing as he nudged “Wilbur’s” head to rest in his lap, stroking the strange silver strands so unlike the texture of his child’s dark hair. Thin locks of it wrapped around his fingers, reaching to entangle him. “I’m sorry. I knew I was going to ruin your life and still I came into it anyway.” 

The changeling wept in his lap, apologizing for ever being made. Quietly, Philza drew out information from him, how the Fae Queen raised “Wilbur” to replace his child and why and when and what she’s like. Anything to help him find and save his real child. Glamours danced about the room, the dark veiled figure of the Fae Queen, the way Wilbur struggled and screamed for him as he was replaced, the thick illusion “Wilbur” had put upon the rest of his household so they wouldn’t hear Wilbur’s pleas. The cold and lonely castle that the changeling was raised in, the cruel Fae Queen trying to shape him into the child that caught his eye only to discard him. Philza gently soothed him, telling him how soul destroying it could be to pretend something was real, especially when you wanted it to be. Swearing that “Wilbur” didn’t have to pretend to be his child in order to be loved. Assuring him it wasn’t his fault.

Seeing the true form of the changeling wasn’t terrifying compared to Philza realizing there was a shred of truth to his comforting lies. 

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Art for this part

#the lambs wolves wear #philza #philza minecraft #sbi #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #sbi au #Sbi angst #Dsmp au #sbi fic #sand duo #sand duo fic #mcyt #philza fanfic #wilbur soot fic #dark sbi fic #dark sbi fanfic #tw self loathing #what nooo i didn't base changeling wilbur off a dnd character I had once.. #fae au #wow philza really did manipulate a crying child good job man #something to nom on

[jams-sims]

The situation Philza is about to find himself in is gonna be so fucked up. I think thats the most fucked up thing in the world to do narrative wise. Philza the man with two kids is forced to pick between which kid he saves.

Not in a "well ones gonna die." As in You have to pick one to save right NOW and the other stays for a unknown amount of time. An I know Chayanne and Tallulah admins probably talked about this a lot. But this is so insane, its going to kill me.

I would be hella surpised if Philza picked Chayanne over Tallulah. Like there is a 0.1 percent chance of that happening.

I find this so insane and so Insidious to Philza because this directly affects ONLY him. Everyone else can say, well im parent to more than one egg. I.e Badboyhalo when it comes to Pomme and Dapper. But it already so clear that they, who ever has Tallulah and Chayanne, don't see Bad as a father of two nor Baghera as a mother of two. No pomme is Baghera kid and Dapper is Bad kids. Not to say they won't fuck with Bad and Baghera. No no no QSMP is swingin on everybody. But they arent gonna do this twice, Bads not gonna have to pick between Dapper and Pomme. No no- this is a special hell made just for Philza.

Philza is getting the shit beat out of him and all he did was Lavacast a single building. Philza the one that says not to attack or kill the works because they are just that- workers. Philza who keeps it together for everyone else. The man who is perpetually alone. The man who should have survivalist tattooed on his chest. The man who for the most part was the least active in breaking rules and just stayed to himself. Is getting crub stomped! An im not count times of when Philza may have run his mouth at the FEDS or taken some shukler chest he doesnt even have. His list of offense is painfully short-

It seems like Philza will have to stare down the barrel of a choice of which one of his kids he will save.

An this will break Tallulah heart along side Philza. The amount of guilt Tallulah will feel after Philza picks her will be bottomless. Because Tallulah already had a bit of a complex. She wanted to become strong so she can stand on her own two feet. She would feel like she is beyond weak. Shit who even knows how shes gonna feel once she comes home and finds out Wilbur came back. How will she digest that, plus ontop of that her brother being gone. The guilt of even thinking about being happy that her actual dad came back.

The end result is going to be insane. Because this feels like it will be a manger turning point for Philza and Tallulah character.

#philza #qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Eret glanced up as their door opened, Philza stepped into their office, someone following closing behind him.

"Hey Philza, what do you need?"

The Alien gently tugged the hidden figure out from behind him.

"I need a translator for this one."

Eret's eyes widened in shock. Standing there was a human child, his white skin and red eyes gave away the child was an albino, despite his hair not being white, but a very pale pink instead. He appeared to be about 8 or so, but no older then 10.

"Phil? Where did you get him?"

"Earth Raiders. Trying to snag more of you before the Confederation could blockade the place."

Sucking in a shaky breath, Eret forced himself to stay away from the horrible memories of being abducted from Earth and then denied passage to return. Earth was uncontacted. The Confederation had decided humanity had to establish one off world colony before they would make contact, even if that means kidnapped humans could never go back home. They knelt down near the child, and held out their hand.

"Hi, I'm Eret, what's your name?"

A small, shy voice answered him.

"Technoblade."

"I bet you want to go home don't you?"

Even as they asked, Eret's mind was racing. The rules were different for children, an abducted child was always returned unless it wasn't safe for the child.

"I can't. Auntie said if she sees my ugly face again she'll kill me."

"What about your parents?"

"They died. It was my fault, Auntie said so."

Philza was almost hovering, Eret knew he was slowly learning english because his translator was an old one and could only communicate with other translators. He couldn't understand what he and Techno were talking about.

"So are they like an Avian?"

Eret almost startled at Philza's voice.

"An Avian?"

"Yeah, he's smaller than you. Is he like an Avian?"

And then Eret knew, if Philza knew Techno was a child, there would be no returning him. And that would be a good thing. Auntie did not sound like a pleasent person.

"No. He's a child. A human chick. And he's an orphan."

At the word "chick," Philza's pupils seemed to swallow his eyes. All Elytrans adored chicks. Eret quickly inserted the Translator implant behind Techno's ear and bid the two farewell. Techno would be in good hands.

(My idea for this is Techno is an 8 year old human. Save for a very few, all the others are Aliens. Phil originally thought Techno was like an Avian, a race that shares the same homeworld as Elytrans but are much smaller. But nope! Child! Wilbur's going to come back to the ship to find Philza making a PROPER nest for a child and be very confused.

Techno's parents died and he was taken in by a relative that insisted on being called Auntie. She is not a good person to put it politely. And Techno is an albino. Philza's going to bath that kid in Alien Sunscreen.)

Ohohoho, a delightful little set up. Love me a good alien AU with human Techno hehe. I also really like the idea of using somebody's instincts against them. Maybe not in a super malicious fashion here (and also I have a feeling Phil wouldn't really mind since it's for Techno's betterment and all) but there's still something pretty messed up about Eret knowing that establishing Techno as a child will make Phil project on him. That's fun!

#asks #technoblade #dark sbi #eret #thoughts

[midnight-talescape]

I’m here (C!Philza x Cat Hybrid Reader)

Kinktober day 11: Wings/Tail play

I’m so fucking sorry (also fun fact I nearly add egg laying in for fun)

Warning: wing play, tail play, biting, swearing, daddy happened once, this is 100 percent ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You fidget uncomfortably in your chair. You ears and tail twitching in every direction.

Philza came back holding two cup of tea, noticed you fidgeting in your seat furrowed his brow and ask,

“What’s wrong, mate? You’re fidgeting,”

“Nothing,” you said without looking up,

Hearing this Philza put down the cup and sat next to you, forcing you to look at him.

“Is something bothering you, you can tell me,”

Hesitatingly you looked up and lick your lip before pointing at his wings and whispering,

“Can I straighten out your wing?”

Philza blink confused as fuck,

“What?”

Giving up, you buried your face in your hand and mumble,

“It’s bothering me! Your wing is so pretty Phil, but you don’t take care of it. I want to preen your feather,”

Hearing your outburst over the pure annoyance over his slightly ruffled wing, Philza cough before saying,

“Thanks for the compliment, mate. But I’m afraid I will have to decline the offer, speaking of which I think I left the kettle on the stove,”

With that Philza quickly walk away, you groan and put your head on the table, missing Philza’s blushing ears under his hair.

From that day on every once in a while you will offer again, hoping maybe be one day he will slip up and allow you to groom his wing, at-last it never happen, until…

“Hey Phil, are you okay?”you ask as you walked into the house of the broken man,

Philza turn around forcing a smile before saying,

“Hey (Y/N), it’s good to see you again! I’m fine don’t worry about me,”

You walked up to him, not believing him for a second.

“Wha-“

You pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arm around his back, carefully missing his damaged wing before saying,

“Hey, it’s fine, Phil. I got you, you still have me and everything’s gonna be fine,”

Recovering from his surprised, Philza buried his face into your hair.

“I saw him died, I killed Wilbur with my own hand and now Ghostbur hate me too, I’m a terrible father, (Y/N)…”

You tip toe and nuzzled his neck in affection trying to comfort him,

“Don’t say that Phil, you’re a great father and Ghostbur will forgive you. It wasn’t your fault Friend died, we can go find them again, together,”

After a while Philza calm down and motion for you to let go, which you reluctantly did. Philza let out a chuckle,

“Well that was embarrassing,”

Glad that he seems to have recover slightly, you smiled and said in a deadpan voice,

“Yes, truly. I will hold this forever against you and use it to blackmail you one day for your many fortune,”

“It seems like I have made a great mistake,” suddenly hesitantly Philza scratch his face and asked,

“Speaking of which, are you still willing to preen my wings?”

You widen your eye in surprise. Seeing your eye widened and taking it as a rejection, he quickly continued,

“It’s fine if you no longer want to, my wings are pretty damage and no longer look as pleasing as they use to be,”

You let out a happy purr and clapped your hand before throwing yourself into Philza’s embrace again.

“I will love to! Also if I dare judge you, I will incur Techno’s wrath, who will definitely hunt me down,”

Philza laughed, before leading you to his room. He went to lie down on his bed and spread his wings.

You gently got on to his bed, and when saw his damage left wing, you slow down your breathing and gently brush across the damage wing. After a while you gently begin to straighten out his feathers. Pulling out loose one and straighten crooked feather light and simple, afraid to cause anymore damage.

Sensing your nervousness of hurting him, Philza turn around slightly,

“You can go harder you know, mate. I’m not fragile,”

“I don’t know about that, you’re quite old, old man,” you retorted back before being slightly braver,

Soon once you cleaned out the feather you gently kneaded through the tense knot in his wings.

But what you didn’t noticed was the closer to the base of his wings, the tenser his body get.

Suddenly Philza let out a muffled moan when you get to the sensitive skin at the base of his wing. Both of you froze at the sound.

You quickly clambered off of him before burying your blushing face in your hand.

Philza sat up slightly embarrassed and tried to hide the bulge in his pant,

“I’m sorry, it’s just the base of my wing are rather sensitive, I should have told you,”

“No, no it’s my fault, I should have known,” was your only response as you feel yourself slowly die inside,

After a few awkward silence you looked up and said,

“I-if you want I can help with that,”

Philza choked on his saliva,

“W-what?”

You grit your teeth, this is real fucking awkward but you’re here might as well,

“I said I want to fuck you,”

Philza look at you sadly and said,

“You don’t have to do that to make me feel better,”

Slightly angry at the fact that he will assume you will do that just because you feel pity, you pounces on him pushing him onto the bed.

“Don’t be stupid, I fucking love you, you old dingus! Why else will I be here comforting you at 3am?! YOU JUST BLEW UP A FUCKING COUNTRY!!!”

Looking at your face staring him down, your eye watery and your lip tremble showing how you’re not as brave as you seem. 

With a sigh, knowing how he’s not gonna let you go anyway, Philza flipped you, quickly changing you and his position.

He pulled you into a kiss. After a while you guys separated, he caressed your face before asking you seriously,

“Are you sure about this?”

Seeing your nod, he quickly undress both of you and attacking your neck.

Philza suck and nibbled at your neck hungrily, leaving red mark down your body as you let out moan.

His hand traveled down your body to your core, lightly touching it before pumping two fingers in stretching you out. 

Your face flushed as you let out whimpers and moan, suddenly you bite down on Philza’s shoulder when you felt him pull your tail harshly, Sebring a electric shock up your spine.

“Do you like it when I do that? Hurting you, leaving mark on you to show you’re mine?”

“Y-yes… FU-“ you let out a swear when you felt him hit your sweet spot,

Noticing this, Philza grin and quickly inserts 2 more fingers before attacking your sweet spot at the same time.

You felt your clit tightening on his finger and tears stinging your eye,

“Cum for me, kitten,”

With that your eye rolls back as you cum hard on his finger, sob wrecking through your body.

Looking at your sweaty body, trembling from the high, Philza quickly position himself and wrapped your leg around his waist before he thrust inside you.

Your mouth gaped open and tear streams down your face as you felt his member split your body.

“Sl-slower… ha… fuck… daddy, please… uugh…”

Hearing the jumbled of word coming out of your mouth, he grunted and hold one of your leg up allowing him to change his angle and hitting deeper.

You cried, the pleasure too great for you as you dug your finger into the base of his wings.

Letting out a groan he grabbed your tail tightly and bite down on your neck as he slammed into your womb and fucked the living hell out of you.

You were quickly brought to your orgasm a few more time from the tail pulling and the member fucking the brain out of you, before you felt him cumming inside you.

Without pulling out he wiped away your tear and sweat, before gently holding you into his embrace. Holding you to his chest he covered the both of you in his wings both damage and whole.

Just like that you two fell asleep, knowing all will be fine in the end.

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #philza x reader #philza x reader smut #mcyt x reader

[cosmic-d1ce]

More AU

Thank god for bbh we love him

Ph1lzA is bleeding.

Bad made a run for it the moment he saw the message. He checked the map, picked up Dapper and ran. Nobody had seen or heard from Phil in a while, a long while. They'd heard of him, from the Brazilians and occasionally Quackity, but never from him. Of course, Bad wanted to help Phil but he also wanted to talk to him.

Set the record straight.

Work out what's actually going on. Why he really left.

As Bad got closer, the yelling got louder. Not from Phil. Phil was silent.

Wilbur.

Bad had to step in before he had to watch Phil be murdered by his own son.

He put Dapper down before intervening. "Hey! Calm down, what's going on?"

"STAY OUT OF IT, HALO."

Bad stepped between Wilbur and Phil, pushing Wilbur back gently. "Let's not kill each other, ay?" He tried to laugh but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't afraid.

Wilbur stared at him for a while before taking a breath and looking back to Phil.

"Fuck you. Fuck your new boyfriend. And fuck that kid."

Then, he turned on his heel and left.

Bad wanted to stop him, call out and resolve this, but he didn't think Wilbur would want to hear it.

He turned in time to see Richarlyson jump into Phil's arms. He noticed how Phil struggled to hold him, how he trembled as he hugged the kid.

"Phil?"

Phil jumped, as if he'd forgotten that Bad was there. "...Bad." His voice was hoarse, weak. It seemed like he struggled to say even that one word.

"What... What was that about? Are you okay?" Bad asked as Dapper ran back to his side.

"Tallulah died." Phil hardly manages to force the words out. Dapper's hand ball into fists, holding Bad's pants at the reminder. Bad put a hand on his back for comfort.

Bad hummed, "Mhm... So... Why was Wilbur mad at you? Wasn't Forever the one that... Y'know." He shrugged, unable to say the words. After seeing Dapper's death, Bad had really not been able to stomach the idea of an egg dying.

Phil glanced at Bad, then back down at Richas, huddled close in his arms. He hesitated.

"It's my fa-" His voice gave out and made him cough. He hugged Richas tighter. "I could've-" cough "st-stopped him."

Bad saw tears in his eyes before he turned his head into Richas' hair to avoid his gaze.

"You weren't there, Philza, it wasn't your fault-"

"I made him do it! I... I let her die. I told him to."

Bad's heart sank. As much as he'd hate to believe that Phil would do such a thing, his guilt seemed far too real. Far too genuine. Had he really been the one that caused it? The breaking of an egg so beloved? Her own grandfather?

No.

Certainly not.

Something buzzed.

Phil jumped.

"I have to go." He said. He adjusted Richas and left quickly.

Bad almost didn't notice his limp.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dapper #qsmp richarlyson #forever my love au #I love bbh more than youd assume #I dont watch him and i dont post about him but he is absolutely one of my faves

[noven-warsh]

stuff i remember about the qsmp before purgatory? (not in chronological order)

-> Spreen singing an apology song to Wilbur to which the latter flees because the former said "disputa" (it was probably the first thing I reblogged about it)

-> QUACKITEEEEEEE! WILBURRRRRRR!

-> Wilbur adopting Tallulah for the first time. I remember them picking names together- He thought about calling her "Sacapuntas", she mentioned how her favorite word was "Wednesday" and how "Tallulah" sounded like a pretty musical note.

-> Roier and Vegetta pulling up to a strip club and poledancing and doing sus stuff (as part of a plan to get Quackity to drop some huge stuff while drunk)

-> "All the eggs are going to die" or smth idk

-> Slime going on a killing spree targeting all the eggs and trying to brute-force his way into Chayanne's room

-> Philza, Chayanne and Tallulah encounter the Nightmare Stalker resulting in the biggest angst of the week

-> Cellbit coming to the qsmp and then slowly starting a feud with cucurucho

-> Cucurucho attacking Cellbit with a chainsaw

-> Slimecicle's trial for Juanaflippa's revival

-> Forever coming up and then immediately latching on to Philza and demanding that the poor birdman be his sugar daddy and then saying some line that spawned the whole yandere!forever whump phase

-> That one pic of 4halo

-> Quackity starting a school for the eggs with the intention of eliminating them (and then wanting to talk to Tallulah afterclass and Chayanne obviously protecting her)

-> Tallulah and Chayanne coming back home bruised, and then Quackity coming to Philza's home and begging him to hand over Tallulah

-> Something about Jaiden and Bobby venturing out and finding a space ship

-> Bobby dying

-> Jaiden giving Cucurucho orange juice(?)

-> Cellbit going on a whole ass villain arc where he betrayed his friends and family to get to the bottom of the federation

-> The Guapoduo wedding

-> When Cellbit confirmed he was a neko who would meow when he was nervous (i think?)

-> Roier threatening Wilbur by telling him he was gonna come to his house and kiss him

-> When it was confirmed that Jack was supposed to be invited to the QSMP (I still have some ideas about him brooo)

-> Hatsune Soot/Wilbur Miku/Miku Wilbur

-> Quackity making wedding preparations for him and Wilbur

-> Elquackity watching a kid (egg a1) jump into lava and die

-> Forever threatening to stab Leonarda

-> Philza vs the code eggs

-> Tallulah's first death (which if you didn't know slightly parallels Wilbur's death in the dsmp)

#that's it #i remember more but ill stop for now #maybe ill make another list but this'll do #qsmp #qsmp eggs

[moltengoldveins]

Homie, I’ve got insomnia, it’s five hours past my bedtime, and I got just one question: 

*slams fist on table* WHERE is the 150k pre-clone-wars-era qpr Emeraldduo fic where Techno is a creedbound beroya under the Haat Mando’ade and Philza is a Jedi Shadow??? Where they meet under random circumstances chasing the same bounty while Phil is pretending not to be a Jedi and they become (Allies? Partners? Friends??) and Techno asks Phil to help the Mando’ade out with this One Excursion only for Phil to reveal his powers saving Jaster from betrayal (because I SAID SO) yadda yadda “I feel so betrayed” yadda yadda “you’re my ancestral enemy” yadday yadda a ton of angst and they don’t speak to one another again until the senate sends the Jedi to Galidraan. Phil takes one look at the mission report and goes “oh, HECK no” and flies himself out there just in time to keep Dooku from going all Murder on them, and talks everyone down to a decent level of calm. Jaster is suspicious, but Does owe Phil a life debt, so he’s willing to cooperate. They uncover a Strange Conspiracy with money leading to Strange Dead Ends. Hm. Odd.

Techno is meanwhile off-world burying his feelings hunting down an ‘escaped pet’ for a rich lord, under the assumption that this in fact an actual animal and not A WHOLE TRAFFICKED FORCE-SENSITIVE CHILD WHAT- (it was Exceedingly obvious the guy was talking about a person ok, like painfully so) kinda panicked, up one whole child, and now bountyless, Techno KNOWS Jaster is really busy on Galidraan right now but he needs Help gosh darnit. He’s gonna go get help. There is lots of bonding with this traumatized child as he attempts to get halfway across the galaxy in his ship (options for names for the ship the Blood God, the Blade, and Carl. Phil’s ship is called the Angel of Death, because duh.) 

Cue dramatic reveal when they get there that Phil is on Galidraan and a very fun sequence in which Wilbur, Jedi Knight and former padawan of Phil’s, takes one singular look at the child (Tommy, it’s tommy, we all know it’s tommy) and decides “this is My Padawan now.” There is a brief custody battle between Techno and Will resulting in shared cultural exchange and switching off on holidays in exchange for Will getting Tommy 90% of the time. Phil is assigned as the Haat Mando’ade liaison by the council to investigate these Strange Proceedings, which in the one hand: yay! A job that keeps him out of the gutters and away from fancy dinners! On the other….. Techno’s been assigned as his escort. Woo. 

Cue epic plots, fun shenanigans, and tons of technobabble as these two idiots unravel the centuries-old plots of the Sith by being really blunt, really chaotic, and really hypercompetent. They spar a lot, meditate a lot, and talk about Philosophy. Sun Tzu is mentioned often. They kill a few Sith. It’s great. 

The fic ends with Phil becoming the first mandalorian jedi in like a thousand years because ✨character development ✨ and because Techno took literally no seconds before flat-out clan-adopting Phil, they’re in the same clan, and he can show him his face. They hug and it’s great and the galaxy is saved and they raise Tommy together whenever Will doesn’t know what he’s doing (a solid 70% of the time) WHY DOESNT THIS EXIST- 

#technoblade #philza #sbi #sbi fanfic #fanfic ideas #star wars #dsmp #the clone wars #look it’s a GOOD IDEA #my question is why it doesn’t Already Exist for my consumption

[nobodywritingao3]

Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 1]

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Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.

CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore

title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry

word count: 1.9k 💔 read it on AO3

"Children," the lead soldier orders, "come here."

Phil can feel Tommy's arms around his knees, tightening slightly as the boy buries his face into his legs.

"Fuck off," Technoblade squeaks. "We're not going anywhere with you."

Several of the squadron visibly eye Tech with distaste, and Phil hears one mumble to another, "can't believe we're supposed to save the damn brats..." to which another replies in a dry tone, "The king already thinks the beast ate 'em, there's no reason to bring them back alive."

Wilbur obviously hears this too, judging by the sharp intake of breath.

Phil feels agitation coil in his gut. His children aren't in danger, but they don't know that. Fear is possibly the worst emotion someone can feel and he doesn't take kindly to someone threatening his kids, even if in the end it'll amount to nothing.

"Boys," Phil says warningly, "I won't repeat myself again. Go to the hiding spot."

Before they can respond, the lead soldier chimes in again, "They're not going anywhere, Philza. And even if they do, you know we'll just track them down after we're finished with you."

He narrows his eyes. These men would never get the chance, though he's the only one who knows that. He doesn't bother to respond to the soldier.

"Kids - "

A gunshot rings through the air, and Phil feels the hard smack of a bullet against his chest. He winces and nearly stumbles back from the force, but otherwise it doesn't affect him. Nothing human-made can.

Tommy starts to cry, Wilbur screams, and Techno is trying to pry his brothers away and run off to the woods. They think the bullet is killing him, but the soldiers clearly know different. Their faces are shocked and terrified as they realize that the standard monster bullet won't work on Phil.

He glares at them and steps forward, his kids falling back with a gasp as they realize that he's unharmed.

"Get the fuck out of here," he spits at them. "I won't say it twice."

The lead soldier, visibly shaken, reloads his gun with quivering hands.

Something inside of Phil snaps apart, and before he knows what he's done, he's shooting up and up, expanding and growing to his full height.

His children stare up at him in awe from between his feet, tears steadily drying on their face but their fear only temporarily abated. Tommy starts to cry again and Phil doesn't think as he acts.

He leans down and grabs the lead soldier. He's screaming and begging for his life but Phil doesn't care.

How many years has it been? Of running and hiding and pretending to be human, being good, keeping people out of his diet, and only feeding on wild animals? He's integrated himself into towns and cities and bolted so many times at the first sign of hunters. Not for his sake, but theirs. So isolated and alone, just to be harmless.

The decades wore him down. He couldn't take it anymore - he knew taking in children meant settling down. Settling into one spot and waiting, a sitting duck for the day that this would happen. And he thought he'd made peace it, the threat of death or dissection constantly hanging over him. He knew what the bounty on his head was, but he was so fucking lonely he was willing to pay the price. He thought he was fine with risking his life for a little company, and maybe he had been once, but it was no longer just about him.

This was - this was threatening his children. This was shooting their father in front of them.

He doesn't realize he's been squeezing until the man erupts in his hand, gore spraying out between his fingers.

His children start to scream as blood splatters on them from above and he blinks dumbly, distantly realizing that this is not his best parenting moment. They begin to retreat behind him though, something he notes with a sense of satisfaction. They're safer the further they are from the fight.

He turns his attention back to the soldiers. Some of them are turning back and running, but the majority - a stupid majority - are still shooting up at him. Where the bullets at least had impact before, they now harmlessly pelt at his skin. He scoops a few soldiers up and swallows them as they scream, not even bothering to chew. That's too merciful, he decides. It's better to let them die as they digest.

Phil works through the remaining soldiers, the ones who decided to stay and fight, before the soft crying of his children draws his attention.

He's fucking zooted. Lost in the sauce, his brain a puddle of dopamine, a bundle of suppressed instincts finally rearing its head. He's a fairly smart man, and if there's one thing he's excelled at, it would be parenthood. But crouching before them as they wail and scream, it never crosses his shot-to-shit mind that it's the blood dripping from his mouth and the screams growing fainter in his belly that's scaring his kids.

Wilbur holds Tommy's face in his chest, his arms wrapped around his head as Tommy screams and kicks, desperate to see what Wilbur won't let him. Technoblade stands before the pair, shielding them from their father as if he had a chance of doing any good.

Phil coos at them. Wilbur isn't being very nice to Tommy, is he? And why does Tech look so scared?

He reaches a finger out - a finger soaked in drying blood, the red seeping unpleasantly into the crevices of his skin - and Wilbur actually falls backwards.

Phil frowns. Wil isn't usually that clumsy... had he hit his head while trying to get away from the soldiers? Fucking nuisances, the lot of them. He'll have to finish the rest of them off before they regroup.

Tommy manages to squirm out of Wilbur's grip with a faint cry, only for Technoblade to turn around, tackling him to the ground.

Phil lets out a low hiss at that, and Techno freezes, but still clings onto Tommy. Wilbur crawls across the ground and actually lays across Tommy, linking hands with Tech. Phil sighs. He thought that the two had outgrown their phase of messing with their little brother like this, but clearly they still had a little growing up to do.

He pokes a finger at the small pile of children, barely noticing how his fingers smear the soldiers' blood across their bodies. He does his best to disentangle them. Techno is crying a this point, an awful full-bodied sobbing, but he still won't let go of Tommy. In turn, Tommy is still struggling and screaming, and Phil winces at the noise. Finally, he manages to separate the twins from his youngest. Wilbur's hands fall from Tommy's eyes, and Phil gives him a gentle smile, as if to say 'I'm sorry your brothers are teasing you.' Tommy whimpers, spying the blood staining his giant father's teeth, and dives right back into Techno and Wilbur's embrace. Phil's smile drops and he sighs. Fatherhood is difficult.

He doesn't understand the game they're playing, or why they've gotten so worked up. He regards them curiously, scooping his kids up and running gentle fingers across their faces and torsos to check for injuries. They're so squirmy today - is it because of the blood? Techno was going through a bit of an obsession recently, but maybe being coated in the stuff is a bit much, even for him. He regards them a little wistfully. They're so cute when they're soaked in the red like this, but he knows what he has to do. He raises them to his mouth - which riles them up all over again - and begins to lovingly clean them off, savoring the combination of flavors. Once he's done, he cups them in his hands and holds them to his chest, purring in another attempt to calm them down. They're as still as statues, if statues shook and quivered, but it's still better than before. It seems like they've mostly gotten it out of their system, so he gently lowers them to the ground.

A soldier darts out and before he can react, it's grabbed Wilbur around the arm. It starts to pull him along, practically dragging him away.

Fury reignites in Phil's chest and he reaches out. He grabs the tiny figure and pulls him forward, ignoring the surprised shriek. It's like he has tunnel vision, with his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He shoves the little person into his mouth, as gentle as he can while still so desperately wolfing something down. He swallows.

And then he turns to the soldier.

It stares at him in shock, a look of disgust plainly written across its face. "You ate your own son..." it mumbles.

He doesn't bother to correct it.

Tommy and Techno are screaming again, and his heart wrenches painfully for them. They're so scared... he'll swallow them too, get them nice and safe in his brooding pouch with Wilbur. They'll feel much better once they're safely tucked away.

He can feel Wil now. Despite being in Phil's storage, he's still freaking out. He's throwing himself against the walls of the pouch and Phil can hear his desperate sobs. He'll calm down soon, young always calm down once they're in the brood pouch, but it makes him uneasy that it's taking this long. Is something wrong?

He files the thought away for later as the soldier starts to dart forward again, reaching for Technoblade this time. He grabs it around the midsection and it kicks and screams in his hand. He's so damn mad he's tempted to swallow the stupid thing whole, let it die inside of him like the others, but his brooding pouch is right next to his stomach. They're so close together that his boys would definitely hear the soldier screaming, and given their current state - especially Wilbur's - Phil doubts they'd find those noises very relaxing. He opts to bite its head off instead.

He swallows the body and the thick blood, and once he's all finished, he turns to his other sons. Tommy is buried in Techno's arms, inconsolably sobbing, and Techno has a strange, faraway look on his face. He reaches for them, but they don't respond to him. Techno tenses up and buries his face in Tommy's hair. They're distraught. He hopes the soldiers haven't traumatized them for life, but he's never seen them this upset.

He scoops them up, gentle and mindful before sliding them into his mouth. His tongue prods at them a little, tasting salty tears on their faces, and he purrs sympathetically before swallowing them down too.

They settle into his storage. He feels Wilbur cease his punching and clawing and can feel the three of them rest in a little huddle in the center of the pouch. They're still and quiet, and Phil feels a rush of relief. They're finally calming down. He soothingly rubs at his midsection, but the three flinch away from his touch. He frowns at that, but he gets the hint. He lets them settle themselves without him, and once he's satisfied that they're simmered down, he starts in the direction of the other soldiers. They still have to pay for how badly they've scared his children. And then he'll take a nice nap. It'll do the family some good to get some rest. They can discuss the soldiers in the morning.

~ ~ ~

lol. how we feeling about this

i wrote this in a single shift at work because i have no respect for major corporations or capitalism

boss makes a dollar i make a dime thats why i write vore on company time

anyway... wrote this is as a writer's block exercise. i have a lot of ideas that i just dont write because theyre a little weird or out there (such as vore) but i decided to take a chance and just write/publish the thing i felt ashamed of and i think it turned out pretty good so im glad i tried

lemme k if you liked this or not <3 youre all wonderful people and i hope you had fun reading this

#rose writes #giant!phil #tiny!technoblade #tiny!tommy #tiny!wilbur #size shifter!phil #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #myct giant tiny fandom on tmblr cant decide between the g/t or the gt and honestly mood #mcyt fanfic #angst #dark fic #dark!phil #gore tw #vore tw #hard vore #soft vore #fearplay #monster!phil #storage stomach #pred!phil #prey!wilbur #prey!technoblade #prey!tommy #dont think im missing any tags #well happy reading everyoe #fantasy au #sbi #sbi as family #your love deja vu (fanfic)

[antimony-medusa]

Fic Recs June '23

What did I read this month? Let me tell you, Hurt Comfort exchange finally released, and also I'm halfway through reading Extreme Timed Challenge exchange, and there have been some BANGERS. Not entirely DSMP, even though I am Still That Way, but yeah, it's still a lot of Emduo. I Am Who I Am.

The Fics - All One-shots this time!

One Fish, Two Fish by ssootsprite Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game) Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Grandpa/Willy (Stardew Valley), Lewis & Willy (Stardew Valley) Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Pre-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Queer Themes, Asian Character(s), set vaguely somewhere between modern day 1980s and laura ingalls sorry bout that, and the crack treated seriously is cus this is kind of a crack ship but i treated it Quite seriously Length: 1/1 chapters 3,141 words.

Willy, the fisherman, gets to know the new Farmer in town. They become friends. They become— more? Absolutely adorable little blossoming of romance. This was being recced as countryboy4countryboy and it is that and it's so good.

the DSMP let loose on the internet by impravidus Fandom: DSMP Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Social Media, Crossover, Crack, Humour Length: 1/1 chapters 3,056 words.

A glimpse at all the DSMP character internet presences. Techno runs a potato rating channel. There's people sharing the details of the fact that BBH killed his husband in the comments of his outfit channel. It's very funny.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, POV 2nd Person, they're having a hard time but they're trying, the wonders of Utah help, takes place between Boundless Sands and the finale, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, they are brothers your honor Length: 1/1 chapters 3,980 words.

Okay, before you get scared off by second person, this is just immaculate. The voice is pristine, the relationships are devastating, I read it while being the :wails: emoji the whole time. Tommy shows up and demands Wil show him around, and then they are abrasive brothers, and just, UGH I'm not even a crimeboys but this is so perfect.

here’s to this, get used to it. by hoorayy Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity & Jschlatt & Toby Smith | Tubbo Tags: Manberg | Manburg on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Toby Smith | Tubbo-centric Length: 1/1 chapters 1,171 words.

Just a perfect little slice of Manberg tensions, when Quackity discovers Tubbo sneaking back in, and uuuuuuggggghhhhhhh taking care of each other in a shit situation while being abraisve as hell. Neither of these men are good at emotions. Everything sucks. Schlatt is laying over the conversation like an opressive force. It's so good.

hearth by fensandmarshes Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Niki Nihachu & Philza & Ranboo & Technoblade (Dream SMP) Tags: Found Family, Fluff, ambiguously canon setting? but without the canon ending? idk man, au - the version of canon that lives in my head, love languages go brrrr Length: 1/1 chapters 3,754 words.

The Syndicate, and love languages, and what they are to each other, in four parts, and :wails:. They CARE. Little tiny character studies reflecting on their relationships. I love them.

shall we rise to the occasion by Odaigahara  Fandom: DSMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Champion of the Blood God Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Androids, Blood Magic, First Meetings, Developing Friendships Length: 1/1 chapters 2,830 words.

Death Angel Phil finds broken down Automaton Technoblade (He runs on blood!) and gets him running again. Oh my GOD the worldbuilding crammed into this one. Phil is a black hole in the universe! Beetles pray to gods of endurance! Religious wars! They banter and friendship! They're probably the final boss of somebody's D&D campaign because my god these guys are gonna do DAMAGE to the world. I love it.

Of a Different Color by Rhizophora Fandom: Howl Series - Diana Wynne Jones Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Sophie Hatter/Howl Pendragon Tags: Domestic Fluff, pregnancy fluff Length: 1/1 chapters 1,272 words.

Just adorable Howl's Moving Castle fluff when Sophie was expecting, with excellent Sophie and Howl voice. Howl is stressing out the whole time. Sophie's like "i'm a powerful witch and fine actually". Howl dyes his eyebrow orange.

a falling axe, a sharpened knife by sesquidpedalian  Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood & ZombieCleo Tags: scott exists only as a distinct absence, Telepathic Bond, Relationship Study, Late Night Conversations, Season: Double Life, Season: Limited Life Length: 1/1 chapters 2,081 words.

Incisive and magnetic character study on Martyn and Cleo and how they orbit each other and Scott, across two series. It's just, Oof. It's good.

Moonlit and Mending by InsomniWillow   Fandom: QSMP Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Roier Tags: Werewolf Roier, Vampire Cellbit, Post-Rescue, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff, Alcohol, Late Night Conversations Length: 1/1 chapters 2,254 words.

monster4monster spiderbit late night conversations! It's so fluffy and comforting, after cellbit's kidnapping! Cellbit makes this spicy alcohol hot brazilian drink that I want to drink SO Much.

hey siri how do i tell my sister i was bit by a really weird dog and now i’m turning into a monster by hoorayy Fandom: Original Work Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Recently Turned Werewolf & Their Sister Helping Them Hide Their Secret Tags: Siblings, Protective Siblings, Werewolves, big families Length: 1/1 chapters 1,412 words.

So hoorayy is really good at taking single slice scenes and putting a whole story in them, and that absolutely happens here. Such good big family, and elder sister dynamics. I love them. I belive in the sibling dynamics here entirely.

improvised problems by hoorayy Fandom: DSMP Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Queerplatonic Relationships, Aromantic Alexis | Quackity, Las Nevadas on Dream SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, thumbs up emoji, Alexis | Quackity-centric Length: 1/1 chapters 2,810 words.

[Leans close to the mic.] AROMANTIC QPR TNTDUO. AND THEY KISS. I'm taking this one as relationship canon, it's fine.

Maybe This Time I Won't Wake From The Dream by juliana677 Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Bodyswap--character's hidden or downplayed pain/illness is discovered because of bodyswap, Bodyswap Length: 1/1 chapters 3,293 words.

Techno and Phil wake up in each other's bodies and then goes "you live like this? Unacceptable", and proceeds to try to help each other with chronic pain. Also Phil (in Techno's body) repeatedly walks into the doorframe.

The Longevity Clause by MissyColorful Fandom: SMPEarth Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Caring for a character's injured wings, Solitary Confinement, Aftermath of Solitary Confinement, Badass in Distress, BAMF Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Angst Length: 1/1 chapters 12,838 words.

WHUMP THAT BIRD. Phil gets kidnapped and is extremely bitey about it, but it's taking so long for Techno to rescue him, does he even care? (Techno is panicking trying to find him, but he can't FIND him.)

move your feet from hot pavement by Odaigahara Fandom: SMPEarth, DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Antarctic Emperor Phil Watson | Philza, General Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Developing Friendships, Misunderstandings, Prisoner of War, Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending Length: 1/1 chapters 2,795 words.

Ooooo I loved this one. Techno is part of the surrendering force to the Antarctic Empire, and he thinks he's going to be executed, and he's trying to remain upbeat about it, but y'know, the blood loss. And the impending execution. Extremely good emduo bonding moments.

filling up the emptiness by PolynomialPandemic Fandom: The Queen's Thief - Megan Whalen Turner Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Attolia | Irene/Eugenides Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Torture, Wound Tending, they trust each other so much ur honor, Aftermath of Torture Length: 1/1 chapters 1,211 words.

Irene takes care of Gen after a kidnapping! :sobs: They care so much.

a token for a ravager by loyalcrowlist Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, compelled to follow orders, Gestures of Affection After Gladiator Fights Length: 1/1 chapters 3,895 words.

GLADIATOR EMDUO. And they have to fight each other. :sobs:. (My pitches for these are becoming less and less sensible, but *points* look at it. Gladiator Emduo. Techno gets told he has to beat up Phil or someone else will do it. These boys be hurting.)

tasting snowcones by mothandflame Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Pining, Oblivious Wilbur Soot, Friends to Lovers, Crushes, First Kiss, Summer Romance, Fluff Length: 1/1 chapters 3,737 words.

OOOOOOO It's cute. A first kiss in the summer. These boys are pining.

swimming out beyond the breakers by Odaigahara Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Rescue, First Meetings, Sharks, Happy Ending Length: 1/1 chapters 3,580 words.

Shark mermaid Techno with just a TOUCH of body horror, and lots of fun. Tommy is a seagull! Wilbur is a grad student! Techno gets offered a phone and tries to bite it! I love them all so much!

#fic recs #fic rec #dsmp #bladeblr

[the-whatcherof-89]

Ghostbur Aka Manberg friendly ghost.

CR 16 N Incorporeal undead Humanoid

XP 76,800 (if used as npc for encounter)Human Ghost Arcanist (Unlettered Arcanist)15

Neutral Medium humanoid Incorporal undead Init +6; Senses Perception +34

AC 22, touch 22, flat-footed 22 (+2 Dex, +5 Deflection, +1 Intuition, +4 Armor) hp 135 (16d6+75)

Fort +10, Ref +12, Will +17

Speed 30 ft. Flying Melee Adamantine Quarterstaff+10/+13 1d6+1/1d6+4 RangedRanged Spell+11

Racial Bonus feat (Eschew materials), +1skill point per level, Channel resistance+4, Darkvision 60ft, Incorporeal undead, Rejuvenation, Fly speed 30ft, Frightful moan, Malevolence, Telekinesis, Draining touch, Phantasmagoria.

Traits Carefully hidden, Haunting regret.

Class features Figment Archetype Familiar(Sheep +3 Perception in non-dark areas), Witch spells, Arcane reservoir, Consume spells, Arcanist exploits x8 (Arcane weapon, Arcane barrier, Counterspell, Dimensional slide, Potent magic, Metamagic knowledge-Maximize spell, Spell tinkerer, Spell disruption), Greater exploits x3 (Alter enhancements, Greater metamagic knowledge-Quicken spell, Siphon spell).

Spellcasting CL16 DC15 spells per day 4/4/4/4/4/4/4/2

Str -, Dex 14, Con -, Int 20, Wis 14, Cha 20

Base Atk +8/3; CMB +9; CMD +21

Feats Brew potions, Extend spell, Defensive training, Craft wondrous magic items, Improved initiative, Merciful spell, Silent spell, Still spell.

Skills Appraise +10, Craft(Alchemy) +10, Disguise +10, Fly +11, Escape artist +11, Intimidate +10, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, engineering, nature, geography, history, local, nobility, the planes, religion) +14, Linguistics +1, Perception +24, Perform(sing) +10, Sense motive +7, Spellcraft +19, Stealth +14, Use magic device +10.

Languages Common, Draconic, Necril.

Combat gear Living steel quarterstaff+1Ghost touch/+4 Courageous, Tome of clear thoughts+2(used), Tome of leadership and influence+2(used), Ioun stones: Dusty rose prism, Deep red sphere, Scarlet and blue sphere, Pink and green sphere, Pearly white spindle, Orange prism, Bracers of armor+1(on familiar).

Spells known 0- All 1- Burning hands, Charm person, Command, Cure light wounds, Forced quiet, Frostbite, Identify, Long arms, Mage armor. 2- Apport object, Blindness/deafness, Cure moderate wounds, Enthrall. 3- Call the void, Countless eyes, Dispel magic, Earth tremor.  4- Cape of wasps, Confusion, Cure serious wounds, Inflict serious wounds. 5- Break enchantment, Cure critical wounds, Duplicate familiar, Spellsteal. 6- Cone of cold, Dispel magic greater, Heroism, Transformation. 7-Harm, Heal, Regenerate, Teleport greater.

Background Wilbur Soot died. His symphony unfinished forever unfinished. He was sundered, him, his madness, and what was left. What was left was gone from the afterlife and he manifested as a new persona: Ghostbur, a ghostly friendly apparition that tried his best to become a friendly figure and to repair the damage done. He appeared aimlessly across the land in various places helping those around as peacefully as he could. Ghostbur was abandoned by many including his son Fundy and friend Niki. And when Philza blew up L’mamberg it was like the last nail in the coffin, he was broken, twice, thrice. Ghostbur, still stood up for Tommy when he was exiled and even helped him to enter the prison to attempt to kill Dream. And yet, that was for naught. Tommy selfishness trapped him with the Green man in the cell of Pandora’s box. As Tommy was forced away, Ghostbur was killed and Wilbur returned among the living. Now trapped in the limbo he cries silent tears, alone. However, at one point a sound was heard in the distance: a train arrived at the station and stopped, his doors opened. Ghostbur, looked inside, empty. As he entered, the doors closed behind him and the train started his journey. He sat and waited, the light of the train illuminated the dark tunnel with no end in sight but the travel never ended. “At least… it is not deafening like that station.” He thought. Suddenly a speaker activated and a voice was heard: “Greetings, o fragment of a lost soul. Do you feel betrayed? Broken? Alone? Then, this the opportunity you were waiting for.” Ghostbur was a bit speechless but still held his ground: “Why did you took me from that station? Do i have to suffer more?” The voice chuckled a little. “Nay, i just want to give you an opportunity. I have plans for some of the people of the world you are from. And you my friend, are THE bridge i need to set things in motion. If you accept, i will give you a new life, a new meaning, a clean slate. While this offer IS limited, i am willing to put in a little incentive…” One of the wagon doors slides and a blue color sheep came through, greeting Ghotsbur. “Friend? Is that you?” The ghostly man reached his pet/BFF and hugged him with his all. “This is my gift of goodwill. If you accept, you will also be gifted much more. All i ask in return is simple: Keep yourself away from trouble and from me. Simple as.” Ghostbur stood up as he looked in the next cart and saw a silhouette beyond the next door. “If you want to accept, then cross the door.” Ghostbur was hesitant at first, but if he refused he could lose it all, again. At the thought of losing the only thing that mattered to him, made him shiver. He received nothing from the others except suffering, so it did beat the alternatives. He opened the door. It took a second but he was in a different place, in a similar form, with Friend. Equipped with knowledge and tools never seen before, he stood atop a grassy plateau surrounded by majestic mountains. “This is your new existence. Leave me be, find me, cross me, it matters not, the choice is yours.” Ghostbur, floated and contemplated the view and felt something new: “I am free.” And he left with his Blue fluffy companion to places unknown. But for how long?

The image does NOT belong to me.

Link for the image: https://twitter.com/kohhekuu/status/1349025243252338688?t=IAG7dfjguWfkDWrzS8o4Dw&s=19

#dream smp #roleplay game #pathfinder #minecraft #wilbur soot #ghostbur

[tomathy-inside-of-the-it]

Tommy and Wilbur in a traditional hero’s journey story but Wilbur is a hero destined to save the world and Tommy is his animal companion but the problem is they fucking hate eachother and the narrative keeps forcing them to work together.

They get a bunch of other traditional type characters along their journey but they’re all just not what they’re supposed to be, like Technoblade- who’s meant to be the super strong dumb archetype but is actually frustratingly smart.

Or Phil- who’s supposed to be the wise mentor who dies towards the beginning but he just absolutely refuses to die and also some of his advice is just ???

And even though everyone is supposed to follow Wilbur, Tommy keeps taking charge of frivolous things and Wilbur’s companions are like “Isn’t he supposed to be your animal buddy?? Why aren’t you telling him to stop upstaging you?” And Wilbur pretends that it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with Tommy but he actually finds it really funny how Tommy thinks nothing through and goes headfirst into terrible plans.

Over time the group actually bonds, but not in the way the narrative meant them too. In the heat of battle Technoblade actually becomes their lead strategist, with Philza at the foreground of the attack ready to kill.

Wilbur really enjoys the pressure being taken off of him for once, and one day he just takes his guitar to a tree and lays down to relax. But to his surprise- Tommy comes and curls up by him, and simply listens, enjoying the music. Tommy hasn’t done anything remotely indicative of being an animal companion until now, and Wilbur doesn’t know what to do. But it’s such a nice moment, it feels way more special then anything the narrative ever had planned.

So instead of continuing their journey the next day they all sit around, and Wilbur plays his guitar. And Tommy sings. And they’re happy like this.

#mywriting #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza minecraft #technoblade #sleepy boys inc #crimeboys #sbi #been watching badend theater #Did not proofread this akfhsjdh

[factorialsotherfandoms]

XCOM au, discussion of past major character death, complicated feelings. Also for sake of sense ElQuackity is just El. I'm not... Hugely great on Roier in terms of character or early QSMP lore so... I just hope its fine. He's... Having a very bad day, and so not especially silly. Set just after a mission I haven't written, one where Ramon is collected and Spreen is confirmed as dead. Trump's been around a month or so.

implied ex possibly onesided Roier/Spreen, referenced ex Fit/Spreen, referenced ex Maxo/Dan. It's mostly Roier and Missa, but they get gatecrashed before fully resolving their shit.

It's late, and they're off shift, and the bar is busy. Roier sits alone in the corner, but for Quackity pouring him glass after glass of the shitty wine. El is serving shots at the other end of the bar, while Maxo, Wilbur, and Tubbo fight over who is in charge of entertainment tonight. Bad's watching the kids as they have a sleepover in the common room, and lets the parents destress after a rough couple of weeks.

And then there is Missa, hiding behind his hood and his avian, throwing glances at Roier every third step.

Roier... Does not want this conversation. He's too burnt out to be cheerful, too tired to stay polite; he has never wanted this conversation, and certainly not in a noisy bar, but... But Spreen is dead and Missa is here, and while they've settled into one another someday they need to kill the elephant in the room.

He gestures him over.

Philza lets him go, and hesitantly Missa comes.

"Missa," Roier raises his glass to the other man.

The hood is tugged down further, hands wrapped in his sleeves in an almost childish attempt at self-comfort, "Roier. How... Are you holding up?"

Roier shrugs, and pretends the truth isn't true, "I'm fine. We kinda knew this was coming anyway, didn't we?"

"It feels different," Missa hesitantly takes a seat, and Quackity brings him a bottle of... Something fruity before vanishing back to surely cause problems for the rest. "I knew he was gone, but now he's... Actually gone?"

"He was always there before," Roier agrees, and forces Missa to meet his eyes. "Still is, in some ways."

"We loved him," Missa says.

"I would have seen him dead," Roier replies. "I was supposed to be the one to kill him."

And Missa smiles, and Roier is surprised to see that the tears dripping over the teeth of his tattoo are quiet ones, "I'm sorry."

Roier glares, "he murdered my dogs, threw me out of my home, injured and to die, and you believed every word he said. You said to my face you were on hid side. You can't just-" Roier notices him getting louder, and clasps it back down. "You can't just apologise it away, Missa."

"He's my brother," Missa says, as if it explains everything. "You- You were just his friend! He was my brother! He loved me, he loved me so much, he taught me and believed in me and kept me safe! And I thought he loved you - why wouldn't I believe him?!"

And Roier can't handle this, so he grabs the bottle to pour himself more wine, and prays for the best. "Missa, it's fine."

"It isn't fine!" And when did Missa grow the spine to argue back? "It's not fine! It's not! Because you're here and I'm here and he's not, and I love him, I love my brother, but he hurt you and I hurt you and it's not going to be okay again!"

"Do you even want it to be okay again?" Roier asks. "Do you even care?!"

"I'm trying!" Missa replies. "I'm trying, but I don't know where you want me to meet you! I watch your back, and I worry when you're hurt, and you must worry about me because I've seen you linger, but what are we?! What are we if Spreen is gone?!"

"We're friends," Roier replies, because that is what they always were. He downs the glass because if he's doing this, he's not doing it sober. "I loved him and you love him and I hate him. He tore out my heart and left me to die. He was my first love, my best friend, and the man who would have been my killer. You... You're not any of that, Missa, you're just..."

What even is Missa?

The man is still, frozen, quiet.

"You're just the little brother of the best and the worst man I ever knew and god damn it I loved him once, and I hated him too, but he's dead and you're here and you're," Roier scrambles for words. "I don't hate you, Missa. I hated your brother, but he's dead, and I think I'm too tired to hate anyone anymore."

"I missed you," Missa admits. "For years. I know Spreen wanted what was best, and I used to believe he knew what that was, but I missed you anyway."

And maybe that means more to Roier than the apology.

Because he's tired, and he's bitter, and it's been years - he's found a new love now, but he needs to know...

He needs to know he was missed, just like he missed them.

Hesitantly Roier reaches out, and touches the now sobbing Missa's shoulder. Missa folds against him, and Roier...

"I missed you too," he admits. "I missed him too."

They stay like that a while. It's Maxo who interrupts them, having abandoned his quest to DJ tonight in search of a drink - not shots like El offers, but an actual bottle of his own choice.

He looks at the two, curious.

"Dead loved ones club," Roier tells him, half as a joke.

Maxo pulls up a stool, and joins them both. He slumps against the bar, and says, "we haven't found proof Dan is dead, yet, but... I think we know."

Roier thinks of a toddler who looks too like the twenty year old photos in Maxo's wallet, and has to agree.

"Spreen was a bastard," it's Fit who wanders over now, seeing them together and a bottle in his hand. "Asshole of a man. Fuck me for loving him, but..."

He downs the beer, and Roier thinks that if anyone understands him, it's the other idiot who loved Spreen.

But why wouldn't you? Strong, protective, dedicated, funnier than the entire Order combined...

The scars on Roier's back smart, but they're there all the same.

"I hated him," Roier says, and the more he says it the harder it is to maintain it's true. "But I loved him."

"Cheers to that," Fit clinks his empty bottle against Roier's empty glass, and pretends to drink from it.

Roier does the same.

"I just love Dan," Maxo says. "It was hard with our- our, er, language. But we learnt. And I loved him. And now I have my baby, but he isn't here. We were supposed to raise a baby together, not like this."

Of all people Fit offers Maxo an arm as he starts crying, Roier's already busy with Missa and Quackity the wrong side of the bar.

Crying which is louder, and draws attention of Philza. His eyes sweep over the group, sharpen when they see Missa, and he drifts over.

"You all good?" he asks.

"Dead lovers club," Fit explains in a few words, then spots Missa and adds. "Or brothers. So I guess pull up a chair."

There's something unspoken between Philza, Missa, and Fit; it passes Roier by, but he's curious. He's allowed to be curious, even with the shattered void of emotions where Spreen should have been.

Tubbo and Wilbur seem to have come to some conclusion where they are both doing something; the room gets louder with the music, hides the group in the back corner even more so.

Under the cover of the music, Fit calls for a round of shots - El tries to deliver them, only for Quackity to steal the tray from his twin.

Once they all have them in hand, Fit nods to the group, and raises his glass, and calls in a half-drunken slur, "to glorious bastards, the cunts they became, and to we the fools that love them!"

Roier, Missa, Fit - they drink to that.

Maxo, the one of them whose dead loved one comes with no complications, hesitates to drink the toast.

Philza, who hadn't drank to it just yet, points his cup directly to Maxo instead.

"To we the fools that love," he repeats, in a much gentler voice.

"To we the fools that love," Maxo repeats, in Spanish.

And everyone drinks to that one.

#qsmp x xcom #qsmp fanfic #i... god how do i tag this one #i came up with it while heading back from the pool and it seemed on the shorter end so scribbled it out #and I do feel like this happened but I feel the words are wrong so... #well. enjoy #not sure why people invaded the heart to heart probably because they had it in a bar

[theredcuyo]

I just need to vent a bit-

So, its been a year and so now, isn't it?

It's curious to me how much Techno affected me even tho I wasnt one of his biggest fans at that time, and yet, I went thru some really, really hard times over this, and in some ways, I still am, up until recently I didn't feel the strength to watch his videos, up until recently even if I watched them I couldn't help but smile in a bittersweet way

Not too long ago I was finally able to laugh, to enjoy them again, to not think about how he's not here anymore while hearing his voice, and instead, have fun with what he left for us, and yeah, that's what everyone is been saying to do, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who struggled with actually doing it, because it IS hard, it's hard to not start to have fun and immediately remember "... He won't be doing this anymore now, huh?" and get sad all over again, even if we know he won't want us to still be crying

I got over it a week or so ago, I finally can watch the great potato war without sobbing for twenty minutes after watching it, and even if the grief won't go yet, I feel like im moving on, never leaving it all behind, but carrying the moments that made it hurt so much in first place, needless to say the happiest ones, in my heart, and overall, I'm full on energy, I've been inspired by him, by his all, like everyone, to do something, to give a meaning to what I do now, to be as strong as him-

And yet... The reason I write this is because of the grief left in me, I can't deny that whenever I go watch the qsmp streams a part of me can't help but wonder "wouldn't this have been so cool if Techno was here?, if he could've been here?"

I can't help but imagine him making fun of the eggs for practically being orphans, just to be forced to take care of one, can't help but imagine him immediately throwing one off of the wall, or maybe training Chayanne, and probably, growing to love Tallulah in a "I've had this child for five minutes, but in a anything happens to her I'll kill everyone in this server" kind of way

How he would tell Greek mythology stories to the eggs, but be the one person extremely against babysitting just to end up doing it a lot because of the insane amount of time he spends playing

Can't help but imagine how he would absolutely attempt presidential assassination against all the candidates and be completely against the federation without a doubt, and how he would've entered that dungeon left for them and absolutely destroyed it

Can't help but imagine Techno doing to forever the same thing he did whenever a baby zombie was near Philza

Can't help but wish the people who didn't get to know him outside of stories actually met him, and him talking to them with his bare knowledge of Spanish, and them reacting to the man himself talking about "blowing up a country" and "farming potatoes for +six months" or how "he once conquered the world" just to have them not believing it until Phil backed up the stories

Can't help but imagine a world where Tallulah didn't have to make an altar for him, and then i get back to reality to realize that... That's not the world where I live in, I live in the world where it's been more than a year since all of this possibilities became impossible and I feel genuinely hurt again, maybe more so over the thought of how much life he had ahead of himself, one that hurts me even more because he's the same age as my older brother

I like to wonder off in my mind sometimes, and imagine just for a bit of escapism, that he'd be giving Wilbur validation in his concerts, or that he would've bullied the life out of Dream when he did his face reveal, and also bullied Skeppy when he met up with bbh, or that he would've been in first line for Tommy's show

Technodad once mentioned on Reddit that Techno had been thinking of writing a story, and that too, would have been awesome to see, as much as all the plans he had and didn't get to do that I and all of his fans keep dreaming over

At the end, I think that the grief left in me, is over how much more time he should've had, over the future that we will never see

I'm sorry for this, I really just needed to vent, I don't want to sound disrespectful or anything really, just some thoughts I had inside of me and needed to get out, I'm sorry if it sounded weird or bad-

#technoblade #technoblade never dies #i miss him #i miss technoblade #i miss techno so much #i miss the time when everything was fine and i didnt had to feel like writting this #vent post