sunrise siblings
techno and niki grew up together in the nether, where their sounder is almost fully consumed by the rot. they run away with a few remaining kids. techno is the oldest, so he usually goes hunting while the others stay safe. he feels as though it's his responsibility to protect everyone since he was meant to become a brute. instincts and stuff. he's out hunting one day, then that day becomes two, then three, then forever and niki thinks she's lost her brother. years pass. most of the sounder has left or died by now, usually to the rot or ghast attacks. niki, the most experienced trader of them all, decides that if her brother, her best friend, is still alive, that he must be through the gate. he would've come back otherwise, right?
meanwhile techno is ruling an overworld empire, his partner by his side. and he has not forgotten about his sister, and he feels so, so guilty for leaving, but he was young. he wasn't intending to get captured. he fought in the arena for years, his skin now marred by endless strikes of the whip and the blade. phil saved him, and he is indebted, and he is grateful, and he loves his friend, the one who rescued him before he lost all semblance of sanity to the arena. the arena, which was never kind. the voices of his sounder, once the blood god's favorite, now in ruins, haunt his mind. and they call for blood, so he chases it.
niki steps through the portal, light brighter than that of the forests, or the ghasts, or anything she's ever seen before. the roof- is it a roof?- is a foreign color, so is the ground. there is no lava, but something different, flowing lakes and falls and rivers of some transparent substance. there are, not mushrooms but similar, things that shine like gold sprouting across the soft floor. she takes a few, wary at first, hoping that her brother will still love her, still accept her gifts and trinkets like he did long ago.
she does not find techno, not for a long time. but as she fears the rot setting in, she encounters a caravan who she has met once before, and they take her in, nursing her back to health. she travels with them for a while, though she never steps back into the nether. and when she stumbles upon the roots of a young rebellion, well, she finds some hidden part of her, the part that takes after her brother, calling out for blood and for glory.
years later, if she finds technoblade, she will pretend she does not know who he is, and when she is alone, she will cry. and if he almost dies one day, and if she reveals her identity then, and if they embrace for what seems like eternity, and if they slowly rebuild a long broken bond, that is not for us to know.
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Fortitude: A C!Nikki Poem
notes: I’ve been perfecting this one! It’s based off of my second favorite Major Arcana card, Fortitude (or Strength). The classic Rider-Waite illustration usually has a woman reaching for a lion that has closed its mouth, representing a mutually beneficial wisdom in both strength and tenderness. In other decks, this duality is represented in many ways. My herbalism deck has honey and garlic in various combinations. and idk, Niki and Techno remind me of that card. Anyhow, here’s the poem!
When you, the Baker, met the Poet,
Maybe you expected harmony and home,
With the best of the fire reserved for the hearth,
Because balance demands growth
And your fire has never consumed the bread before,
Blackened its surface,
Except this one time.
And it only takes once.
Lion’s main turned to flames
Burned your hands to the bone and
Your cries of pain were too small to hear.
A lot of his friends were just so loud, weren’t they.
That’s what you blamed, at first.
Always the screaming and yelling and swearing and fightingAnd explosions and fire, fire, fire,
Drowning out what should have been you,
The reason you chose not to sing anymore.
But then the smoke burned your lungs
And you couldn’t sing even if you wanted to.
Then you were quieter than before.
Quieter and smaller and digging yourself deeper into your hole,
Safe because it was far from the sky,
Unfit to light a fire even for food.
And then people found you
They had fire and explosions too, but
They still heard you even over their own laughter.
That’s when you knew that a man who loved words and freedom so
Should have known how to listen.
And then the balance began to be struck
A Boar closed his mouth before you,
And you put the bread back in the brick oven
And lit a fire to be gentle and all-consuming,
And you started baking again.
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rain, blood, rivulets, runner, daughter, home, you
Regardless, Wilbur likes to come here a lot. It’s a pretty place, a few minutes walk from Pogtopia; it’s right in the wilderness, no buildings or houses or people around. Just grass, and dirt, and a few tiny flowers, and a lot of trees, and a big blue sky. Well, sometimes blue. Sometimes it’s kinda grey, and cloudy, and other times it cries small cold raindrops that splat into your eyes and make your clothes all damp and uncomfortable.
Wilbur doesn’t care if he gets wet, though. He’ll just come here anyway.
~~~
After several seconds of trying, Wilbur gives up, relaxing once more into this odd state of being. He realizes that his cheek hurts along with his neck, because his face is pressed firmly against this thing. It's probably stopping the blood flow right there.
AND!!!
For a moment, Wilbur's vision goes dark, and it takes several rasping breaths and hard blinks to rid it of black spots. Tommy is bleeding. There's blood on him. His eyes are closed. He's bleeding. He's completely still. He's bleeding. His eyes are closed. He's not moving. There's blood on him. There's blood on Tommy.
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Nothing for rivulets!
~~~
Nothing for runner, either!
~~~
Dang. Nothing for daughter :0
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After a few hours, Niki had stepped back, placed her hands on her hips, and looked around. She quite liked the place, if she was being perfectly honest. It felt cozy, similar to a home. It didn't feel like a company or an enterprise, devoid of emotion. No, it felt real. It felt personal. It felt like hers.
~~~
"You're so dramatic," Phil chokes out, chuckling.
AND!!!
"I'm fine," Wilbur assures, brushing off the hand that Phil didn't even realize had moved towards his son's chest. "I can stand on my own, Phil. You don't have to hold my hand."
~~~
Actually I’m gonna share a whole snippet from a story I genuinely forgot I’d started working on so aksvajdgsksgsh here ya go ⬇️
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"Oh, mate... do you need water?" Phil glances at the table, finding a half-full glass of water just as Wilbur answers, "No."
"Are you hungry?"
Wilbur sighs again. "No. I just- Phil?"
"Yes?" Phil finds himself holding his breath.
Wilbur gazes at him for several seconds, and Phil notes with satisfaction that his eyes are no longer pink. His pupils are the usual rich-brown color that they aught to be.
Wilbur gives a slight shake of his head. "I want to go."
Phil stares. "You- go?"
"I want to get off of this couch. I want to get out of this cabin. I want to go, Phil. I want to-" Wilbur thrusts a hand forward, face twisting. "I want to go far away from this cursed land of snow, and never come back. I want to go outside."
Wilbur ends his rage-filled monologue, staring at his hands laid across his chest. His nostrils flare.
Phil watches him for a moment before dipping his head, beginning to shake with laughter.
Wilbur whips his head around to glare at him. "What?"
"You're so dramatic," Phil chokes out, chuckling.
"Wha- I've been confined in this place for weeks!"
"It's been four days, Wil."
Wilbur's eyes widen. Phil laughs harder.
"Only... only four days?" Wilbur questions, and Phil's laughter starts to subside when he hears how uncertain Wilbur sounds. "It hasn't even been a week? Only four days?"
"Yep." Phil nods. "A fever can really mess with your perception of time, can't it?"
Wilbur nods, at a loss for words. He stares back at his hands.
Phil chews on his lip. "You're feeling better, though. Right?"
"I guess."
Phil reaches forward, resting his palm on Wilbur's head. His son goes very still.
"You don't have a fever anymore. Still a little warm, but you're definitely getting better," Phil says, pulling his hand away. Wilbur relaxes instantly.
Phil feels a stab in his heart.
"Feeling- you said I'm better, right? So I can leave?"
"No."
Wilbur lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a whine. "But I'm better! You said so yourself, Phil! I'm doing better, see? Look, I can... I can stay at Tommy's, and he can keep on eye on me! Right?"
"No," Phil repeats, a small smile appearing on his face. "I'm not letting you leave until you've made a full recovery, Wilbur."
"But you said-"
"I said you're getting better. I never said that you were better. You still have a ways to go, mate."
Wilbur groans, letting his head fall onto his pillow in dramatic fashion. He squeezes his eyes shut. "I don't think I can survive like this much longer."
Phil chuckles, but his brow furrows with concern. "You're not going to be like this much longer. A week, at most."
"A week?" Wilbur's eyes snap open, and he cranes his head around to stare at Phil. "No. You're joking. Please tell me you're joking."
Phil opens and closes his mouth. "I mean... I'm not. You had a really bad infection, mate. You can't just heal from that overnight."
Wilbur stares for a couple seconds longer before laying his head back on his pillow, gazing up at the ceiling. He looks haunted—no. He looks scared.
Phil sighs. "It'll be okay, Wil. You'll get through this. Alright? Just trust me on that. You'll be fine."
Wilbur tries to hide it, but Phil can see how his breathing picks up; how his chest rises and falls with increasing speed; how his nostrils flare; how his eyebrows knit together in quick, barely perceptible movements.
Wilbur's starting to panic. And Phil doesn't know why. It's not like he's being held hostage or anything; he's just on bedrest. Nothing more. He's not trapped. He's not stuck. He's not-
Oh.
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Ender dragon hybrid cDream.
Ender Dragon c!Dream who's been in this world and met every player who sealed off his own dimension and forced himself to live far away from everything he ever knew because he thought it was for the best who knows it was for the best seeing the state of the rest of the server
Who brought his little brother Ranboo with him and now has to live with his brother not even really knowing who he is at all with Ranboo not even remembering how he sounds like crearly anymore
But they know each other so he still trusts him so he still watches as Ranboo gets killed in public and nobody seems to really care
Who has to wear the mask everyday because he doesn't know what will happen if people get to see his fangs and his eyes and his tail and his wings he does know actually he's been haunted before actually how could anyone ever forget actually
C!Dream who gets his mask torn off him by c!Sam the second he enters the jail who knows he's being looked at like an object in a bank like something to be traded and gained something out of because it wouldn't even be the first time
C!Dream who bits his inner dry cheek as c!Quackity tears his shears against his wings taking scales off little by little showing them off who watches as Quackity puts beside his two wedding rings one of his pierced fangs
Who looks at Quackity's own pitiful and small and useless wings and can't figure how a person can do this to another person but of course he knows right it's all a pragmatic movement to get what you want yes he can see that he does it too
C!Dream who desperately wants to fly who isn't meant to be on such a small little space nobody is meant to be here he thought he would be okay here he's so hungry all the time
C!Dream who feels like a finally caught exhibition like a moth left to croak on The Warden's walls wings nailed down behind him looking at the glass in front of him and knowing he's done for because no way nobody is ever coming back to this place anymore
C!Dream who allows himself to feel that easy to kill hope once more as they run away from the prison after somebody does come for him and then c!Dream who has to grapple his heavy broken wings around him in the middle of the tundra after c!Techno tells him the favour is repaid now because even trying to fly is far too much to bear by now
C!Dream who wraps his tail around himself in the prison even know that he has the keys and now he doesn't even feel comfortable with the mask on anymore even after c!Punz repaired it and gave it back to him c!Dream who scoots a little bit closer to the red burning sparkling lava in front of him for some sort of heat
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