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mathanlin · 8 months

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Witch AU where village kid catshifter!Tommy starts developing magic.

It’s terrifying, sure. But he’s friends with the SBI coven, and they’ll surely take him in — though they don’t know he’s a shifter, they’re still kind.

So Tommy’s stunned when Phil flat-out rejects him.

“They’ll notice if a kid goes missing.”

*Not me,* Tommy almost says. That’s part of the problem. He’s barely able to stay in the village now — let alone if they discover he’s a witch.

But he still can’t bear to tell Phil, with his new magic so weak it’s only a liability.

“Phil, I can’t— I need a place to stay,” Tommy says, bordering on fearful frustration. “I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t— friends.”

*I thought we were,* he thinks. After all the times he’d played with the twins as a kid, Phil smiling & watching over them.

He must've been wrong.

“No, Tommy.” Phil’s voice is soaked with frustration, too. “I can’t take care of you. Not if—”

He cuts off. Tommy still hears it.

*Not if it endangers my real sons.”

And, filled with a broken rage, Tommy snaps.

“If you send me back, I’ll tell them where you live.”

It’s an empty threat.

That must be clear, with how Tommy’s shaking, on the verge of tears. But he must’ve underestimated how much Phil loves his sons.

And how much he *doesn’t* love Tommy.

Because, voice humming with magic, Phil utters, “You won’t say *anything.*”

Tommy opens his mouth.

To apologize, to beg, to tell Phil the truth. *I love you. You make me feel safe.*

But of course, nothing comes out.

Just like Phil wanted.

The worst part is, there’s only relief in Phil’s expression. No regret.

Not until Tommy stumbles back, shaking as he tries to form apology after apology, clutching uselessly at his throat.

And even then, there’s only regret in Phil’s expression when Tommy turns and bolts.

(“He’ll be safe.”

That’s how Phil consoles his sons, comforting them with the idea of Tommy back at the village, warm, fed, and protected.

They don’t notice the cat huddled beside their house, pressed desperately against the wall.

Not until it sits silently on their doorstep.

And Tommy… Tommy’s okay with this.

At least he’s with them. Even if he can’t speak, can’t risk shifting back, can’t even purr when they hold him close — closer than they ever did when he was a filthy, skinny kid. Even if he’s still terrified of Phil.

It’s still worth it.)

It’s… not that hard for Phil to find out.

How that tiny, scrawny cat only curls up with Techno & Wil. How he hisses at Phil, no sound coming out, trembling violently.

How, when any danger arises, the cat that reminds him far too much of Tommy is willing to die for them.

But there’s still a final straw.

Tommy’s reckless. He’s not a normal cat, sure, but it’s still easy to accidentally knock bottles from counters. But unlike a cat, he doesn’t wait for Techno’s precious work to fall and shatter.

He shifts into a human, barely catching it.

He should’ve been alone.

Should’ve.

But when he pulls himself back up, bottle in one shaking hand, Phil is staring at him.

“Tommy—”

Tommy runs.

Phil had made it *painfully* clear.

Tommy’s a danger to his sons. So much of a danger that he’d rather shut Tommy up than risk any chance of hurting them.

And Tommy almost can’t blame him. Because, desperate for a place to live, he goes right back to the village.

But he should’ve known what would happen.

Kids that go missing for months? They don’t come back right. Especially kids like Tommy who were already on thin ice, sneaking into the woods at night where witches lived.

So all Tommy gets is a crossbow bolt right through the shoulder.

He’s done.

There’s no way to survive this. At least he was able to hide from the villagers, the curse keeping every pained cry inside his chest. But now he’s bleeding out on the forest floor. Alone.

But not for long.

“Tommy?”

Techno. Then, Wilbur, falling next to him.

And asking questions he can’t answer. “Oh god, what happened? Where were you? Why— fuck, Techno, why is he— why’s he quiet?”

Funny. If Tommy could speak, he knows what his last words would’ve been. Not an answer.

Just, *I love you.*

But they’re not his last words. He wakes, swaddled in blankets and bandages, back in the cottage he’s wanted to call home for years.

And the first thing he sees is Phil, sitting at his bedside.

“I’m so sorry.”

If Tommy could speak, that would’ve shut him up.

But he can’t speak. And so he thrashes, desperately trying to sit up. To run, maybe? To flee before Phil— before he—

And then Techno appears in the doorway, utterly pale.

“Dad, he’s… he’s been cursed.”

Silence.

“Cursed,” Phil repeats slowly. Like— like he’s not the one who did it.

And that lie just keeps going. As Techno & Wil tend to Tommy’s wounds, gathering ingredients for a spell to heal him.

As they, as a coven, break that curse.

The spell works.

It does. Tommy can feel his voice, tucked back from where it’d been torn out. He can feel the coven’s eyes on him — Techno & Wil’s, hopeful, and Phil’s… unreadable.

So he’s still too terrified to speak.

“Tommy?” Wilbur leans in, taking Tommy’s hand, on the verge of tears. “Oh, Toms, can you— did it work? Can you—”

“I’m sorry.”

Tommy keeps his eyes on Phil, even as the man… shudders?

“I’m sorry,” he rasps out again, voice choked and ugly as every bit of grief pours out. “I never would’ve— would’ve— told them. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, please, I want to stay—”

Phil climbs to his feet, fast — and for once, Tommy can let out a panicked noise.

Even as the man stumbles away, face torn with grief.

And disappears.

(But Techno & Wil stay.

And in their embraces, Tommy crumbles. Every truth that was locked behind his lips comes rushing out.

*Every* truth. From, “I love you,” to, “It was— it was Phil.”

And Phil… Phil doesn’t know what to do.

But he knows he’s *willing* to do anything. To make up for that horrible, brutal mistake, to take care of the kid he’s always loved like his own — even if it was hard to admit.

And maybe, just maybe, that’ll be enough to atone.)

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

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erissdoesart · 3 months

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What’s the twins techbur alicorn Au?

Boi o boi! The au consists of a few more pictures, I'll drop them chronogically and then the explanation :3

Techno and Wil are twin ponies. As little colts they were playing together and Wilbur accidently forced Tech into situation where the red pony broke his horn. Unicorns can't do magic with broken horns, as it is highly dangerous for everyone around and themselves.

Techno ran away from home and Wil spent a long time searching for him/trying to find a way to recover Techno's horn. Before he succeded, Techno came back, backed by a power like no other.

Phil, the King of Changelings promised to recover Techno's magic if the pony helped him take over the Kingdom for his hive. Techno is a terrifying warrior even without magic, so he did most of the war on ease.

Phil said that having Wilbur is crucial in order to fix Techno's horn and Techno captured his twin, threatened him and delivered him to Phil.

Phil, who knew that Wil still loved Techno and would do anything for him, even if he was terrified. Phil, who knew that Wilbur's magic and charisma could help fell the Kingdom even faster and make it perfect feeding grounds for his Hive.

His plan was to mainly force/guilt Wilbur into working for him by assuming Techno's form, sometimes with a fixed horn, sometimes with broken, just to perpetuate that feeling of love and doom

Mind you, Wilbur was working on a way to recover Technos horn his whole life at this point. He was terrifies of what would happen to the pony kingdom and knew he can't risk accidentally falling for Philza’s plot.

Wilbur had a solution. He created a highly volatile spell. The spell was meant to take a pony and take away their core element- pegasus wings, earth pony strength or unicorns horn- and then remodel them into something else. Wilbur planned to first make Techno into a pegasus and then remodel him *again*.

The problem of that magic, was it required HUGE mastery of the spell and the cost was deemed too high. Wilbur would die if he did the spell more than once that is

But he wanted to save Techno :3

You can see in the casting spell art, the colored paned glass window actually foreshadows what actually happens

Techno's transformation got messed by Wilburs dying moment and he was between a recovered unicorn and pegasus- and bc he still loved his brother, he tried to save him from his own idiocy. And fed his magic into the spell, accidentally finishing and defining it.

The spell was so innovative and so fate changing and defining that it actually granted the innovators of the spell alicorn status! Something similar to what happened to Twilight Sparkle in mlp :3

As to what happened with Tommy and Philza... well~ that's still up to decide >:3c

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2-sleepy-for-this · 11 months

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Our little brother pt.3

Finally, one of the long awaited favorites is uploaded once more! This took longer than expected and I’m headed into finals week soon so I may not upload for a bit (feel free to give me prompts still!) :D

here it is folks (I’ve had this half done for so long)

tw ~ unintentional fearplay, minor claustrophobia, anxiety, grabbing, technical kidnapping???, annoyed Technoblade

word count ~ 1.5k

The fast pitter-pattering of tiny feet sped down the hallway, nearly silent compared to the conversation and giant footsteps from the humans all around him.

Tommy didn’t know what to do. First, he was trapped in the brown-haired human's pocket for what felt like forever. Then the guy started petting him like an animal. He is not an animal!

And he did not nearly fall asleep with those giant fingers caressing his back.

He is a big man, the biggest man, and big men don’t relax at some giants touch.

Now he just had to find somewhere to hide until all the humans went away and he could get back to the walls where he belongs. Tommy continued running against the wall, in a small hidden space near the gigantic heavy doors that humans kept walking through. No human could see him there.

The huge door slammed near him again as more humans walked out. He clutched his sensitive ears. Humans were too loud.

A shoe bigger than him slammed down just inches from his hiding place as he covered his mouth to suppress a squeak of fear.

Even a big man like Tommy would admit that running so close to humans was terrifying, and he didn’t know what to do. There was nowhere to go.

So Tommy did the only thing he could think of. He curled into a tiny ball right on the floor in the shadows, where he hoped no human could find him.

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“Wilbur.”

Wilbur winced in surprise at how stern Techno’s voice was over the phone. He had received a call from his twin not long after he lost his sunshine and nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone rang in his pocket.

“Heyy Tech, just got out of my exam. I think it went well personally, but I could have done better on the essay honestly-“

“Wilbur. Stop talking.”

Wilbur knew his attempt to change subjects was futile, and he knew exactly why Techno had called.

“So… what are you calling for?”

Wilbur tried to ask, smiling innocently while talking, even though he knew Techno couldn’t see his facial expression.

“A few minutes ago, I came home to check on the creature we found, and it’s not here.”

Techno waited for Wilbur to speak but kept going when the other end of the call stayed quiet.

“I looked in the cage and it wasn’t there, Wil. So, either it escaped, or you brought it to class after we agreed you wouldn’t. Judging by the silence, I’m guessin it’s the latter?”

“…alright, yeah, it was me… I just thought it would be nice to take them out for a while!”

“Well, you said you were done with your exam, so come back here. I wanna see the little thing again.”

This time, Wilbur paled at Techno’s response. He couldn’t go back to the apartment empty handed…

Now he was on a time limit.

And a very short one at that.

…he just hoped his sunshine was close by.

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Tommy didn’t know how long it had been since he hid. It felt like forever, but it couldn’t have been more than half an hour.

He couldn’t see any good openings to run or get into the walls. The constant foot traffic calmed down, but there were still a handful of humans standing and talking. Too risky to move yet.

One of the humans that was in a pair started walking away. His white hoodie was hard to look at under the bright lights, but the shiny necklace around his neck was mesmerizing.

Tommy watched him disappear down the hallway before turning to look at the other guy who was just standing there on one of those glass rectangles that humans love.

After a few minutes, the guy—who was wearing a bright green hoodie, who does that?—still hadn’t looked up and seemed oblivious to his surroundings.

Tommy had a choice.

He could stay in his little corner, curled up for who knows how much longer… or he could try to make it under the door he was next to.

He needed to see if there was a way out.

Tommy held his breath as he uncurled his body, keeping his tail wrapped around his leg tightly.

He slowly inched to a stand and started to shuffle closer to the door.

He took shallow, silent breaths, even though his body wanted to hyperventilate.

As more minutes ticked by, he got closer and closer to his destination. He could almost touch the wood of the door.

Then the human sighed.

Tommy couldn’t help the full body flinch he reacted with… when he opened his eyes, large green ones stared right back.

The human stepped forward and was close enough to grab him in seconds, so he ran, bolting for the crack under the door even though he knew it would be pointless.

His escape plan was foiled as the human noticed where he was running and swept him off the ground and into a giant fist… the third one he’s been in since the alleyway.

Tommy, so desperate for an escape, screamed as he was lifted higher, tears rolling down his cheeks while he struggled.

“Wha…? Hey, hey, hey, little guy, relax.”

The human's eyes widened at his struggles.

Good. He caught him by surprise. A better chance of escaping.

Tommy continued to squirm and fight against the hand he was in until the other giant hand came up and restrained Tommy.

He was completely trapped, pressed against two palms with just his head to move. His limbs were completely stuck in place.

Still, his squirms continued for a few moments more before it just became too much for him. Tommy had been so close to escaping all the human monsters, but it was all for nothing now.

Tommy couldn’t help it when he muttered one word in fear;

“Please!”

In an instant Tommy froze in the humans hold.

He had just spoken.

No borrower was ever supposed to speak to a human. He broke the borrower code.

Tommy closed his eyes, tensing up while he waited for the human to do something to him. All of the scary stories he was told about breaking the borrower's code came to the front of his mind. What could the human be planning to do with him?

“It’s alright, little guy… you’re safe.”

Tommy opened his eyes in surprise. Those huge green eyes were still looking at him, but now they seemed… softer, more welcoming.

He was confused. Why did the human look like that? They were supposed to look mean and scary!

His head tilted slightly as the hands around him loosened. Now Tommy was sitting in the giant's palm, mouth agape as his body relaxed from tiredness.

“My name is Dream… do you have a name? Or should I keep calling you little guy?”

Tommy wasn’t sure what to do, he can’t speak to a human again… but he had already talked before.

The human knows he can talk… what if he gets mad that Tommy won’t?

“T-…Tommy.”

“Hm, Tommy? That’s a nice name. Can you tell me why you’re here all alone, Tommy?”

What could Tommy say? He was alone… but he couldn’t tell the human, Dream, that.

But he was also running away from someone too…

Maybe, if the hu- Dream thought he was trying to find someone, then he’d let Tommy go…

It was risky, but Dream looked like he could be tricked.

“I.. I’m lost… I lost my human. I can’t find him anywhere..”

Dream looked at him with a mix of confusion and pity… it was working.

“Your human? Like… your friend?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Well.. what does he look like? And what’s his name? I can help you look.”

Great. Now he was stuck with this human while he looked for the one he didn’t want to find.

“He has… brown hair, and brown eyes… and a yellow hoodie. And his name is… um..”

What was that humans name again? The pink haired one said it so many times, but he could barely hear over his heartbeat…

Wil… Wil-something. He still couldn’t remember… he would just have to make it up then. He was too far into this now.

“Wilby… his name is Wilby.”

“Alright.. let’s go find.. Wilby then!”

Tommy was lifted higher into the air as Dream stood to his full height. He clasped at his tail anxiously while he was cupped against Dream’s chest. Tommy hoped he’d never have to get used to this…

Tommy watched Dream walk the length of the entire hallway in seconds, faster than Tommy’s tiny legs could cross in hours, like it was nothing, while he looked for Tommy’s human.

Tommy could only hold his breath and hope ‘Wilby’ had already given up looking for him and left.

He didn’t want to be put right back into the hands he tried to escape from so hard.

Then he saw that brown-haired beanpole crouched on the ground, and once he felt the chest he was leaning against breathe a sigh of relief, he knew he was done for.

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hope you enjoyed! (Told you there would be another main character)

I wonder how poor Wilby will react when he sees his sunshine in Dream’s hands?

as always, get some rest, eat and drink something, and send me things! :)

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genevawren38 · 3 months

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My Favourite Stories I Have Written, a Blog;

✨Wilbur & Technoblade, Wilbur & Techno & Eret [Twinsduo, Traitorduo, Royalduo]

✨38k The Last of Us AU

✨Wilbur-centric & Techno-centric

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD

✨Chapter 2 / 2 (When You're Lost in the Darkness / Look for the Light)

🎵Atlas Falls by Shinedown

"Wil, maybe you are immune?”

“Just put a bullet through my temple Techno, be simpler than second guessing leading to me accidentally killing you.”

“I won’t do that as long as you remain healthy, let’s just keep going and wait out a few more days before I do something so permanent. Deal?”

“...Fine.”

~~~

Wilbur and Technoblade's parents go missing, one after the other when their mother leaves for a routine outing and never returns leading their father to follow suit. Scared but determined the pair of brothers leave their safe haven to search, facing the horrors of the world they grew up in on their quest to find answers. Along the way they make a concerning discovery after Wilbur is bitten, with the tears of losing a close friend on their face the twins find themselves with more questions than answers on this long road they travel.

✨#mcytficfight Team Mushroom, c!Wilbur Soot & c!Technoblade & c!TommyInnit & c!Phil Watson [SBI / Sleepy Bois Inc]

✨12.1k W.C.

✨c!Wilbur Soot-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵Beside You by Marianas Trench

“I don’t know how to do this.” Wil admitted, looking down at the wrinkled hand he still held pressed to his scar.

“If I know you, and I hope I do because you are my son, you have the strength to face this. Your inner core is pure hellfire, when forged right you could melt the very bedrock we stand upon if you believe it to be best. For you to even begin to accept how far your actions spread you must face the people it hurt the most. For you to get that determination you must see the pain you caused, then do your best to resolve it because your strength comes from those you keep near, fighting for ideals they believe in. You just care so fucking much about things, son, let those things be the ones you once held dear. After all, when you have good connections you can face anything. You might see forgiveness in the smallest places, but it will be a step forward nonetheless.”

✨#3SongsChal, c!Eret & c!Wilbur, c!Fundy, c!Philza, c!Niki Nihachu, c!Technoblade, c!Foolish_Gamers, c!Awesamdude, c!TommyInnit, c!Tubbo [Traitorduo, Prankduo, Divineduo, Royalduo, Eternalduo, Butterflyduo]

✨15.8k W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨A tour of the Royal Archives

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence

🎵WHERE THE SKIES END by Starset

Each space had its time and place, many combinations of conversations happened as they moved through their histories. Wilbur, Fundy, Tommy, Tubbo and Eret stood inside the Final Control Room as they exchanged apologies, the walls of death changing to mean one of reunions even moons later. Father and son eventually discussed their problems, turning into a family discussion when they moved to Wilbur’s Control Room.

Every place they stopped inspired the spark of forgiveness, from tiny to years old wounds, many things were talked about on this tour.

Tommy and Sam took a moment alone inside the copy of the prison cell the teen died in, coming out looking on much better terms. No more glances were traded between the pair, a tentative peace that would only grow stronger with the right sort of nurturing.

A private moment happened between Ruler and shark totem when they approached the Egg, the Ruler gave themself the grace of the words the shark had told them time and time again, it was time to let go of the regret.

Each exhibit passed in much the same fashion, the people most affected discussing their experiences and talking about thoughts they held for years. When they stood in front of the desk once more, the tour completed, tension no longer crackled in the air.

Comradery had been forged among these broken soldiers who stood before them, each put through their own personal hells in their time spent here. The Ruler felt the lightest they had in years seeing the fire ignited in so many souls once more.

This is what stories were supposed to do, to bring others together to listen to others words. To share wisdom and morals, to learn from what happened in the past and move forward into the future. Looking at each face gathered, Eret draws comfort that even through it all, they had said yes to coming today.

[The rest below the cut]

“if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

✨#mcytficfight Team Phantom👻

✨Eret & Techno, Eret & Niki, Eret & Phil

✨13.4k W.C.

✨Eret-centric

✨Pirates & Sirens & SBI goodness

✨Forgotten by NateWantsToBattle

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.”

~~~

Nightshade spent her whole life jumping from crew to crew, following the only magical item that might answer her lifelong questions about the missing part of herself. During her quest she ends up captured by the Shadows of the Abandoned crew who accepts her without condition and she learns to love herself despite the hand life dealt her and unlocks her true heart.

✨q!FitMC / q!PacTW [Hideduo/Fitpac]

✨12.3W.C.

✨q!FitMC-centric

✨Federation Happy Pills aftereffects & Canon Divergence & Romance

🎵How Did You Love by Shinedown

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Finding love in the hints of shaky music and heavy aromas of roses, in the hesitant new beginnings of a starting courtship seeing the worst of each other and still accepting them no matter how battered or broken. They are both on their first dates and their forever partnership, forced together by horrifying circumstances but finding sanctuary in one another's arms and words.

Fit realises just how much Pac means to him after nearly losing him, dedicating himself to treasuring the one who trusted the anarchist to protect him, both healing along the way.

‘Tell me about Technoblade’.

✨q!Philza & q!Chayanne & q!Tallulah, c!Philza & c!Technoblade [Emerald Duo]

✨4.6k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

🎵Traveler’s Song by Aviators

The Angel of Death’s new charge commented a dear name to the ancient crow on the sign in front of him, a small blonde child looking at the avian hybrid with wide blue eyes filled with an ocean of curious questions. A dragon skull encased the top half of his face, held by some unknown force as wild gold curls spilled around it. His rose scaled wings were held close to his spine, peering up at the tall older blonde with an expectant stare.

“Oh Goddess, where do I start with that bastard?” Phil said with a wicked smile.

~~~

Philza tells Chayanne and Tallulah of Technoblade's adventures; from the beginning when they were teamed for Minecraft Monday to the Great Potato War, with a few more in between.

“Who are you?”

✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers [Eternal Duo]

✨13.5k W.C.

✨c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers-centric

✨MCD & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵creature by Half Alive

“My name is Foolish, I am here to stop the cult!”

The being proceeded to raise an eyebrow while staring at the demi-god, making him wonder why this brunette wasn’t ecstatic that someone friendly arrived and felt rather intimidated by their glare.

“Alright and how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Foolish opened his mouth to explain before falling short, realising beyond getting into the camp he had no clear idea on how to even stop the ritual from happening. Surprising the shark again they let out a rumbling chuckle, a small smile breaking out across their face.

Wilbur’s face doesn’t quite light up like it used to upon seeing them, early days of their country’s formation flashing to mind when they saw happiness when they spoke. Now he seemed hesitant, stopping before them. “Greetings Eret, off to a party?”

✨c!Eret & c!Wilbur [Traitor Duo]

✨3.6W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨Regret & Canon Divergence

🎵Mykonos by the Fleet Foxes

A warm teasing tone sounded through his voice, one white curl falling down his forehead above his crinkled eyes. A hint of worry hid behind that liquid chocolate gaze but he seemed to be in a pleasant mood.

The Ruler laughs, holding the wine up for Wilbur’s viewing. “A party for one if you can believe it.”

“That’s a rather lonely concept.” Wilbur comments, peering at the label in the low evening light.

His reply stung, Eret tried not to let it dig too deeply as they tried to joke. “I am rather used to it. Just me and my bottle of wine, we will spend a lovely night together.”

“Feel up to adding another to that party for one?”

“Wil-Wilbur?” He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.

✨For meIIohisunsets New Years Fic Exchange Event 2022

✨o!Wilbur & o!Tommy, o!Wilbur & o!Philza, o!Wilbur & o!Technoblade [Crimeboys, Sand Duo, SBI]

✨5K W.C.

✨o!Wilbur-centric

✨MCD & SBI Inc as Found Family

🎵Blackbird by The Beatles

Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. “Hello Dad!”

Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son’s strong jawbone. “My son, what happened to you?”

“My own hubris.”

~~~

Wilbur is watching flying lessons between Philza and his youngest chick, Tommy, when the sunshine blonde gets a little too ambitious and the phantom rushes to his side fearing the worst.

[for the rest of the links my AO3 profile is here]

We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity)

BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS!!!

✨q!Philza & Team BOLAS

✨25.5k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions

✨QSMP Purgatory Lore Retell

✨Chapter 2/2 (Balance Exists That Calls Through the Abyss / In the Chaos I Create Again)

The Wise Crow Has Been Fooled (A Cage for a Cage)

"Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don't forget. They tell each other who to look after and also who to watch out for."

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah, q!Philza & q!Tubbo & q!Fit & q!Etoiles [Hardcoreduo, Veteransduo, Codebreakers]

✨7.4k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨QSMP Non Canon Tale

✨The Call by League of Legends, 2WEI, Louis Leibfried, Edda Hayes

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My non-canon telling of the events from Phil's return to the QSMP after filming and learning of the eggs disappearance up until his capture by Cucurucho.

If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World

Picking back up his new scythe, his hands find familiar holds on the carved handle as he takes a few practice swings. It had been a very long time since the Angel of Death held a weapon such as this, the past few worlds only allowing him a sword or bow and arrow.

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah

✨4.5k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨QSMP

✨Demons by Imagine Dragons

Flaring his crow-black wings wide, chest hurting as his sky eyes catch the shorn secondary and primary feathers, he allows the moniker to possess him once more. Taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, seeing battlefields soaked in blood by his hand, he opens them once more to look over this world he woke up in mere months ago.

~~~

Philza is invited to the QSMP Electoral dinner only to find his chicks there, the same chicks he put to bed mere hours ago. As the realisation happens that these are not the real Chayanne and Tallulah, chaos unfolds as two binary monsters suddenly appear.

Gentleness in the Absence of Violence (Despite the Abundance of It)

”We have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it.”

✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle and gl!Ranboo

✨Generation Loss

✨2.7k W.C.

✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle-centric

✨Graphic Depictions & MCD & Non Canon

🎵Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

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Loneliness smashed into the muscular brunette as Charlie walked past the abandoned storefronts, debris spread across long forgotten floors.

Left behind pieces when not needed, just like him.

Turning the corner of the hall that drew his attention, he freezes at the sight in front of him.

You Make Sure I Always See the Daylight

A Coffee Shop AU about Ranboo, a new student to the city and university, stumbling across The Crows Roost Cafe for some food and he finds so much more than that.

✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, Ranboo & Toby Smith, Ranboo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & SBI Inc [Bee Duo, Allium Duo, SBI Inc & Sleepbees & Friends]

✨32.2k W.C.

✨Ranboo-centric

✨Alternate Universe & Cafe AU & SBI as Found Family

✨Summary continued below

🎵Daylight by Shinedown

A feel good found family story, this follows Ranboo meeting Sleepy Bois Inc and some other recognizable faces, from someone used to being alone to then finding warm companionship served up with his favourite cinnamon vanilla tea.

This will be a multi-part fic telling of how having a support system, even found off random happenstance, can be the best thing that happens to someone.

A White Orchid Broken in the Rain

“You may not remember this, but all of us went through hell to follow your frantic steps. After you left us, when you begged for death which was given to you, we were left in the remnants of what you had done. They were only children, Wilbur, kids left bearing the transgressions of a previous generation’s decisions, something the ones after us should never have to face.”

✨c!Wilbur Soot & c!Niki Nihachu [Rain Duo]

✨11.3k W.C.

✨c!Niki Nihachu-centric

✨Emotional Hurt/Comfort & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵If You Only Knew by Shinedown

She took a breath, breaking their gaze for a moment before meeting him once more. “You might not have liked any of the things that were said, but I see an element of truth in all of them. So many consequences of your decisions landed on us, the ones sworn to you. While you got death, Wilbur, we got living hell.”

Her words were harsh, her mind finally settled on anger as the words left her full lips. “I do not know how you stand here again today, but I do know every word I've heard so far is deserved. You had the unlucky experience of coming back from the dead to fill shoes stained in blood and its going to fucking suck for a while, but you must face each person you harmed before you can ever begin to feel better.”

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rapid-looser · 2 years

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Heyy, can you do c!SBI being Reader’s new neighbors in a modern AU? Platonic please :] (and more specifically, if you want: Techno, Wil, and Reader are in their early twenties, Tommy is around 15-17, and Phil is… old LMAO, prolly late 30s or 40s)

If you don’t want to do it is fine btw !!!

★C!sbi being readers new neighbour★

a/n: hi anon! This took me some time, but i was able to get it done, i did headcanons and small drabbles of all 4 and this is entirely platonic! And sorry wilburs drabble is a bit shorter than he rest, i don't watch him much

pronouns: you/yours

requested: yes/no

TW: Cussing and swords?

C!Philza:

•He first first met you when you were struggling to bring in a fair amount of groceries

•He was the one who introduced himself and his sons to you

•He invited you over once he realised that they're your new neighbour

•He also told Tommy to not be rude

•He also accidentally knocks things over with his wings

•His wings seemed a bit..weird at first not to mention how huge they were

•But you eventually got use to them once you went over to they're house constantly

•However your clothes may have a few small feathers in them, which are a dark grey considering his age

•He also lectures Tommy for cussing a lot, which you can hear all the time

•And you also hear a bunch of random noises from him at random times

•Usually his random bird noises

•But you may also need to help the old man finding his stuff since he's kinda blind

•Also helping him find his bucket hat finds someone (Tommy) likes to hide it. A lot

You stared at the amount of groceries you had, maybe you shouldn't have bought so many but you got distracted while shopping. But what caught your attention was the moving truck that was outside the house next door to you. The house has been vacant for a while since the old owners found a better place, but the house was fairly nice. You started grabbing your groceries to bring them inside when a man approached you, he looked a to be in late thirties to mid forties. "Hey uh do you need help bring your groceries inside? I don't mind help" He said as he stood beside you. "Uh yes please, also are you moving in to that house?" You replied as you put down the groceries and pointed to the house next to yours. "Yes i am actually, with my three sons, also my names Philza" He replied as he brought the remaining groceries near your front door. "Well nice to meet you Philza, I'm [name], and thanks for helping me!" You stated

C!Wilbur:

•He was the one who told phil you were struggling with groceries in the first place

•The most odd thing was that he collected guitars. A lot of them

•Like, guitars from the early 1920's type of guitars from different places around the world

•He accompanied Tommy when Phil told him to go just incase Tommy chocked out

•He showed you his guitar collection when you came over

•He kept asking you where things were in the city since his family didn't know anyone else

•Since the first night, you can hear him and Tommy fighting about the most random stuff

•He'll introduce you to his 'twin', techno

•Since he's only been in the neighbourhood for a week when he introduces you to techno, he may ask you to come with him when he's going somewhere so he doesn't get lost

•He will also scold Tommy for being rude to you at first

•"Oi Tommy knock it off you gremlin" is what you probably hear when you go over there for the first time

•He's probably the most polite excluding Phil when you first meet

•However when you come over (since Phil insisted first up), he'll be the one to strike up conversation with you until the awkwardness is gone

"Hey [name] before you go do you wanna check out my guitar collection before you go? A fair amount of it is vintage" He said as he cut Infront of Tommy who was talking to you a second ago. "Uh yeah sure but what about Tommy?" You replied confusingly. "Hey Tommy i think phil was asking you to tidy up your room, so why don't you listen to him and do it?" Wilbur said as he faced Tommy. "Fine." Tommy replied in spite and not long after Tommy left, Wilbur took you to his room where his guitar showcase was, everything was sorted into decades, from the early twenties to the current time.

C!Technoblade:

•He didn't speak to you first up until Wilbur introduced you to him

•He has this..interesting vibrant pink coloured hair which was slightly faded at the roots

•He appeared to have these pointy tusks that came from his bottom jaw

•He collects a bunch of old blades of all sorts

•He's the most chill out of all 4 of them, once he trusts you enough he'll show all of them to you and when you first come over he may or may not show you a few swords that are more modern

•While the rest of the sbi sleeps downstairs, to sleeps upstairs because it's less noisy, so expect to see him from your windows just reading a book

•When you first come over, he'll start talking about mythology from all around the world and ask if you know anything about mythology

•If you do, he'll strike up conversation about that certain mythology you know about

•He'll feel more comfortable around you since your around his age, so expect a lot of "It's stuff only adults understand, into it [name?]" When Tommy tries to ask about something

•If you don't know about mythology he'll teach you about the basics of it

•He won't scold Tommy but he'll tell him to stop being rude since they're new to the neighbourhood and you've been her longer than they have been

•And he's also a bit awkward at first until he's use to you

Technoblade recently invited you to his room so he could show his blades to you, although he got a bit carried away when talking about the origins of a certain blade that came from a famous Greek soldier. "Books say the sword he owned was connected to the Greek god, Ares-" He rambled before the got distracted by another sword "Oh and this one has originally came from a Romen empire while they were at war, The sword was owned by they're ruler" He continued. Eventually you asked how he knew so much about these swords "Well, Phil had them before he gave them to me, and also, Tommy wasn't rude to you when he first invited you over was he?" He spoke up. "Well he was a bit rude but he wasn't too bad" You replied as you recall the interaction you had with the youngest a bit over a week ago.

C!tommyinnit:

•He first caught your attention when he was yelling at Wilbur about how he should get the biggest room since he's the better sibling out of the 3

•He then later was forced- or in his words at least, to invite you over

•Which he avoided until Wilbur went with him

•He was a bit blunt, snarky and slightly rude which got him a slap on the head from Wilbur

•And later got him a lecture from Philza which you could hear most the night

•But once you came over and he got comfortable with you, he was a lot more polite and vocal

•Even if he did comment on how 'old' you were

•But over all he was a polite kid (which he hated being called since he was a man according to himself)

You heard a knock on your front door, and as you opened it, you saw 2 people, someone around your age and someone younger who looked to be around 16. "Uh yeah hi, We wanted to know if you wanted to come over one night" The younger one said, Who you were assuming is Tommy, the youngest one Philza told you about. "And who may you two be?" You asked curiously just incase you got them confused for someone else. "Tom. And this bitch is Wilbur" He said quite bluntly as he received a side eye from Wilbur then a slap on the head from him. "Tommy don't be so rude." Wilbur replied as he smacked his younger brother on the head. "Well uh- sure i love to!" You chirped, ignoring Tommy who was cussing at Wilbur.

#dsmp x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur x reader #philza x reader #sbi x reader #sbi au #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #dsmp fic

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cyncerity · 11 months

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WOW hi again

sorry it’s been like over a month since I’ve posted anything, south park fixation is still strong and I know if I push the mcyt fixation too hard i’ll lose it and i don’t want that!

anyway yada yada more stories in progress as I’ve mentioned in like 3 previous apology posts, but they’ll be a bit more delayed. sorry everyone family emergency happened and I’m gonna be busy for a while yet but dw i’m stil doin stuff

in the meantime since i feel bad about leaving all of you on the back burner i’m gonna post some old art that i never gave you!!

now that that’s out of the way here’s some new characters and art for the alien terrarium au that i never showed you!!

you all already have seen Techno and Phil in the story, and they look pretty basic. Wil is pretty basic but he has some scars from surgeries performed on him to make him a suitable host for Tommy. The first outside person Wilbur meets is Niki.

Niki is Techno’s babysitter and best friend, and Wil quickly becomes close with her after he’s brought back to Phil’s house and Niki has to watch the twins when Phil is at work. The second person Wilbur meets is Shubble.

Techno is in his first year of high school, and Wilbur occasionally hangs around the campus cause he has nothing better to do since he doesn’t want to be enrolled in school. Shubble meets him while he’s loitering waiting for his brother and long story short, she convinces Wilbur to join the school’s theater program. Phil fills out some “homeschooled” paperwork and Wilbur meets with her and the theater troupe twice a week after school to do improv classes, plays, and learn musical numbers.

Lastly there’s Tommy, and there’s not much else to be said about him. Little alien snake guy i love him so much <3

might post more art of him later and explain parts of his character design but idk we’ll see

(also for age reference in this au Techno, Wilbur, and Shubble are all 13, Niki is 16, Tommy is 8, and Phil is an adult older than 25 [im not pinning down an age for him yet]. Dream Team and Sam are all between 23-25 [no specific ages for them either sorry])

#cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #cyn art #tw vore #alien terrarium au #tiny!tommy #giant!wilbur #soft vore #safe vore

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wolfythewitch · 2 years

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I adore you view of Phil and how he's always this quiet/calm figure who's always trying to help others rather than himself. It's interesting how it creates such nice view of others relationships, specially twins duo :( the way they are the same for phil but still so different from each other, do u have any hcs for their relationships after Phil's able to channel wilbur's magic? How techno reacted to it when he was alone with him and all that

Haha how I write Phil differs sm in each au it's kind of funny

Do you mean like how techno and Wil feel about it? Well they're mostly exhausted LMAO, but Wilbur trusts Techno. He has to. I mean dude was literally partly responsible for him not blowing up. Techno doesn't really know Wilbur but he doesn't hate him. Isn't really mad at him for what he can't control, if he was he'd be a hypocrite. After that, they do become friends though. Close enough to consider each other brothers. He would protect Wilbur and that sheep with his life

#wolfy tedtalks #anon #lightning in a bottle au

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dorylinae-supremacy · 7 months

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🏚️ Phillip Crafts Orphanage for Troubled Children AU Snippet 🏚️

Snippet from a WIP dark fic I have going on in the background

Tags: Child tommy, tommy centric, dark techno, dark wilbur, dark phil, teen techno, teen wil, theyre like 14, ~300 words, you get the vibes as you read

The orphanage at the bottom of the hill was a death trap. That’s what the older boys always told Tommy, only the naughtiest kids get sent there as punishment. The caretaker there is evil and if you misbehaved too much you'd be chopped up and served for dinner.

You only got sent there if you were bad. You had to do something really against the rules to get transferred into Phillip Crafts custody.

The older boys, Dream and his cronies, were always telling him about where the naughty kids went and what happened to them when they got there. Since only the naughtiest of the naughty got sent there, no one cared what happened to them so Phillip got away with all kinds of things.

Last year Techno and Wilbur got sent there after the matron found out about what they did to the kids they didn't like. George said they were sent there to avoid a ‘scandal’, whatever that meant.

No one knows what happened to them after they were hauled off into the van when the men in blue uniforms came. Sapnap says they were locked in Phillips orphanage because they kept misbehaving before they fell prey to his two evil sons.

Dream says they kept acting up so they were chopped up into meat pie, cooked together just like how they were born together. Twins all the way to the end.

If you asked Tommy, he thought they were wrong. Techno and Wilbur were smart, the matron never even found out about their knife collection until after she was cleaning out their meeting spot! Sure they never told him why they had all their knives but he still knew about them.

That means he knew the twins too!

#dorys snippets #dory writes #dark sbi #Phillip Crafts Orphanage for Troubled Children #tldr hes absolutely gonna get sent off there #o7

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neonisradioactive · 2 years

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“Tripped ‘cause you saw Sally again, nerd?”

“No, I found out I got the solo and may have not watched where I was going.”

“I think it’s kinda hard to play your song with an injured hand. Not sure if that was the smartest idea on your part.”

“Oh, shut up, Techno. You practically did the same thing when you’d gotten that history book you liked so much from the library that one time.”

“See that was drastically different because I am not a nerd like you.”

high school au! twins duo for inktober day 7: trip!! techno knows how to patch cuts from novels (and tommy being a clumsy child) and wil is just salty he’s being made fun of

#inktober #sbi fanart #wilbur soot fanart #technoblade fanart #twins duo #technoblade #wilbur soot #technofanart #dsmp fanart #sbi #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois fanart

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beansthough · 1 year

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Ch.6 {Blind as a Bat, Sneaky as a Snake}

|Ch.1|Ch.2|Ch.3|Ch.4|Ch.5|Ch.7|

Cw/Tw: fear, fear of discovery, fear of death, v0re mention, injury, hurt character

Wilbur groaned as he woke up with the worst headache of his life. He struggled to get out of bed when Techno called for breakfast.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident. He hadn’t been sleeping the best and he had been staying out late. The Drider from the cave was the star in many of his bad dreams of late and sometimes even Tommy, but Wilbur knew that was just his instincts in the back of his brain. He and Tommy and grown back together the way they were before, or perhaps even closer now.

And if any fears of the naga remained after the dream, they would be disintegrated into dust the moment Wilbur went to visit Tommy for the day. However, the more Wilbur stayed away from home, his twin seemed to be growing more and more agitated with him being gone.

So what if he skipped a few of his chores to be with Tommy longer? And yeah he guesses he has missed a couple of dinners with the family by staying out pass dark, but he didn’t miss that many...

Wilbur let out a sigh of defeat. He knows he’s driving his family nuts. He knows that they only worry for him because they care. He’s probably been driving their familial instincts insane. Wilbur could only imagine his poor father when he didn’t return when expected.

His brother began to question him more, hating that he was making their father worried. But Wilbur reassured him that everything was fine, and it was.

Until Wilbur found Techno following him to the clearing.

He had just started to travel over when he heard to familiar heavy footsteps behind him. Anyone other person would probably not have heard a thing, but when you’ve lived with the leader of the guard everyday of your life, you unconsciously learn your brother’s footsteps.

Instead of heading to the clearing, Wilbur changed his course and began gathering nuts and seeds in his satchel. After about ten minutes he felt his brother’s presence leave him.

Wilbur found he had a new fear.

The guard wasn’t ever Wilbur’s favorite topic. His brother always wanted him to join but he always declined. He had much better ways to spend his day that didn’t involve training all day.

But this wasn’t about something so simple as Wilbur joining. It was much worse.

Wilbur’s worst nightmares were about the guard. But specifically it was about them finding Tommy.

Wilbur let out a long sigh and he opened his bedroom door, shaking the thoughts from his mind. He stumbled into the Kitchen and sat down in his chair.

As he swallowed his breakfast he noticed his sore throat. He let out a cough and his head pounded harder. He laid his head down absorbed in his own misery.

His father clearing his throat brought him back to reality. He hadn’t even noticed that his dad and Techno were eve there.

“Mate, are you feeling alright?” His father's concern was leaking out of his very being.

He sniffled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He slurred.

Techno let out a disbelieving grunt and gave a look to Phil.

“I’m not so sure mate...” Phil walked over and felt his son’s head. Wilbur leaned into the cool touch.

“I think you need to rest today, Wil.” Wilbur let out a hum of acknowledgement. He did need to rest but he could do that with Tommy.

“I’m sure I’m fine.” Wilbur mumbled as his abruptly stood up, only to lose his balance and fall into his father’s awaiting arms.

“Alright Mate, back to bed. You need to stay home today.” Phil handed Wilbur to Techno and his twin carried him back to his room and laid him down on his soft blankets.

His father immediately hovering over him like the protective bird he was. Caring for his fever and sore throat. Maybe he did need to stay home today. He didn’t want to get Tommy sick after all.

He would have to apologize to the snake later, for now he slept in the warm caring embrace of his family.

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Ranboo always loved to go on a nice flight and stretch his wings. What he didn’t like was making a wrong turn here and there and ending up lost.

He wasn’t great with directions. He had always had a bad memory with these kinds of things. He knew of and has been to the many places of the forest like the creek and mushroom grove many times before, but he’s usually with other people.

It’s also not his fault that his eyesight wasn’t the best. He was more nearsighted than most, but that was just one of the many challenges of being a bat hybrid. But maybe he should try to improve on his skill of echolocation, or remember to wear his glasses. Tubbo had made them just for him, but like most things Ranboo forgets them.

He’s gotten lost before, but he always makes it home in the end. If his echolocating doesn’t do the trick, the many tiny signs pointing to the village will eventually lead him there. It’s just frustrating to be having fun one minute and find that your completely lost the next. Then to spend the next couple of hours to find his way back.

They knew they should of waited tell tomorrow. Tubbo would’ve been free to come with him instead of working on his latest project. But the itch in Ranboo’s wings only grew and he fell to his urge to fly.

So here he was in a random clearing in the woods. There was nothing that special about it from what he could tell. Just a few stones and mushrooms here and there. The rest was a thick blanket of moss and grass. Tree limbs stretched just far enough over to cover just the right amount of sun from the floor below.

One word came to mind as he looked at his slightly blurry setting. Peaceful.

Ranboo sighed and sat down on a mossy stone to rest. He supposed there could be worst places to get lost.

They were startled out of their peace when one of the branches above gave out a loud creek.

He looked up to the tree tops above and gasped. It appeared to be a bundle of white flowers. One’s that grow from pear trees. Ranboo’s stomach rumbled from the realization.

Even if they couldn’t find and ripe fruit to eat, the nectar would be a delicious snack.

Ranboo stretched his wings wide and took off towards the white blob. Their suspensions were found correct as he landed gracefully on the branch and dove his face directly into the delicate flowers.

He didn’t notice the prying eyes just a little further up above.

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Tommy was throughly disappointed. Wilbur didn’t show up today. While this wasn’t the first time he’s missed a day, it still made Tommy miss his brother.

A couple of hours had passed when Wilbur would’ve usually arrived when he heard movement on the forest floor. Had he just come late?

His heart leapt in excitement. He hid his scales in the shade of the branches of an old pear tree. He carefully watched the ground of the clearing, getting into pounce position.

There.

He barely had time to hold himself back from dropping out of the tree. Instead of the mouse who he had grown so familiar with, it was instead a bat.

Tommy immediately shrunk back higher in the tree, keeping still and flat against the branches. But he couldn’t help but get a peak at the creature before him.

He had seen him around the forest before. Only this time he was on his own. No Bee hybrid or even the moth or the shrew.

No one but Wilbur had been to this area of the forest before. It made Tommy a little nervous.

He watched the little black and white figure wander around for a short while before he sat and rested on a stone.

He liked to watch this one occasionally. He was quiet while he was in his group, and always loomed behind them in the back ground. But they also were quick to throw in a witty joke or give anyone a helping hand.

But the question still remained… Why was he here?

Tommy leaned further forward to try and get a better look when suddenly the branch groaned under his shifting weight.

The little bat looked up and let out a loud gasp. Tommy’s heart stopped.

He ducked back behind the leaves his mind going a mile a minute.

Did they see him?

He heard the small flutter of wings coming his way.

Wait. That wasn’t right… shouldn’t they be flying away?

Tommy slowly peaked over the limb once more to see the bat face first in a bundle of white flowers. He had no idea how they didn’t see him.

The naga stayed still for awhile, content to watch the bat enjoy his meal, but his curiosity soon got the better of him.

And Tommy was rather lonely without his brother around…

“Hey you…” Tommy whispered out. The bat jumped up looking around. The naga stayed out of sight.

“Me?” The bat questioned. Still looking around squinting his eyes.

“Yeah… Do you like the flowers?” The naga didn’t have much practice in conversation with anyone who wasn’t Wilbur. His nervousness for even talking to the bat didn’t help either.

“Uh, yes I do.” The winged hybrid replied. He made a panicked face and nervously looked around once more. “These aren’t your flowers I hope… I’m sorry if they are.”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at that. His flowers? If anything they were the lady of the forest’s flowers. Not his.

And Tommy didn’t think that she cared if the bat ate from the flowers. If anything it was encouraged. Her forest was meant to protect and provide.

“No, those aren’t my flowers.” The child laughed. The little hybrid seemed a bit relieved, but a light blush covered the smaller’s cheeks.

“Well sorry anyways.” The bat kept his gaze to the branch below with a nervous smile, wringing is clawed hands together, his wings creating a makeshift safety blanket.

Tommy took this time to really analyze the bat hybrids features. They looked to be about the same age as Tommy, black and white wings attached to either arm, and large pointy ears nestled in with their fluffy two toned hair. If Tommy really focused on his face he could see the slightest glimpse of two little fangs poking over their bottom lip.

Tommy brightened at that last detail. They matched.

“I’m Tommy!” He introduced himself. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ranboo…” Ranboo looked up once more and looked around. “Uh I’m sorry, I don’t have the best eyesight… Where are you?”

“I’m around…” Is all the same supplied. Ranboo let out a snort.

“That’s not a very good answer.” They laughed. “Well a big man like myself likes his privacy! Unlike someone like you, Ranboob…” Tommy faked annoyance.

Ranboo let out an unamused squawk at the poor nickname. “That’s not my name.” He shook his head with disappointment. “That wasn’t even that good!” They groaned.

“Ha! That good! That proves that it was at least a little good!” The naga bragged out with a smug grin.

Ranboo let out a chittering laugh. Tommy beamed in his amusement. After their laughter died down Ranboo asked a question.

“What are you even doing out here? Are you looking for the village?” Tommy looked down at the bat who was happily eating from the flowers again. Tommy was terrible at lying.

But he didn’t have to lie… he could just be vague.

“I was just waiting for a friend, but I don’t think he’s coming today. And uh I don’t love in the village, I live out here.”

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Ranboo quieted at that. “You live on your own out here?”

The disembodied voice let out a sad laugh, “Yeah, but I’m a big man I can take care of myself.” Ranboo didn’t like that one bit, he sounded far to young to be on his own. Ranboo knew from experience.

“You could come live in the village with us!” They suggested. “We’re very welcoming to outsiders!”

Voice or Tommy didn’t have a reply. Ranboo sat the in awkward silence, letting it surround him.

“Who’s your friend?” He quickly changed the subject. With that simple question the air around them seemed to brighten again.

“Oh he’s the greatest! He visits me almost everyday! He basically my older brother at this point.” Tommy boasted.

“Basically?” The bat questioned with a smile. “Oh yeah, more like definitely. He’s helped me out so much, he comes up with cool games to play, and he keeps me safe!”

Ranboo couldn’t help his curiosity he had to ask. “Do you mind me asking his name?” Tommy seemed to paused at that. As if thinking it over in his head before telling them.

“I’ll tell you as long as you promise not to tell anyone that you and I met, or that me and him met…” Tommy paused again before quickly adding on, “You also can’t tell him that we’ve met.”

That made Ranboo more confused than he already was. He supposed he could keep a secret for Tommy’s sake. “I promise.”

“Ah… okay…” Tommy hesitated a little longer before finally letting it spill. “His name is Wilbur. He’s the greatest!” He said with the upmost pride.

Wilbur. Ranboo knew Wilbur well. They even hang out on occasion. He even used to babysit over Ranboo when they were younger. So why would Tommy want to keep them meeting a secret?

“I know him! We basically grew up together.” The bat answered honestly. “He help watch me after the village took me in.” He smiled fondly at the memories.

“That’s so cool you know Will!” Tommy squeaked with joy. “Isn’t he the greatest! He has like the best songs in the whole world.”

Ranboo let out a chuckle and shook his head. “ I don’t know if I would say all that to his face. It might all go to his head and it’ll get so big he wouldn’t be able to function.”

Tommy made several noises of agreement before speaking again. “Of course I wouldn’t! Well maybe about his songs and other stuff, but you’re right he is an absolute arse when he gets full of himself sometimes.” Tommy joked.

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The two young hybrids fell in to a fit of giggles, mocking Wilbur’s voice in various ways of him saying that he was the best.

The two joked around and talked of the many things that interested them or that they enjoyed. Tommy’s subject mainly being about Wilbur, and Ranboo’s being about his friends back at the village. Ranboo eventually coming clean with some embarrassment that he was lost and Tommy laughing all the while but gave him directions back.

So far everything was going perfectly. Tommy was so proud. This could be one of his first real friends. They got along great and they enjoyed one another’s company. That was proven by Tommy telling them the way back, and them staying content where they were, relaxing with their back on the trunk of the tree.

Everything was fine… until it wasn’t.

Perhaps, Tommy got a little too relaxed. He should of had his eyes on the bat the whole time, but he just got so comfortable. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to rest his eyes for a little bit it.

It did.

On the branch below the bat hybrid started to explore his surroundings more. All the while talking to Tommy about the trouble he and his friend Tubbo got up to last week. Tommy mumbling a tired response every now and then.

Perhaps, if he wasn’t so relaxed he would have felt the end of his tail fall to the branch below and start to subconsciously wrap around it.

Tommy sighed happily in the peaceful quiet of the afternoon….

Wait….quiet?

“Ran, are you alright?” Tommy asked a little worried. There was no response.

“Ranboo?” Tommy peaked back over the branch and froze. He had broken one of Wilbur’s rules.

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Ranboo grew a little restless after sitting and talking to his new friend Tommy for so long, so he decided to explore during their conversation.

For whatever reason Tommy wanted to stay out of sight. Ranboo understood that. He liked his own privacy and was rather shy when meeting new people too.

Ranboo walked a long the branch looking at the many different pattens of the bark. His head snapped up at the blurry sight of movement in the corner of his eye.

It was a bright red blob of something. At first they thought it was just a vine, one that would grow in trees to reach the sunlight better. But something was off…

He didn’t know of any species of plant that grew from a red vine, or at least not one as vibrant as this. He decided to approach it closer, in the back of his mind he vaguely realized he trailed off of conversation about Tubbo setting Niki’s kitchen on fire last week.

He stared silently as his mind tried to process what was before him. It was patterned, almost like the scales of a fish. He reached out to touch it and found that it was surprisingly warm.

They shifted underneath his touch.

Alarm bell blared in his head as stood frozen in place with a instinctual fear. They slowly craned their neck upwards, following the path of what now could only be a tail.

The thick branch above covered the head of the beast. Maybe it didn’t know he was here yet. He needed to warn Tommy, but the words died down in his throat at the thought of alerting the snake to his presence.

“Ran, are you alright?”

Ranboo suddenly realized that Tommy’s voice was coming from up above. His mind felt like it was about to break. This couldn’t be happening.

“Ranboo?”

All their suspicious were found to be correct as a red scaled face with split pupils and fangs met his own. All color drained his face as fear completely seized his mind.

He couldn’t even run, frozen in place like a Statue. He supposed that made the Naga gazing down on him Medusa.

They would have laughed at their comparison if they weren’t down right terrified.

“I’m-” That’s all Ranboo needed to be pulled out of his trance. He raised his wings and shot away from the Naga. Barely avoiding branches and limbs in his path. He glanced behind him to see the beast coming after him. His head snapped forward once again only for his left winged arm to hit a broken branch.

White hot pain seared through his shoulder and he took a gasping breath with a pained noise. He felt himself start to plummet out of the sky to the ground below.

Warmth suddenly surrounded him and he was pulled back up into the tree. A wave of nausea ran through him as he realized he was trapped between to clawed hands.

This was it.

“Oh gods, Oh gods, are you alright!?”

What?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t of even talked to you, oh gods, Wilbur’s gonna kill me!”

Ranboo was suddenly laid down on a remaining flat platform from an old broken branch. They yelped as clawed hands immediately came after them again. Tears sprung in their eyes. The Naga’s claws takes back.

“No, no , no… It’s okay! Big man Tommy’s not gonna hurt you! I promise I-” The beast cut himself off with loud sobs.

Ranboo didn’t know what to. He sat trembling with his hurt wing held to his chest. This was the first time that Ranboo had ever been this close to a giant hybrid. It was a little overwhelming and down right terrifying.

Their mind couldn’t help but flash bad to the stories their Mothers told them when they were younger. But… He hadn’t done anything to hurt him. Technically…It was Ranboo who had flown into the tree. Also didn’t he just have a conversation with him for half the day? Ranboo might have overreacted just a bit…

Okay, maybe not, Naga’s are quite literally seen as the most deadliest outcome for someone his size. But Tommy has really been nothing but kind to him, he’s already made them laugh more then they could count.

He even gave them directions back to the village. Now that was at least one of the most concerning things, but he did say he knew Wilbur. Last time Ranboo checked the mouse hybrid was still alive and well. He’d seen less and less of Wilbur over the last few months but he supposed that he now knew the reason.

Leave it to Wilbur to adopt a literal nightmare.

He guessed he should at least give Tommy a chance. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder.

“T-tommy?” The bat hesitantly called out to the Naga. Gods, he hated his stuttering.

The snake sniffled and looked up at the bat. “I’m so sorry…” He wiped his eyes.

“It’s alright Tommy, I just…” Ranboo laughed, he sounded a little insane. “I just wasn’t expecting all of this!” He ran a hand down his face, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Oh gods, I’ve made you go mad! Wilbur really is gonna kill me…” The snake buried his head into his hand with a whimpering growl. “ I’ve basically broke almost all of his rules in one day…”

“His rules?” Ranboo questioned, trying to focus on anything but his instincts to fly away. That would be horrible on a hurt wing.

“I’m not supposed to let anyone see me or talk to them...” The snake whined “Or hurt them.”

Fresh tears fell down the snake’s scaled cheeks. “Hey now, if anything that was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was flying.” Ranboo tried to comfort.

“Because of me…” Tommy muttered with a shameful tone.

“It’s not your fault.” Ranboo protested once more. He let out a sigh as the naga seemed to pout. “Look I won’t tell Wilbur, remember?” Well now that he thinks about it, “Or anyone for that matter. I smack into things all the time. Bad eyesight remember? I should’ve at least worn my glasses.” Tommy gave a hum of acknowledgment.

Ranboo swallowed down his fear. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Help me check my wing.” Tommy’s slit eyes shot out to meet their own round ones. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, now hurry up before I wimp out.” They laughed. Tommy gave him a small smile and slowly reached out for him. Ranboo barley suppressing a flinch as the warm hands scooped him up. “Now what?” Tommy asked a little unsure of his self.

Ramboo’s heart was pounding. “Just-” He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Just pinch my wing and slowly stretch it out. I’ll tell you to stop if it hurts to much.” This was so overwhelming. Ranboo never would’ve imagined that they would’ve been held in another person’s palm. But he could do this.

Tommy ever so gently griped the wing between a finger and thumb and slowly started to pull it out. Ranboo let out a pained whine and nodded for Tommy to continue.

Once it was stretched all the way out Ranboo rotated his shoulder with a hiss. Tommy giggled and Ranboo glance up at him. “It’s just… you sound like me.” That took Ranboo by surprise and he let out a round of chittering laughs.

He gently pulled his wing back to his chest and sighed in relief. “I think it’s just a bad sprain. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Tommy nodded is head and ran his thumb down Ran’s back, trying to be the least bit comforting.

“I’ll go see Ponk when I get back…” Ranboo’s mind blanked. Shoot, how were they gonna get back.

As if reading his mind Tommy answered. “I’ll take you home.” Ranboo looked up a little unsure. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be the first time. I like to make sure Will gets back alright.”

“Okay then.” Ranboo agreed. “You have a good grip right?” Tommy asked, Ranboo giving him a confused look. “What?” He laughed.

“With you claws.” The Naga looked at his hurt wing. “Or what’s left of them…” Ranboo gave a nod. He got most of his strength from his back paws anyways.

Tommy lifted Ranboo above his head and gently sat him in the crown of golden curls on top of his head. “Hold on.” That was his only warning before Tommy began crawling through the trees with practiced ease.

“So… How’d you meet Wilbur?” Ranboo asked genuinely curious. They snickered as Tommy let out a long groan.

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Tommy dropped Ranboo off right at the edge of the brush. Right where he knew the village started. He waited until the remaining guards passed by underfoot to guide him down.

“Thanks for not telling.” Tommy whispered and ruffled their fluffy black and white hair with a finger. Ranboo sputtered in annoyance. “Thanks for not eating me I guess.” They teased back.

Tommy let out a laugh, “Better watch out, I might’ve not made up my mind yet.” Ran giggles as Tommy gave a cheeky grin and stealthy climbed back up into the tree.

Tommy paused before going. “Will I see you again?”

“Of course!” Ranboo shouted before remembering to stay quiet. He quickly looked around for the guards.

They shared a laugh once more before they said their final goodbyes for the night. Both hybrids happy to have found a new friend.

The only worry on Tommy’s mind being that he hoped he could become a better liar by the time Wilbur visited next.

#the snake charmer au #snake charmer #tiny!wilbur #tiny!ranboo #giant!tommy #first meeting #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #dreamsmp g/t #naga!tommy #mouse hybrid!wilbur #bat hybrid! Ranboo #allium duo g/t #hell yes #my bbies #no beta we die like men

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// mentions of past abuse & neglect, burns

Foster AU where foster kid!Tommy’s ready to destroy the Watsons.

Not *fight* them — he’s not stupid (and… maybe he falters at their persistent kindness). But there’s other ways to get his anger out.

Like vandalism.

And his first target is Phil’s stupid parenting book.

The stupid fucker left it out, bookmarked and all. It falls open as Tommy snatches it, intending to shred the thing.

His eyes catch a few words. Abuse. Neglect. Trauma.

But what he truly reads is the highlighted line.

“...may act aggressive or lash out to hide their fear.”

Tommy… hesitates.

No. This is adrenaline & anger, not— not fear.

But he won’t rip the book to confetti (celebrating how he’ll surely be forced out). He just grabs a pen, scribbling out the stupid highlighted line.

And scrawls his own note. “Fuck you. I’m not fucking afraid.”

And he’s *not.*

Not when he’s driving back from school, bantering with (and insulting) the twins. Not when he strolls into the Watson’s house, laughing too loud to be safe.

Not when he sees Phil on the couch, book open in his lap.

Tommy freezes in the doorway, paralyzed as the twins tumble past him.

Phil looks up. Right at Tommy. And… maybe, just for a second, he’s afraid.

But that’s replaced by jaw-dropping confusion as Phil just *smiles,* setting the book to the side. “Hey mate. How was the day?”

Fuck it. Tommy hates him, but he hates being confused more. (And that’s what this is. Confusion. Not fear.)

So he stays silent as the twins joke with him, as Phil makes supper, as they drift off to bed.

And the moment he’s alone, he rushes to the book & flips it open.

There’s his mess of scribbled-out lines. His note, in ugly bold.

And… neat, small handwriting, right beneath it.

“It’s alright to be scared *or* angry.”

And next to it, a *fucking smiley face.*

Tommy’s jaw drops even before his eyes flick to the other note, a Post-It on the page.

“It’s the one-week anniversary of your first day here! We’d love to get you a gift, let me know what you’d like.”

One week. Like he’s staying.

Like he deserves gifts, after what he’s done.

Tommy’s eyes don’t burn. He doesn’t forget to breathe, trembling quietly.

No. He just scoffs out loud. (Even if it wavers painfully, far too close to a sob.)

And grabs a pen.

The next morning, the book’s moved, sitting on the end table next to Phil’s favorite mug.

And the next evening, there’s a stack of gifts outside Tommy’s room. (Despite his note, “I don’t need shit. Fuck off.”)

Soft sweaters. Little fidget toys. Candy.

And an annotating set.

Tommy much prefers his permanent marker — thick, bold, destructive.

But Phil never seems to see it like that. No matter how much Tommy swears or blots out the book’s sappier lines.

And even then, he’s… talking, more. Having genuine conversations through notes in the margins.

“Which of these sounds nice?”

Tommy goes still, staring at Phil’s neat handwriting. His heart hitches at the little chart above it. Types of affection. Hugs. Compliments. Gifts.

Hand trembling, he grabs his own pen. No sharpie.

For once, he feels like being quiet.

“I don’t need any of these. I never have.”

The thought festers in his mind, no matter how many times Wil ruffles his hair or Techno’s dry remarks turn to compliments. Or how Phil looks at him, so impossibly soft.

And when Phil replies, it’s only two words.

“Page 96.”

Tommy can barely turn the pages, his hands are shaking so hard.

And when he does, he can hardly see through his tears.

The book’s text is neat. Scientific. Pragmatic.

And it still tears Tommy apart.

“Every child requires and deserves affection, both physical and emotional.”

Then, a little note below it. Phil’s.

“Please let me know if you’d like to talk.”

And… Tommy wants to, if just to answer the questions crying out in his mind.

To stop his tears from dripping onto the book’s pages.

(If I deserved it, why didn’t I get it?)

He tucks the book under his arm, grabbing Phil’s mug from the end table with shaking hands.

Tea. He’ll make tea. Phil’s favorite, so that even if he pushes Tommy away, maybe he won’t hate him enough to force him away for good.

(And so Tommy can calm himself. So he can stop crying, so he can talk instead of sob.)

But he never gets the chance to speak.

One trembling misstep is all it takes.

The mug tips, sending boiling water over Tommy’s desperately reaching hands. With a horrible crash, it shatters across the floor.

And the stupid fucking book sits right in the puddle’s center, no longer soaked with just Tommy’s tears.

Right there, he gives up, crumpling to the kitchen floor despite the shards beneath him.

It doesn’t matter that his hands ache, in agony from the scalding burn. His heart hurts worse, as he finally lets himself sob, alone.

It isn’t anger. It isn’t just adrenaline.

It’s fear.

But it doesn’t matter. He won’t ask for comfort or someone to cling to.

(Even if he apparently ‘needs’ and ‘deserves’ it.)

No. He’ll stay quiet — what every foster parent had wanted of him, and what only Phil had managed to get.

He’d wanted to break everything in the beginning. To be loud, to destroy things, to hurt the Watsons in any way possible.

But now, if he’s the last thing to break?

He’ll give no words, no written notes.

He’ll be quiet.

“Oh god. Tommy.”

It’s the worst thing that could’ve happened. Phil, standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at the broken porcelain. And the book, utterly ruined.

But the things he seems most concerned with are Tommy’s hands.

“Here,” he says, guiding Tommy to the sink and nudging his hands beneath the cold water. He obeys numbly, frozen as Phil disinfects and bandages every burn.

When he finishes, Tommy finds the strength to speak, curled into the couch like it could protect him.

“Are you mad at me?”

They’re the first words he’s spoken directly to Phil in ages. With his burnt, bandaged hands, it’s not like he can write.

(And maybe he’d like to hear Phil’s voice, too.)

Phil looks at him so softly Tommy can almost believe what he says.

“No. I’ve never been mad at you.”

“But— I broke your mug.”

“I just want you to be okay,” Phil says, glancing at Tommy’s bandaged hands like they’re hurting him too. He laughs quietly. “The mug doesn’t matter.”

“And… and the book?”

Phil goes still, and Tommy almost sobs in fear.

But the man just leans closer, ducking his head to meet Tommy’s eyes like he’s uttering a promise.

“I only cared about that book because of you,” he says quietly. “So you’d feel comfortable. So you’d ask me for whatever you needed.”

Tommy swallows, curled in on himself. There’s no time to think about his response, no proofreading like when he’d written them out.

So when Phil quietly asks, “Is there anything you need?”

Tommy whispers, weak and desperate, “A hug?”

And of course, Phil gives it. That, and so much more.

The mug’s shards get sweeped up, and the first thing Phil makes in the kitchen is Tommy’s favorite breakfast.

For once, he lets himself enjoy it. Enjoy *them,* their laughter and love so freely given.

And the first thing he writes after his hands have healed?

His name. His signature, really.

Right next to Phil’s, on the final line of his adoption papers.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

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