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redraven3093 · 10 months

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catching up to Philza Minecraft Qsmp Streams Vod

30th June ya'll I've been sleeping my days off these past few days after the exam cause my body just crashed down

I have missed so much shits on the QSMP stuff holly hell the fuq happened

anyway LETS START WHOO

Welcome home PHILL

oh hey the Flower Fall shirt looks cool

dadza had been rambling about space

QSmp time

so many Flower creatures

KELP will HELP

dadza isn't sure about the slogan

LOL Forever

CHAYANNE AWAKE

AWW CHAT

ma boi I miss yu

TALLULAH WAKE UP

the"sir" stuff is Tallulah's admin right?

TALLULAH BABY HOW ARE YOU

Tallulah will get the whole solar system at this point

Chayanne shrine

AW NO TALLULAH

Holly that is so many Chayanne

the Crows love his son

Tallulah BACK!

WHALE WATCHING?!

AW TINNY TALLULAH WITH THE SAMBRERO

Chayanne and Chayanne

ah so they cloned themselves

oh god what happened

YEAH Ramon Saved the day such a good little hero

Chayanne why?-yeah that's fuq up

WHY ARE YOU KIDS WANT TO SEE A CROCODILE

did they fight a crocodile before???

don't use shaders kids

use you dragon magic kids- HE'S HERE

dangerous mission

omg Tallulah noo

yeah scold her Chayanne

magical trip

oh shit he's invis

nooo Ramon it's not drugs

EYYY he's HERE

Kids get up

oh, Mike had a barber?

wait why would Fit go to a barber?

ugh sea mission is scary

Ramon we don't kill whales they are endangered

"There is no shame in leaving" thankyou Fit

yes Ramon Pls you all in one life

Chef Chayanne lets gooooo

oh yeah good idea Tallulah safety first

Oh shit Chayanne didn't have one

Shave it off??

Noodle Soup!!! i want noodle soup today

oh god wat happened in the debate??

don't jinx us phill

ahh so Phil is in team Foolish-Phil noooo

I like that the kids always go for the trampoline first

HELLO MINECRAFT PHILLZA WE READY FOR ADVENTURE MINECRAFT PHLIZA

nervous abluoeto-RAMOOOONNNNN

what is there a TNT canon-wait Ramon-wait Chayanne-kidsss-oh shit-oh okay thank goodness-OMG KIDSS- CHAYANNE-OMG TALLULAH

good lord, I'm aging-omg Phill

oh no the solar system is here

bunch of manly men with boats

clean coal

boat timeee

oh shit the WHALE-DRIVEEE-Oh shit-omg these kids are killing me-oh shit CHAYANNE-oh noo TALLULAH

yeah two whales is enough

okay get cooking Chayanne

did ramon just trows away a tusk???

RAMOONN NOOO

waiting on Tallulah

its revenge for Baghera???

oh nooooo the whale

HOLLLY SHIT THE JUMP

omg

the Whale was gunning for it

ITS BEEN SO LONGGGGG

TALLULAH YOU BACK SWEETIE

either her or the whales

ohhhh Seafood menuuu

the trick to defeat the monument

ohh the seaside stuff had been decorated

off to the monument we go

ok here we go-ramon with the bomb-you two old men shut up-milk squid?

omg Fit is an Alpha and Phil is a Beta-someone pls shot me

Ramon works fast-creepy ghost fish-yey Phill killed em

things have been pretty smooth so far

OMG RAMON NO

Mission donee

HAIR CUT TIME

emotional support for the bald man lets go

wat? a giant squid?

lol Phil has trauma taking care of more than 2 eggs

HI CELLBIT

Fit and Ramon is a dangerous dad and son duo

Yummy~~~

WAT!!!! oh shit-

THAT IS OK CELLBIT

HI RICHA

really love the kid-ah of course burning village

another VIDCON TRIP in French

ohh a NEW video Game made by Cellbit pog

OMG RICHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY

oh no scarey barber

Dollified Richa

oh no the bike-Phil is taking revenge on Mike

Holly hell they fast ZOMING

wat?-OMG OH SHIT-that's the train? so cool

Hi mike hi Pac-OH GOD THEIR HAIR

YAEH PEER PRESURE-phil really cant say no to Tallulah huh??

TRAIN TIME-oh no out of fuel?-RAMON NO-TALLULAH NO

aww sweety

omg law suit evaded pog-omg the safety protocol is being ignored left and right

oh no Chat broken

HE'S IN

OH NO TALLULAH-subway surfer omg-the album omg-she is so her dad's child

Train conductor Chayanne LETS GO

RAMON PUT YUR ARMOUR ON-and stop griefing the Brazilian

"boys will be boys"

egg cats-sewer egg-hi Richa-OMG ITS RADIATION??

ohh it's done???

aww cute richa moment

hi cellbit-egg for the cake lets gooo

OMG BLOND BADBOYHALO

HE's BALD MARKIPLIER-PINK BRAID OMG-he feel Bonita

PHIL'S turn-Fuq HIM UP FAM-Dangerous

oh no Richa lock them in

love that Chayanne and Tallulah is the model good kid eggs like they are literally the cousin that every parent compares you to

Riddle time!-omg-Comedian Chayanne-HAH GOT EMM

A MONTH!?-until the election?-wet stone lol

HEY AYPIEREE-Ramon no

yeah TECHNICLY CORRECT-OMG FIT NO-the BELL HAND LETS GO

well maybe you will have feathers like that one dragon

lol everyone ready with a camera-omg good lord-fallen off Phil lets go

CELLBIT is YOUR TURN

dot mess the white he says-oh no that could be true

oh no RICHA LOOK THEM in

oh no yu okay?-noise canceling pog-aww Tallulah

oh Will is in Poland??-STOP BEING TALENTED AND GOOD

hello there-omg the Yaoi land is getting to them all

the voice is the problem or the catfish is

YEAH ARTIST RICHA APPRECIATION

no meta-gaming Phill

AWW SO CUTE

CELLBITS HAIR CUTS DONE-OMG LOL HE CALLED IT-THE CAT EARSSS OMG-EARING TOO

Worse than the torture he says lol

Furry Cellbit lets go

Richa Party lets go

turtle eggs?? oh it's from dapper,

omg he's is keeping it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHAA- yu did perfect Phil

2 MONT LETS GOO

Mike no not at the eggs bday party

HOLLY SHIT PAC AND MIKE ARE KILLING IT

THE GIFTTSSS-so many foods from Chayanne-HOLLY SHIT RAMON

omg the mix they do with the flutes is so cool

What was that a radio?-a pancake?

Hi BADBOYHALO-loblond besties-omg Cellbit lol

HI DAPPER-the twins are fighting that's okay I guess

PHOTO TIME

cool beach they really did good

omg wat?-is that guy riding a dead decaying bird?-hu

wait-wat oh fuqin shit they're back-the Kids oh no -oh thank god thanks Bad

omg those fukers are back

OH FUQ OFF

yeah you jinx it Phill

oh god they can't hurt him

OMG THE KIDS

oh no he's going

OMG it's GOING TO THE NEST-omg it's going there

oh no the thing is trying to go inside

on the roof -where is it-fucker son of ditch hole bitch

bastard ditch suker- are the Kids safe in their room???

FUCK ALL OF THESE MOBS ARE ANNOYING

the thing still didn't catch any damage-oh fuq off he's trying to hurt the kids using the ghost

OH WAIT-OH FUQ-its in the window-oh okay but fuq

Leo?? oh god they are targeting her-omg Leo's Room was broken-just get lost already

WAT? TAKING PICTURES?-THAT BASTARD BITCH-OMG IT REALLY TAKING PICTURES

oh good lord Tallulah Sweetie I'm so sorry you have to see this

ok, I think it's gone now-you okay Chayanne?- THANK YOU FOREVER

Tallulah Darling I'm so sorry-okay it's gone thank god-are we safe?

ok so Leo and Pomme are targets

aww Tallulah darling I'm glad ur safe-okay back to safety

fuq that was fuking horrible-yeah that is annoying- yu jinx it

a wat?-omg defup-lol-the VOICE-multiple gegg nice-ah yes put him in the cage-oh he is not there?-lol is a zoo now

Phil that is not a lullaby

WE LOVE YOU TO KIDS BYE

the hotel is fuqed-Forever we need you

oh god its getting stronger

okay get ur rest old man

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somuch-4-stardust · 3 years

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WAIT SBI STREAM

#tw caps #STREAMMMMMM #STREAM W MY STREAMERS #wait when did this stream start???#ok uh #i gotta remember my liveblog tags for all of them shit #ro liveblogs the blade #snow gets gender envy for wilbur again #eret watches the child #ghost watches dadza #THERE WE GOOO

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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More Theater Kid brain rot now with season 2 in the mix

-The whole thing with the red egg growing everywhere actually came from a mold that appeared on stage and seemed to be growing on some of the props. Bad, Ant, and Puffy went and started praising it as a joke with Sam just freaking out. Eventually it became part of the plot.

-George’s mushroom house was only supposed to get griefed and nothing else. Tommy just slightly leaned on it, the whole structure just fell apart. And that’s how the group found a Termite nest in the theater.

-The school had to call an exterminator for the mold and Termite nest so production was put on hold.

-Like in the actual SMP, the reason why Dream removed George as king was because George said he didn’t want to be apart of the lore and just work backstage. Then George went hard with the roleplaying as well as Sapnap and everyone just rolled with it. Eventually it was just put into the script.

-Tommy’s exile arc sometimes is a bit too much for him so often the group takes breaks during that arc and just comfort each other during that. Do some nice stuff like watching a movie on a phone or something. Mental health is more important than Theater.

-There are QnA livestreams sometimes are posted by the group. There they sometimes drop some other lore they didn’t get a chance to talk about and some stories on how some plots came to play. Wilbur also drops cursed lore and you can just see the chat dying as they hear this.

-Quackity and Dream wrote the basis of what the argument between them would be like when he eventually went into Mexican L’Manberg in the plot. Dream thought he was prepared for it and then when the practice scene came, Quackity just blew through every single statement and argument Dream had with ease. Dream forgotten that Quackity is actually studying to become a lawyer and needless to say, he made big changes to his lines after the first practice.

(During QnA:

Dream: I was so caught up in the fact that no one actually was able to win an argument with me whenever I was in character that I just went and forgotten that Quackity is studying to be a lawyer.

Tommy: You looked so fucking embarrassed when he starts shooting down everything you had. Like you were red and everything. I actually still have the video.

Tubbo: If you look closely you can see the exact moment where Dream realized he fucked up.)

-Technoblade does all of his scenes in heels. All of the scenes.

-During a scene Wilbur just started talking about sand. I’ll say during the time either as a ghost or before the whole Pogtopia vs Manberg war. It’s just seven minutes of this because Wilbur forgot what lines he was supposed to say during that scene. Everyone was so confused on what is happening and aren’t sure if this is Character!Wilbur or Wilbur actually considering eating sand.

-Phil has been referred as Dadza multiple times by the Theater Kids and just the school in general. He has the Dad vibe.

-Tubbo and Dream’s chess game was something I saw and decided to go and put it up to 100 in this au. So imagine them talking and moving the pieces, except this time the pieces are their allies. Like the actual pieces are the characters themselves in a dim light. Not too obvious, but if you squint you can see them there.

-So like with every move they make, they get losses from their side, eg. Tubbo losing Technoblade, Dream losing Sapnap. All the metaphors in that game.

-The queen is Tommy and when Tubbo sacrifices the queen you can see the Queen being dragged away, representing the exile.

-FUCK JUST ALL THE CHESS METAPHORS DURING THAT SCENE

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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Ghost of You-SBI AU Imagine

To the anon that requested this, why would you rip my heart out like this?

This is a Father!Philza x Brother!Technoblade x Brother!Wilbur x Brother!Tommy in the dreamsmp. In this you’re younger than Wilbur and Techno but older than Tommy. This is pretty sad with only a slightly happy ending… Just a warning.

Masterlist here

Three cannon lives. Some argue it’s too many, some argue it’s not enough. But once Y/N loses all theirs, everyone can agree that there’s never enough

Y/N’s POV

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I was only supposed to go out and find a new village. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I was in a desert searching for a village like I said. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself from kicking the dead bushes and collecting the sticks they dropped. I don’t know why. But it made me so happy to do so. Made me feel like a kid. But I kicked a bush and the sand underneath me moved. I wasn’t fast enough. I fell. I fell and fell into the ravine with nothing to stop the fall damage. I didn’t have a bucket of water or a hay bale or anything. I wasn’t expecting to fall. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I could remember my scream echoing off of the stone walls and then nothing. Nothing at all.

*POV Switch*

Third Person POV

The whole server was gathered at the remains of L’Manberg. They were deciding what to do with the giant whole in the ground. There was light chatter in the air. Jokes and laughter danced through the crowd as they all got along once. But then it changed. Everything shifted as a notification dinged on everyone's arm.

By habit, all heads turned to the arm to see it. Immediately all noise stopped. Everyone froze at the message that popped up on their right arm. Surely this had to be some sort of sick joke, right? There is no possible way it was real.

Y/N fell from a high place

They all knew. They all knew that you were on your last life. You lost your first one in the original L’Manberg war and then lost another in the most recent war due to a wither, Techno still felt very guilty about that. If what the message said is true, then you just lost your last life. “No” the silence was broken by a desperate whisper escaping Philza’s lips. “No!” He cried out a little louder this time. “I can’t… I can’t lose another. No please,” He begged no one in particular. If you listened closely, you could hear everyone’s hearts break at the sound of the desperate father. Even Dream felt the heavy weight on his chest.

You were so young. Not quite a minor, but young nonetheless. How dare you be taken away from them? Philza broke out into a run to your house, blubbering, begging for you to be there. Techno and Tommy also followed their father in a sprint, silently begging that you would be alright, that this was just some sick joke. Ghostbur didn’t quite understand what was happening, but he followed at a much slower pace.

Slowly, everyone broke up from the group and went to their respective homes, the business could be conducted another day. They all attempted to go about their own business as normal as possible, but when the heart wrenching scream of Philza sounded from your house, everyone knew…. You were gone. Really actually gone.

*POV switch*

Y/N’s POV

I woke to a scream. A scream I had never heard before but I somehow knew who it was. It was my father. Why was my father screaming in my home? And why was I so cold? It only took a simple look down to understand why. Had this happened a few months prior, I wouldn’t know what was happening, but because of Ghostbur, I knew. I knew I was a ghost. That confused me too though. Why was it that I could remember everything and Ghostbur remembered nothing?

I got out of my bed. I couldn’t help but give a dark chuckle. That’s where my reset spawn was and I guess that’s where I respawned even as a… ghost. I almost couldn’t believe it. I lost all my lives. I’m dead.

I slowly left my room and walked downstairs. There I found my father, sobbing on the ground. My brother’s crowded around him, tears also streaming down their cheeks. I could feel my non beating heart break at the sight. I had never seen my father so distraught, not even when he killed Wilbur. That was something he was forced to do. It was something Wilbur wanted. Yes, Dadza was sad about it. But it was something that had to be done. Something that was for the best. But this? This was unexpected. I was only supposed to be gone for a few hours. I was supposed to come back.

“Dad” I breathed out, causing all heads to snap to me. A single sob escaped Philza’s lips as he scrambled up from the floor and ran toward me. “Dad, wait!” I tried to stop him, holding my arms out, but it did no good. Philza ran right through me. In one way and out the other. Another loud sob echoed out of his lips. “Y/N” he cried out as I turned around to face him. He held his hands out to try and hug me, but stopped. He instead wrapped his arms around himself in a tight hug, “What happened?” His voice cracked.

And so I told him. I told him the truth. Even though it was a really lame way to die, I told him the truth. Small sniffs left his lips as I told my story. When I was done, Philza spoke again, “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I sent you out to find that village. Had I not done that, you wouldn’t be dead. You wouldn’t be a ghost.” “Dadza” I breathed out, “It’s not your fault. It’s really not. You couldn’t have known, and neither could I. I should have been paying more attention, but I wasn’t and that’s the price I have to pay. At least I’m still here. I may be dead, but I’m here,” I did my best to comfort my father. He let out another sniff and nodded, “Yeah… that’s true. But I still can’t help but feel guilty…”

I turned around and faced my brothers. They were staring at me in shock. “Hey Y/N” Wilbur greeted brightly, walking over. “How are you? Why do you look different?” I couldn’t help but laugh at my brother’s ghostie innocence, “I’m okay Ghostbur… I look different now because I’m a ghost. Just like you,” I informed him. Ghostbur gasped, “No way! We’re twinsies now! Move over Techno I’ve got a new twin.” Techno took a few steps forward toward us. “Yeah Ghostbur, we’re twins now” I responded softly, watching Techno.

My pink headed brother stopped right in front of me, staring at me. In his eyes I could see the tears pooling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. I knew that he was not only talking about this death, but my second one as well. “It’s not your fault either Tech” I told him in the most comforting voice I could.

Tommy came up behind Techno and stared at me with angst in his eyes. “Y/N… It wasn’t your time” He whispered. A sad smile appeared on my lips as I nodded, “Apparently it was Tommy. But it’s okay. I’m still here, and I’ll always be here for you,” I tried to comfort. A sad laugh escaped Tommy’s lips. “God, I’ve never wished I could give you a hug harder than I’m wishing right now.” “Me too Tommy. Me too”

The sweet moment was broken by a small gasp behind us. I turned around and found an excited look on Ghostbur’s face, “Maybe we can hug! Since I’m a ghost and you’re a ghost,” Ghostbur claimed with a huge smile. Huh… Maybe. “Worth a shot,” I claimed with a shrug before walking over to Wilbur.

Before I could prep myself, Ghostbur’s arms wrapped around me in a solid hug. Once he realized that we weren’t just going through each other, he let out another excited gasp. “It’s working! I can hug you! I can actually hug someone! This is the best day ever!” He yells. I couldn’t help but laugh at his phrasing, this is the best day ever huh? I couldn’t blame him, he was excited about getting to touch someone after weeks of zero contact.

When I pulled away from the hug, I found that my father had made his way to my alive siblings and wrapped his arms around them. A soft smile rested on his face, the tear tracks gleaming off of his cheeks. “It’s going to be okay,” I promised, giving him a small head nod. Dadza returned one with a soft sigh, “I know. I just wish we could be okay with the alive you.” “So do I, but I guess you’ll just have to deal with the ghost of me for now.” I teased gently, walking over, just to be near the three. A soft chuckle rumbled through each of them. “Yeah, I guess we’ll just have to deal with the ghost of you… For now”

There you go, I hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like, maybe even a reblog or a reply telling me what you liked!

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bigquackity · 3 years

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Any ghostbur falling in love imagines?

OMGOMGOMG AHH

• techno is always the first person he goes to for advice. he wants to make sure he doesn’t say the wrong thing to you 🥺🥺

• CONSTANTLY drops flowers off at your door step.

• leaves you lil anonymous letters (which scares the shit out of you, but he’s so clueless lol)

• eventually he gains the confidence to introduce himself to you. (ofc you already knew of alivebur BUT ANYWAY)

• “hello! my name is ghostbur, you’re very pretty..”

• you were in shock. nobody told you about wilbur beING A GHOST??

• “oh, hi! I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you Wil- Ghostbur.” yeah he realizes that he probably messed up when he was alive

• HE BAKES YOU COOKIES

• he sticks up for u when dream gets mean >:(

• he refuses to let you fight off any mobs

• “I’m already dead, it’s ok (Y/N).”

• you visit techno every now and then, talking about ghostbur and how cute you find him.

• TECHNO ACTS LIKE HES ANNOYED BUT HES RLLY FORMING A PLAN DW DW

• one day, while tommy is distracted by dream, techno asks both of you to come over for dinner w/o telling you that the other is coming.

• philzas also there, giggling as he watched techno prepare for his master plan

• when you arrive, you see ghostbur sitting at a table by himself.

• “yo, where’s the blade?”

• ghostbur turns around, a big smile illuminating his pale face “not quite sure, think he stood us up?”

• you snorted. there were only two spots set at the table. that damn pig.

• taking a seat, you looked at ghostbur (who happened to have a very faint blush lighting up his face)

• “so... what’s it like being dead?”

• once dating eachother - YOU’RE BOTH ADORABLE

• you should see the way he looks at you.

• tommy praises ghostbur for getting a significant other before him.

• “now I want a girlfriend even more!”

• DADZA APPROVES OF YOU

• techno calls you both cringe but everybody knows deep down that he’s the one that initiated the relationship and he luvs u both heh.

• yeah ranboo ships you two HHAAHDH

• dream constantly complains about how gross u two are, but who cares abt him 😎😎

• “this isn’t a disney movie-“ “shut the hell up, dream.”

• tubbo considers you a big sibling

• you guys both take care of the blue sheep and consider it your baby 😩😩😩

• he thinks you’re perfect

I don’t usually write in this format, but I felt that it fit the request haha. anywayyyysss hope you’ve enjoyed!

@eave3 @v0lc1ty

#ghostbur #ghostbur imagine #ghostbur x reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #mcyt #mcyt x reader #ranboo #technoblade

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paiiwrites · 2 years

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cliche mcyt fic ideas but with a twist.

yeah i know i cant stick with a fic for more than two months whatever. take my brainrot. very vauge brainrot. mostly for SBI prompts (pls- I beg of you make a techno-centric)

1 - basically *insert person* was forced into a coven they didnt want to be apart of and they want to run away. said coven is unfortunately protective and possessive and will do everything in their power to keep the person in their coven. You choose the ending. I personally like bittersweet ones or sad ones but yknow if you enjoy weird fluffy endings then go ahead. I'm not one to judge (I am.) ((also idk why but tommy fits the human turned vampire))

2 - foster au!! but like make it so that Tommy is like a trouble maker and the parents are bad and skeppy but skeppy is kinda on the (I hate you but I love you) or he loves bad and Tommy is trouble and gets bad's reputation stains or whatever and he kinda hates him. then *other characters* show up and they cause weird stuff like ghost hunting and they summon demons and basically ruin bad's whole status (he's idk someone important) and so- idk- pick ur ?ending??

3 - vigilante au!! but tommy isn't as innocent as he seems. literally, everyone hates him and he has to go during everyday life with that overwhelming hate n then he gets superpowers (oh right he was a powerless vigilante btw-) and he's getting sensory overload and stuff cause of one of his powers are idk more senses?? and people start to notice and uh oh he's become a war criminal or something along the lines and he's panicking cause people are finding out his identity d he as a warrant and stuff. IDK???

4 - so *inser character* is sick (I prefer wilbur. i beg of you) and they cant do everyday things. their family watch them die and they make friends in the hospital before boom apocalypse! the nurses wheel him out of the hospital onto a plane that takes him to shelter to be safe to *insert evil stuff*. he meets his family (SBI) while they try to look for the cure of illness. oh wait turns out WILBUR is the cure/solution to this apocalypse and now everyone wants wilbur and he's gotta save the world uh oh. (any character would be fine. wilbur or tommy or techno. no dadza. he plays an important roll)

5 - (beedou request) what if ranboo just moved to town with his conservative family and then he finds his BESTIES (tommy and tubbo) and they are all chill and do all this normal stuff that seems bad to ranboo cause his parents are abusive as hell like its really bad like make it REALLY bad. and then basically a therapy/justice arc that may include a lot of milkshakes. speaking of milkshakes-

6 - cafe au!! but instead of that basic tommy meets wilbur what about if tommy was stealing a 100k *insert item* from *insert person* (whos rich) and 3/4 sbi are the feds or spys or whoever goes under cover... FBI yknow. no cops, only feds. and wow tommys a wanted criminal was framed for stealing millions from a company that dream owns (surprise surprise) and they find that by hacking or something I DUNNO enter family bickering 3/4 and so they get him in his house and track him down and wow epic fight scene where tommy gets DESTROYED but manages to tell them to truth and turns out dream has been holding his bestie random (okay you can finish this and take things out dunno)I

7 - tommy is an apple tree picker (IDFK pick a job) and he meets this family who has a weird obsession with blond boys and they decide to adopt him cause WOOPS no surprise here he has TRAUMA and he has TRUST ISSUES and he has a magical stuffed cow named henery he got from them that he doesn't know is magical but SBI make it magical cause turns out THEIR witches!! cue tommy being kidnapped. and then making serval escape attempts.

8- GOD I BEG YOU PLEASE MAKE A OSMP RANBOO!!! PLS-

8 - (so basically ranboo is learning whats nice on the overworld and what isn't and he gets treated unfairly or whatever and yeah I dunno recovery arc)

#sbi au #sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #minecraft #prompts #ao3 prompts #osmp prompts #use this #mcyt #dsmp #tommyinnit #technoblade #beeduo #clingy duo

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tea-with-veth · 3 years

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Philza Minecraft is a Demon Hunting Dad AU

@lumberjack-halt was talking about this Dadza as a demon hunter AU, and it stole my entire heart, so I ended up a modern AU snippet inspired by it. I can’t wait to see what she ends up doing with the idea!

Philza knows that he doesn’t look particularly professional. Techno’s getting graham cracker crumbs everywhere, Wilbur looks like he’s on the verge of either a tantrum or a child-sized stroke, and Tommy-- Tommy is just loud. He’s not crying or anything, just babbling off a string of nonsense words at an ungodly volume. Philza doesn’t understand how he does it. His lungs should really be too small for that much noise.

But he does his best to at least look like he knows what he’s doing. It’s not working though, and he knows it, judging by the look the real estate agent is giving him. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this tonight, Mr…?”

“Philza is fine,” he says, switching Techno to the other hip. Tommy hums noisily in his ear from his place tied to Phil’s back between his enormous grey and white wings. “Yes, I’ll be quite alright. Though I’d appreciate it if perhaps you could...watch the boys?”

The retail agent gives him a look. Oh well, it was worth trying. Wilbur tugs on his father’s jacket and Philza leans down so he can whisper in his ear.

“I don’t like her,” Wilbur announces to him, not whispering, unfortunately. The lady-- dammit, what was her name?-- gives him another look, this one more scathing than the last. Phil winces internally. I fucking hate kids, he thinks, as he does at least twice a day. Not that it’s true, but still. Being a single father of three and keeping up his career is really more than should be expected of any man. Especially in his line of work.

“You couldn’t have gotten a babysitter?” the woman asks, and Philza sighs, pulling out another cracker for Techno and setting him down on the floor where he happily begins distributing more crumbs on the 100-year-old Persian rug.

Phil passes another cracker over his shoulder to Tommy, which should keep the kid quiet for at least thirty seconds. “Techno scared off the last one, and it’s like they’ve all got a grapevine or something. I’ve been blacklisted by every teenager within thirty miles.” The ones willing to come were asking for ridiculous sums of money for an evening watching children. Phil supposed he understood that hybrids weren’t very common, and his four-year-old son could be a little….bloodthirsty. But still. “They’re very self-sufficient.”

“That one is a baby,” she-- what was her name?-- says pointing at Tommy, who is trying to shove his graham cracker down the back of Philza’s jacket.

“Tommy stays with me. He’s my partner.” Phil wished she’d laugh at the joke, he could feel the woman judging him.

She just gives him a look though. “As long as the job gets done, I suppose.”

“Ghosts will be out of the house by morning. Guaranteed.” And a nice check would be in his bank account, enough for a proper Christmas this year. Tommy’s first Christmas in the house too and the first one Techno would remember, most likely. He should really be putting thought into presents. Would it be irresponsible to give Techno a weapon?

Real Estate Lady snaps him out of his reverie. “You have my number. Call me if there are any… complications? And try not to damage the house, practically everything here is antique.” She shoots Techno, who is crumbling his cracker in his hands for the fun or it, a dirty look. The kid looks up as if can sense it and snarls at her, revealing two tiny nubby tusks. She looks a little pale and Philza tries to hide a grin. He’s a very proud Dad.

“Absolutely,” Phil promises. “A minor haunting like this is very routine.”

One final look and the Real Estate Lady is gone. Thank goodness.

“Okay, mates,” Phil says. “You know the drill. Wilbur, you’re in charge of Techno. Which walkie-talkie do you want?”

“Yellow,” he always wants yellow, but he always wants to be asked too.

Some would say that leaving a seven-year-old and a four-year-old alone in a probably-haunted-house was a bad idea. It kind of was, but Philza couldn’t concentrate while trying to wrangle the two of them, and he wasn’t gonna leave them alone in the car. Besides, Techno is usually content by himself, and Wilbur is nothing if not independent. He drops the bag, containing an assorted mix of snacks, coloring books, crayons (in a box labeled do not let Techno eat), various matchbox cars, and an ancient iPod shuffle with a pair of headphones from Philza’s college days (Wilbur’s prized possession).

“Keep an eye on Wilbur,” Phil says, giving Techno’s pink fluff of hair an affectionate ruffle. His son offers a grunt of agreement. The kid isn’t much for talking, and honestly, with Wilbur’s million-miles-an-hour chatter, and Tommy’s sheer volume Philza occasionally longs for the peaceful days when it was just him and his first son. Not that he’d trade his boys for anything, but still, some quiet would be much appreciated.

He offers Tommy another cracker, trying to distract him from pulling at his poor feathers. He’s not entirely sure where the last cracker disappeared to, but that’s a mystery for later. He grabs the green walkie-talkie, and double-checks the batteries, just in case. “I’m going to the top floor first, apparently there were paranormal sightings in the attic. Wilbur, what are the rules?”

Phil may be a father who brings his kids on his hunts for supernatural creatures causing chaos in the mortal realm, but he likes to believe he does it responsibly. They have rules for a reason, and he watches with satisfaction as Wilbur counts them off on his fingers. “No stealing, no breaking, no touching things you don’t understand, don’t negotiate with demons or ghosts, be polite to anything you don’t understand, call you if I see something weird.”

“And?”

“And after I call you, go to the car.” That last bit was Wilbur’s least favorite rule. He always wanted to be part of the action, something brought about by his ridiculous lack of fear and insatiable curiosity. Someday, when he was older Phil thought he’d make a rather good partner if he could learn not to stick his nose where it might get bitten.

Philza double-checks, making sure Tommy’s securely tied to his back, his flashlight has batteries, his phone is charged, and the various accouterments of his profession are in order. “I’ll be in touch,” he says and begins to slowly climb the creepy ornate staircase up to the top floors.

Tommy babbles loudly behind him, and he tries to shush the noisy child. “Come on, mate, it’s well past your bedtime. Don’t you want to sleep?” Jokes on him, Tommy never wants to sleep. It’s like the kid drinks coffee instead of apple juice. They reach the first landing, and Philza gives the lightswitch an experimental flip. Nothing. The real estate agent told them that there were problems with the wiring, but Phil has enough experience to guess the real issue is something a little more... paranormal.

He reaches the second floor and reaches for the EMF reader. From the sound of the various strange noises and frightening sightings by previous occupants the agent explained in her email, this is probably some leftover resident of the house with an unresolved issue. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to lay the shade to rest. If he’s unlucky, he’ll have to take more...forceful measures. If he’s very unlucky, something far more sinister.

Phil is usually unlucky. He’s also, illogically, an optimist.

The walkie talkie attached to his belt crackles, and Wilbur’s thin voice comes wailing through. “Dad, Techno’s chewing on my headphones, and he’s hoarding all the cars.”

“Fucking kids,” Philza mutters good-naturedly, before radioing back, “Wil, walkie-talkies are for emergencies only. Techno, leave your brother’s headphones alone, that’s just gross.”

Wilbur mumbles an apology, and he hears some noises of complaint from Techno, and he and baby are left in the quiet again.

Tommy’s gone silent. Phil would be thankful, but instead, he’s nervous. He wasn’t exactly joking about the baby being his partner. He’s learned the hard way that his youngest has something of a sixth sense-- Tommy doesn’t shut up unless there’s trouble or he’s sleeping. The EMF reader isn’t picking anything up, and the light of his flashlight burns steady, picking up old furniture covered by sheets and a dusty grandfather clock. Nothing out of the ordinary, but Phil feels cold and unsettled. He hesitates and begins moving up the second flight of stairs.

Something is wrong, and Phil can’t put his finger on it.

Tap tap tap.

The noise sounds like it’s coming from behind him. Phil spins around, his flashlight beam skittering wildly across the ground, but no, nothing is there.

He starts up the steps again, more slowly this time. They’re almost to the attic, but something is wrong. “What do you think, mate?” he whispers to Tommy, who just sighs contentedly. At least someone feels safe.

There’s a sudden burst of static and he reaches for the walkie-talkie, partly relieved for the distraction. He’s an old hat at this game, but his heart rate is uncomfortably fast right now.

“Dad?” Wilbur’s voice comes through, and the sound of it makes Phil’s chest freeze over.

Wilbur is scared.

Wilbur is not easy to scare.

Something is very very not okay.

“I’m right here,” he says, and he waits for the response. It’s probably not serious, he tells himself firmly. You’re jumpy. Techno probably broke something and he’s scared to tell me.

That’s not what Wilbur says, though. “Dad, there’s something in the room.”

Phil has already turned around, making his way cautiously down the stairs. “What kind of thing?”

The silence is too long. Phil moves faster. Four seconds, five, and finally Wilbur’s voice whispers, “It’s got a lot of teeth.”

Caution is abandoned in an instant, and Phil bolts down the stairs, his feet pounding on the creaking old wood. “Wil!” he shouts as he barrels into the old living room, and stops suddenly. He sees it all in one instant: Wilbur is standing very still in the center of the room, Techno’s hands in fists, clutching his brother’s coat. The crayons and cars are scattered around the room, goldfish crumbs creating yellow constellations on the carpet. The boys are watching him, eyes fixed in expressions of terror.

There is something behind them.

In the darkness of the room it’s hard to see much. Eyes like glowing brands. Claws as long as Philza’s forearm.

Lots of teeth.

Fuck.

It’s so close to the boys, and Phil is afraid of what the thing will do if he takes a step forward.

“Dad,” Wil says. Techno is trying to look fierce, but it’s not working. They’re both so brave, Phil thinks, but it’s not a good time to be proud.

“Get away from them,” he says. “This is a warning.”

The creature makes a twisted, gurgling sound. Laughter. “Funny,” it says, in a voice tinged with darkness. It sounds wrong like it’s not supposed to be able to speak. “Tasty.” One of those enormous claws snakes forward and brushes against Wilbur’s face. The boy flinches, his eyes fixed pleadingly on Phil.

One wrong move and that creature could tear his son to shreds before Phil could scream his name.

“Stop,” Techno snaps, baring his teeth at the figure. “Leave’m alone.”

The creature laughs again, the claws scraping against skin, and Phil sees a single spot of red bloom against Wilbur’s cheek.

His hands move before his mind, reading for the pocket pistol he keeps close.

He fires two shots into the creature's head.

Tommy starts to scream, and Techno, startled into movement, takes advantage of the creature’s distraction to pull his brother away. Phil advances, emptying the rest of the bullets into the monster. It shrieks and writhes, and then, finally, falls silent, a twisted collection of broken limbs and dripping teeth, staining the ancient rug.

Phil falls to his knees as his boys collapse into his arms. He clutches them tightly as he can. “Are you hurt?”

Wil pulls away, a small red line against his cheek. Phil digs through his bag and applies a bandaid. Techno curls up in his lap, trembling a bit, and he rumbles the boy’s hair. “You were both very brave,” he says, and they look proud.

“Next time can we go with you?” Wilbur says, hopefully. “Since we were very brave?”

Phil sighs, releasing the adrenaline pounding through his veins. “Next time I’m getting a babysitter. Come on, I’m taking you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” He stands, picking up Techno and bouncing him on his hip. He looks for Wilbur, who is creeping towards the carcass, eyes alight with curiosity. Fear doesn’t last very long with that kid.

“I’ll make hot chocolate,” he offers, and Wilbur scampers back, slipping his hand into Phil’s.

They walk back to the car. Eventually, Phil will have to call the real estate agent, return to clean up his mess and make sure that he didn’t miss anything and apologize for ruining that carpet. But tonight he’s going to make hot chocolate and popcorn and put on a movie, and let Wilbur and Techno stay up until they fall asleep in a pile on the couch.

After all, he may be a professional, but he’s a father first.

#sleepy boys inc #Philza #philza minecraft #wilbur soot #TW: blood (a little)#Tw: creepy monsters #Tw: blood #tw: shooting #tommy innit #tommyinnit #technoblade #Demon hunter AU #dadza #teahound writes

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jjkyaoi · 3 years

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i’m surprised there’s not more ghost hunter!sbi au’s or just general paranormal!sbi au’s. anyway, take this.

(yes this is because i’ve been watching buzzfeed unsolved again recently, what about it)

wilbur’s the one with the main youtube channel, and before they started really doing paranormal shit it was mostly,,...,,, like his actual channel? just him doing dumb shit w/ his friends— yes he does play minecraft in this au. don’t ask me how he went from minecraft from hunting ghosts, it is something that none of us know.

techno’s the one who actually came up w/ the idea, because in the family he’s always been the one who’s been most obsessed w/ paranormal things, for a skeptic. he’s always constantly wanting to push the limits of things people aren’t sure actually exists— he always wants to see how fast he can die when he fucks w/ things that are potentially dangerous, so he’s a dumbass, and he brought up the idea of ghosthunting to wilbur, who’s also a dumbass & always accepts dumb ideas and plays them out, so of course he says yes.

the first ever paranormal video they did was a livestream! it was basically just wilbur and techno exploring this old abandoned house in their neighborhood that had rumors of paranormal experiences, and trying (and failing) to find ghosts. it was mostly just them fucking around; just techno calling out and taunting the air, daring it do something, and wilbur laughing nervously and telling him to “shut the fuck up” most of the time, but then eventually he’d get roped in and then it’d just end in w/ these dumbass twins just taunting the open air. ,,,,it didn’t go successfully. they didn’t find anything worth while, and they’d thought that’d be the end of it— that’d be the last paranormal video they’d ever make, but it turned out that their viewers really liked the concept & their general dynamic—the majority of them just liked techno, but shh—so they were like; “ykw,,,,why not. turn this into a thing” & then they did.

none of them are professionals. they’re sort of just taking the paranormal places they’d hear about at face-value and going there just to,,, scream and yell at open air?? eventually they do get more ‘professional’ and actually get the correct equipment and they do end up finding actual ghosts, but at first it’s laughable. take the whole ‘ghost hunters’ thing with fucking gallons of salt

before the paranormal videos started coming out, wilbur only ever really told stories about his family to the viewers— wilbur’s fans hadn’t met the sleepy boi’s yet, so these entire series is just wilbur’s fans getting to know ‘em, basically. ,,,,techno is a fan-favorite

at first it’s just wilbur and techno doing the ghost hunting, and the fandom had gotten used to those two and their general,,, shenanigans?? but for awhile, there was this conspiracy about who was the camera guy, in their videos? there were these theory videos, circling phil’s blurry image holding the camera in mirrors that they passed by in the places they went, “#CameraManConspiracy” was trending for like,,,. so long until wilbur and techno made a whole video revealing it and just went “oh yeah btw this is phil; he’s our dad and he records the videos so we don’t like. burn the places we go to down or somethin’”. everyone on the internet lost their fucking minds . phil actually showing up in one of their videos and talking was a pretty big demand for awhile until it actually happened, and ever since then he’s been known as dadza; the man who brings the camera and the common sense. (half the time, though, he’s just egging his son’s mischief on, but shh he’s the common sense).

tommy didn’t join their little group until like way, way later? in the paranormal videos he was just spoken about by phil, techno, and wilbur? he was more just an afterthought— just mentioned like ‘oh i bet tommy would hate this’ or ‘should i bring this home and show it to tommy?’ and everyone on the internet was like; ‘who the fuck is tommy’. he was one of the family members who’s arrival was like,,, really dragged out? the sleepy boi’s kept teasing him coming on, kept saying ‘well, he’ll come on eventually, when he wants to, be patient’ and for like months he did not ever show up, and the fandom theorized that tommy wasn’t even fucking real for a decent amount of time until, finally, he showed up.

it was a Q&A video, actually, where he showed up— their first and their last. they’d gotten a question about tommy—well, they’d gotten millions, but they just answered one—and they did this whole dramatic pause, looking solemn and saying ‘yeah, you got us, tommy isn’t real —’ and then tommy immediately burst into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs, and ran at the camera. that’s where the video ended. on twitter for days there were blurry screenshots of tommy’s form and the hashtag “#HE’SREAL???” was number 3 for days. he’s been apart of their group ever since

out of all of ‘em, techno’s the one who’s constantly at the forefront of taunting the ghosts. amongst the fandom, he’s known as the one who isn’t human, because of the fact the motherfucker always does shit that would kill the regular person, but he always comes out unscathed— half of the fandom thinks he’s possessed. he’s either taunting the ghosts or pranking tommy just to scare the shit out of him—who, always falls for it, despite how much he denies it—either that or he’s just in the background making jokes— motherfucker never takes it seriously.

wilbur’s the one who tries to take it seriously, but because he’s w/ these fools it always backfires on him. he’s always the one who’s asking the ghosts questions abt their personal life or doing theories about how they could’ve died, but in the end he’s always roped into some stupid shenanigans by his brothers and then just ends up taunting the ghosts. he’s known as the fandom’s conspiracy theorist— also, no one fucking knows if he actually believes in the ghosts or not??? man just makes theories. he’s more of the common sense than fucking phil is sometimes

phil is the camera man, as he’s established, but as well as wilbur he’s the one who communicates w/ the ghosts more often, and by that i mean the motherfucker is a ghost magnet. when the activity by techno and wilbur is always stagnant, on phil’s camera’s there’s always orbs caught by him, there’s always voices heard whispering by him— the ghosts seem to like him. half the time he’s just laughing behind the camera, but also the other time he’s trying to converse w/ the ghosts; he’s the only one who actually gets ‘em to speak and he’s never phased by any of it.

tommy is the one who’s the most scared out of all of ‘em, of course. motherfucker is always yelling, regardless if there’s something going on or not. he’s the type that thinks his increase in volume hides the fact that he’s scared, and he’s always challenging the ghosts to a duel or yelling ‘IM NOT SCARED’ only to piss his pants a second later. either that, or he’s wandering off ‘cause he got bored— there’s been more scenarios than the sleepy boi’s would like where they’ve lost tommy in the places they visit to. and, he ends up scaring himself even more when he gets lost. he’s also always the target for wilbur and techno’s pranks because he’s just that easy w/ paranormal shit

tubbo is also a pretty reoccurring character in the paranormal videos, but he doesn’t ever stay. he was first introduced by tommy, of course, coming onto the video as the ‘family friend’ (which is deadass just a roundabout way of saying he’s the unofficially adopted kid), and whenever he’s on their videos he’s also one of the most scared ones, but simultaneously,,, man constantly tries to talk to the ghosts? he gets scared by a too sudden sound or gets freaked out by the ghost stories, but a second later he’s in the corner fucking talking to,,, thin air? man’s known as the cryptid of the group. he constantly makes friends w/ the ghosts but it just looks like he’s talking to himself. (,,,, perhaps.,,,, tubbo can see,,,,, a little bit more of the paranormal world than we can? but that’s just spoilers)

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stacks-and-stacks · 3 years

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Chat headcanons because I've been thinking about it & I feel like typing it up

Note: this isn't everyone, just the ones I came up with naturally

I imagine everyone has a "chat" that follows them around & only they can see/hear. What exactly each chat looks like depends on the person/ their personality.

Tubbo: Bees. I've seen people with this take before and I wholeheartedly agree

Jack Manifold: Rain clouds. Whether or not they're actually raining on him / flashing with lightning depends on what he is doing.

Captain Puffy: Little tiny sheep. They follow her around and change colors depending on their mood. Also, when it it's arson time, they burst into flames

Eret: Hearts. They float around him and shift through different colors (more often than not the colors of different pride flags)

Tommy: Ghostly silhouettes of people. I've seen art of this and I absolutely love the idea.

Technoblade: Eyes. Red & black vertical eyes that are around him like an outline (or halo). Black with a red pupil/iris normally, red with a black pupil/iris when Blood for the Blood God starts up

Fundy: Foxes. Pretty self explanatory, they follow him and nip at his heels.

Foolish: Totems of Undying. I love the mental picture of them just stiffly waddling behind him in a crowd

Philza: Similar to Tommy, silhouettes of people but more specifically children. His chat calls him Dadza too much for it to be anything else. (although I like the idea of the tts being through ravens or crows that follow him around)

Ranboo: Enderman particles. They are always floating around him, that or endermites

Quackity: Little ducklings. This one's the one I'm the most unsure of, it fits but I don't know if it truly embodies his chat.

Awesamdude: Redstone particles. He's the redstone king of the server, I couldn't not. (Also maybe a creeper follows him around sometimes, because of his mom watching occasionally)

Ponk: Ghosts. More stereotypical Halloween ghosts rather than completely humanoid ones. A very recent development but I feel like this fits with the depth of his character

Punz: Exp particles. Fits with his mercenary way of life, he's in it for the level up

Wilbur: Shadows. It took me a while to figure this one out. They're anchored to his heels and sometimes come off of his actual shadow. Usually humanoid

Niki: Words. The newest one I've figured out but it leans into her saying chat is her journal. One or two word phrases, nothing too long.

Hannah: Navi-esque fairies. They would be a red/pink and maybe leave a trail of rose petals instead of sparkles

I have additional headcanons about the chats and how they work but that's for another post. Also I'd love to hear it if anyone has ideas for the people not on this list!

Sapnap: Sparks, or small clouds of smoke. It's his brand man.

Karl: Potion effect spirals. The spirals usually continuously change color but they are automatically black in the In-Between and white in the Other Side.

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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I can’t tell if I’m the only one but have you ever thought about c!wilbur and c!dream being brothers because that hc lives rent free in my mind and I have constant brainrot over it

ooh anon, ive seen a few things w/ this concept but not nearly enough. youre right,, it’s a VERY fun hc, and plays a lot into the way these two negatively affect each other and the way their arcs mirror each other in the smp ,, many thoughts.

here’s a quick fic, ft. resident dadza suffering w/ two (2) complete disaster children that need. so much therapy.

tw: implied prison abuse, toxic relationship, self-destructiveness, mental illness, trauma

“What are you doing?”

If Phil were more enamoured with narratives, with irony and parallels and metaphors the way his eldest has always been, he’s sure he would feel some sort of amusement at the words. This image is hauntingly similar, even to his jaded eyes, the walls painted with the same sort of iron and ash desperation, the same sorrow clinging to the walls like an oily film, dark and thick and cloying.

He sighs, adjusts his cloak; he’s been around for far too long to find any meaning in suffering, any beauty in pain. There aren’t any narratives, any stories, just the same bubbling well of hurt that only seems to know how to grow. Pain is just pain - vicious, ugly, awful - and he knows it all too well.

“Phil!” Wil speaks first, as he always does. Dream follows him, as he always does. “You’ve come!”

Perhaps he should’ve known, as the Angel of Death, that nothing but destruction could follow his sandaled footsteps, that his children would bear the same burden, that the gunpowder that had long settled into his own skin would not be able to leave theirs. Phil sighs, adjusts his wings, looks up at his sons.

They look terrible, honestly; Wilbur’s eyes are wide and white, hands twitching at his side, hair fluffed up like he’s not had the time to brush it into submission. His jacket is tattered at the edges, still smudged with soot from the first time they had this song and dance, and there’s a manic edge to his smile that sends a wave of prickling unease down Phil’s spine.

Somehow, Dream looks worse; his eyes, which had always been bright and green and brimming with life, look grey and dull, shadowed by the helmet fixed firmly around his head. The shadows under his eyes look like bruises from a distance, only further highlighted by the unnatural paleness of his skin, and his armor seems to dwarf the body inside it. One of his hands holds tightly onto Wil’s sleeve, knuckles white from the strain, like it’s the only thing keeping him standing. In all honesty, it might be.

“Wil,” he says, that same bone-deep grief and fatigue settling onto his shoulders as he looks up to meet his eldest’s eyes, then lets his gaze slide over to the face of his youngest- “Dream.”

“We were expecting you,” Wilbur continues, Dream’s face still eerily blank, eerily silent. He’s always been the one to ramble, to spill his feelings and thoughts often against his (and his brother’s) wishes - Phil can’t remember seeing him silent, until now. Wilbur laughs, grating.

“Right- Phil, you haven’t seen him since the prison, have you?” Dream flinches, Wilbur smiles wider, and Phil feels the feathers on his back stand on end - danger, danger, danger. “What was it? Pandora’s Vault? Interesting place, don’t you think?”

Dream looks up at him, eyes dull, and for a moment the grief knocks Phils ribcage in, leaves a hollow hole in his chest that leaves him struggling for breath; a ghost of a father that he can no longer be beats at the inside of his skull, screams what did they do to you, what did they do to my children - and he swallows around it, closing his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I think you already know, Dad,” Wilbur’s voice goes low, poisonous, lips pulling tight at the corners, making him look far older than he actually is. “Or do we have to explain this, again?”

No, Phil thinks, watching the way Wil’s shoulders rise to his ears, the near-feral glint to his eyes, the familiar determined set to Dream’s jaw on a face too gaunt to belong to him. The swirling, acrid storm of self-destruction is all-too-familiar, is the chaos that Dream had always loved combined with the legacy Wil had always craved thrown together and dialed up to eleven - even now, they are his sons through and through, his sons with new scars and new shadows and choking on the smoke of the fires they burnt using their own love as fuel. You do not.

“Come home,” he breathes, his words lost to the shadows almost as quickly as they leave his lips. Dream blinks at him, cheeks hollow, eyes hollow, and Wilbur laughs like it’s the funniest joke in the world.

“Goodnight, Phil,” Wilbur salutes, mockingly, as Dream presses the button. “It was never meant to be.”

#tw abuse #tw toxic relationship #tw self destruction #tw mental illness #tw trauma #queue <3 #this hc is fun #might have to write more of it in the future :P #my writing :D #my asks !!

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enderwoah · 3 years

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so yes voices being canon is super pog but what if i did that for more people. idea that maybe the voices are just from the people that died in the server beforedream used it as the dream smp. as in, servers are a limited resource and once some world-ending event happens (or you drop below a certain amount of players), the server is wiped for someone else to use.

they are basically ghosts but living (and active) players can’t see them. different ghost than wilbur. they are there for the entertainment and nothing else.

techno: mostly consisted of followers of past blood gods, his chat is basically a stadium. they hear one person yell something out, then more people chant it, then they all start chanting it and frankly, it gets overwhelming sometimes. they never seem to give speifics when they tell techno things, just names and yeses or nos, phrases that are easy to say. on important days when adrenaline runs high, there are so many more that find him, and so many more that watch the chaos, and so much more chanting. but, once in a while, something will cut through the noise and allow him to rest, even for just a few moments -- the sound of steady counting.

tommy: his voices are just as bad as techno’s, and they’ve been growing. they tend to stay in line, and they laugh a lot and usually listens when he tries to keep them from acting up, but when he’s stressed the different things they talk about scratch and pull at his brain as he tries to focus on one thing -- and if he ever makes the mistake of pointing it out, the intense focus on the one thing is enough to knock him off of his feet. because it’s just thousands upon thousands of different voices screaming their ideas and suggestions and opinions at him -- at least techno’s chat is usually unanimous in their endeavors.

tubbo: the worst out of all of them. you’ll see the kid with bags under his eyes based on how rutheless and wild his chat can be. it’s chaos -- it’s like trying to listen to thousands of different conversations overlapping each other because that’s exactly what it is, and it’s enough to split someone’s brain in two. but the difference between tubbo’s chat and everyone else’s is that he doesn’t let them affect him. he rarely listens to them. he does what he wants.

wilbur: he’s found a way to filter out most of the noise, and his chat is rarely ever chaotic. instead of him being affected by them, they are often affected by him. his powers of speech are enoguh to wrangle in most of his chat to agree with basically everything he ever does. (when wilbur snapped, the voices went quiet and only came back towards the end, and they all wanted him to do it, push the button, do it, we’re bored.) as ghostbur, the voices are mostly gone -- no point in mingling with him when he’s never doing anything interesting.

philza: his chat is sad, for the most part. they are loud, and they come from orher people when their hearts are heavy and in need of comfort. he speaks to them regularly abd was appalled when he found out that most of his chat were children with the most tragic of backstories. after a long while of him always talking to and comforting them, and upon the voices finding out that he had three (and a half) sons, they gave him a nickname: dadza.

ranboo: easily the calmest out of all of them but also the weirdest -- ranboo’s chat knows almost nothing about him. though many of the other people they have been told stories or tales about, he appeared out of nowhere, with no connections to anyone but tubbo and phil, who say nothing about how they knew him. because of his air of mystery, he gained quite the following of people wishing to feed their curiosity. this leads to some...ouder voices asking him to do some ridiculous things for ‘backstory’ and ‘content.’ these voices are mostly teens, and they all love seeing him interact with the cool people. they’ve basically adoped him, but he has a habit of ignoring their advice.

idk i got these off the top of my head add more if you wanna!

#you can tell who my favorite is based on how long and elaborate it is LMAO #ranboo #ranboolive #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #philza #philza minecraft #dream smp #dream smp headcanon #i love how i did sleepy bois inc and then #one of these things is not like the other #look i stan ranboo i love him and i couldn't just #NOT write about him??#is that a thing?? not writing about ranboo when i have the opportunity?#idk sounds fake

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somuch-4-stardust · 3 years

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FIRST TECHNO CANON DEATH CANON DEATH FIRST CANON DEATH FOR TECH

#tw caps #ro liveblogs the blade #snow gets gender envy for wilbur again #ghost watches dadza #eret watches the child

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lostfieldranboo · 3 years

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(inspired by “i name everything. i named tommy-” said by ghostbur here)

“I name everything,” his brother’s ghost is saying. “I named Tommy-”

If Ghostbur says anything past that, Tommy can’t hear it. He’s too focused on what’s already been said.

It had been so long since they’d ever been kids, running through the woods together with Phil watching from the doorway. (Technically, Tommy’s still a kid, but he’s seen and done so much in the past five months that he might as well not be anymore.) Back in the old days, when ten-year-old Wilbur had found a kid hiding in the hollow of a tree, shivering and alone. Back when he’d made the choice to bring the kid back home, like Phil had once done for Wilbur.

They’d sat him down by the fire, wrapped him in a blanket, handed him a mug of hot chocolate that he wrapped his hands around eagerly, savoring the warmth.

Phil had quietly asked the kid what his name was, and he hadn’t had an answer to give.

None of them could ever remember who had come up with Tommy, when they used to tell the story late at night. Now, Ghostbur, known for his lack of clear memory, could casually mention it like it was nothing.

(It must have been a happy memory. It must have been such a happy memory that it lingered when half of L’manberg was lost.)

Wilbur, the brother who gave Tommy his name, was dead now.

(He’d died a long time before his body had.)

Will was dead. Phil had killed him.

(After it had happened, Philza had said Wilbur had asked him to do it. Begged him, even. Tommy refuses to think about why.)

And his only other living family member… well.

(Techno had loved Greek myths, even back then. Tommy wished he could forget the fact that his older brother had suggested Theseus long before L’manberg was even an idea.)

But those days were long gone now, weren’t they? One dead, one a traitor, one exiled. Phil - Dadza - had only visited Tommy once during his entire exile, and it was…. right now.

Supposed to be decorating for the party, right. Not thinking about long-gone days that would never come back.

(Days where he had a family.)

Tommy places the real head onto the wooden body of the girlfriend he’d been building just to have someone to talk to and heads back to the other four people on the beach, the most he’d seen at once in weeks.

He had a party to prep for.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ghostbur #technoblade #philza #sleepy bois inc #hello may i present: sbi content #mcyt #i feel like i should have a fanfic tag #jay talks

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nerdycolorcupcake · 2 years

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Alright, now my highlights from Tommy's lore... Oh boi that's a lot to unpack...

Once again SPOILER WARNING if you haven't seen it

1- I don't think i need to say how fucking anxious Tommy was after knowing Dream escaped, he was so desperate to get his things and protect himself, he ended up returning to Logsteshire in a attempt to grab his things... The Exile place that tormented him for so long... Sadly he wasn't alone

2- Dream was waiting for him, he got the axe of peace and all his stuff and boy how much i wanted to punch the green homeless bastard, he went all the way in toying with Tommy and threatening to kill and revive him again and again, like the fucking psycho he was, and Tommy was so desperate to get away from him that he ran and ran and cried and shouted in fear, god it was fucking awful to watch it unfold, i was mentally praying for him to not die;

3- And then the blooper happened and they both broke character for a moment like two bros just chilling lol, like 'oopsie sorry guys, lets get back to drama after this blooper, it def will go to the bloopers reel haha'';

4- And Tommy ran, and shouted until he reached Techno's place with Dream's fucking hunting him down and when Tommy found Phil, man...

It was like a son running from a monster and desperately seeking help from his father...

And Phil accepted him, he protected him and the fucking coward Dream were nowhere to be seen;

5- I legit loved that Phil and Tommy had the talk abt everything, abt why Lmanburg was blown away, abt why Phil helped Dream out, Tommy finally addressing how much Dream fucked him up and Phil believed in him and showed him he could trust him and swore to get back at Dream for hurting him just after being let out, i felt so happy that Tommy was safe, at least for today, dadza still dadza until the end;

6- Ranboo returned but... Not as himself, he became Ghostboo, a very happy and careless ghost much similar to characters we used to know... and managed to tell them he was killed by Sam, and that was his last life... And that he saw Ghostbur too but he was crying... Also when he got happy with the Allium Tommy gave him... Bruh i was crushed, but Allium duo still wins, right?...;

7- And now addressing the elephant in the room... Sam being glad that Tommy was still alive and then helping him gather resources to build the wall... I still don't forgive Sam for killing Ranboo, he is gonna take a long path for me to actually care abt him again, however, i'm tolerant of him FOR NOW, as long as he keeps helping Tommy, (also he made him promise to not look up for Dream, and Tommy crossed his fingers... This is def not gonna end well) ;

8- But Quackity's bit with Tommy, i was crying tears of joy, these two went through so fucking much, i was so glad they could still be on good terms and even became a new duo, the Ladder duo (my dream of tnt duo family is getting quite closer to fruition and it makes me happy), and promised to look up for one another. Quackity's still grieving for the loss of slime, but as soon as he heard that Tommy was suffering with Dream today, he swore he'd protect Tommy from him, and god that felt so great to see it, he is slowly moving through the redemption path and I'm so happy for Big Q progress;

9- Tommy feels safe when he's with walls similar to the one's on Lmanberg... God, it hurts to know Wilbur is still so far away for Tommy to reach him again, but who knows, maybe someday when WILBUR REALIZE DREAM IS NOT A FUCKING HERO YOU DUMB FUCK HE IS HURTING YOUR BROTHER AND THE GUY YOU WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU PIECE OF SHIT- ahem, pardon me, tnt duo family, tnt duo family, ok I'm good-

10- Well, no bedrock bros today, and maybe not so soon, I'm not sure if Tommy is mad at Techno for letting Dream out, but i feel they're hesitant to meet them yet. He may trust Phil, but I'm certain he need to get his shit done before attempt to make amends with Techno, plus protecting himself from Dream is his top priority at the moment;

11- Also he did build walls and then chilled at the bench with Phil, Ghostboo and Eryn, it was nice, and felt peaceful, they better enjoy it while they can...

Anyways, that's all for now

#bunbunscreams #dream smp spoilers #dream smp #dream smp roleplay #c!tommyinit

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we-vibe-at-dawn · 3 years

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Dream smp Knitting AU,

In which c!Philza knits many of the items in the dream SMP.

Hundreds of years ago, a young man learned he would never age. His skin would be clear and his smile would be bright as his friends and family rotted away. Could c!philza watch them die? He didn’t want to know. And so, he picked up his needles and made them something to remember him by, for when his mysterious disappearance would leave them lost.

C!philza travels across empty and sprawling cities, across vast oceans and lively forests. And he marries Death Herself, who is quite delighted at her new black gloves, less so when he tells her of his departure.

When he befriends a flock of crows, they want to show him the sunrise from above. C!philza works day and night to knit a pair of wings, to accompany his new friends . His flock gives him his new title, “crow father” in gratitude.

He has a son, and gives him a soft yellow turtleneck when he proclaims his desire to leave home. When he finally comes to see what c!Wilbur has been doing, the Angel Of Death buries his son with his new pair of red gloves.

When a strange blue ghost comes about, Dadza gets to work. When the train comes and the ghost leaves, Ghostbur’s only consolation is a soft blue scarf, to remind him of the busy cracking of needles.

When his birthday comes around, c!Techno is gifted a pair of bracers by c!philza. At the prison, he boasts about his new finely crafted bracers, even when they’re locked in the ender chest.

Hope y’all enjoyed :D

#philza #AU #alternate universe #dsmp #dream smp #c!philza #the crowfather #Wilbur #technoblade #c!wilbur #feel free to add on ^^#one shot #ig???????#I’m new to this ;-;

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crystalirises · 3 years

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Even Gods Bleed

Hello! So this is a prompt given to me by chaoticbandito in ao3 and I have their permission to post it on Tumblr :)

Also, slight explanation Quackity still has some beef with Techno here but Fundy is not part of the Butcher Gang and instead lives with the SBI (why? Because I said so.).

Tommy is rescued from exile instead because Phil can be a good dad in this prompt XD. Lastly, the differently formatted one lines (bold or italics) are meant to be the voices.

Did I forget Ranboo? No. He's sleeping, I swear!

Yes, I forgot about Ranboo because I am a fool ;-;

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Techno let out a tired breath of air, glancing down at his younger brother who was busy tending to their sheep companion. Ghostbur glanced over at him, a toothy grin on his face as he gave Techno a little wave. A trail of blood was left in their wake as they stumbled towards the cabin they're entire family lived in. Techno wondered when Quackity would finally realize that attacking him was fruitless… and to think the duck hybrid had tried to drag Ghostbur into it. Techno growled under his breath, wishing that Quackity would just get the message and leave them all alone.

"Are you sure Quackity will be alright? I think you killed him with too much force this time." Techno grunted at the question, slightly irritated that Ghostbur had completely forgotten what had just occurred a moment prior. He casted his blood red eyes at his transparent younger brother, feeling all sense of annoyance disappear as he looked into those warm brown eyes. Ghostbur needed to forget, best not let him remember Quackity threatening to kill Friend in front of them. Techno would give up a life if it meant Ghostbur could never remember his trauma. "Friend says thank you, by the way. I don't know what for but I'm so glad you two are getting along. You and Sally used to fight a lot when she…"

Ghostbur stuttered to a pause, an eerie silence following, only interrupted by the occasional loud gust of wind. A blizzard was in the air, he could sense it. Techno simply sighed, knowing what came next. "Oh. Hi, Techno!"

"Hello, Ghostbur." Techno winced, gritting his teeth as though speaking took too much of an effort. He shrugged it off, too focused on getting his younger brother home before any other nuisance decided to show their face. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, the harsh chill of snow biting at the tips of his ears as he took in another deep breath. He'd never thought he'd hate the cold as much as he did right then. "We're headed home."

"Oh? Where did we go before?" Ghostbur's airy voice barely registered, his mind stuttering to a stop as he strained to remember what his brother just said. Ghostbur floated into his view, his eyebrows drawn together. "Techno?"

'Uh oh…'

'Do we tell him?'

'Duck's fault'

'TechnoPain'

'awwww concerned Ghostbur…'

'snow is cold'

'DO WE TELL HIM???'

'no, you nerd'

'Blood…'

'let him find out—'

"Techno?" The voices ceased their chatter, their whispers disappearing into the back of his mind as he simply gave Ghostbur a small nod. Ghostbur placed a hand on his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he searched for something. Techno patted the ghost's hand before trekking back towards the cabin. The sooner they get home, the sooner Techno could retire to sleep. Although why he felt the need to sleep was beyond him. After a few minutes, the pair stopped a few paces near the entrance. Ghostbur still hovered behind him, gaze strangely fixated on Techno's side. Techno gave him a short glance before reaching out towards the nearly frozen doorknob. Darkness had begun to seep into their surroundings, the brutal tundra air beating at his exposed skin. Techno shivered, clutching his blue coat with his free hand. "Techno, why didn't you—"

He threw the door open, cutting off the ghost's sentence as he stumbled his way into their warm home. He waited as Ghostbur and Friend made their way inside, closing the door with a soft thump behind them. Techno didn't stay behind to listen to whatever it was Ghostbur had wanted to say. Quickly draping his coat on the coat hanger, Techno walked deeper into the cabin, intent on making his way to bed. He wanted to sleep. His body ached for it.

"Hold on a second, mate." A familiar chuckle reached his ears as a pair of injured white wings blocked his path. Phil emerged from one of the rooms, a soft smile on his face. "Dinner should be ready soon, would you like—"

'potato soup again?'

'hmmmm no dinner tonight…'

'this should be fun'

'oh whoops'

'potatoes have ruined our lives'

'Phil'

'Tell Phil'

'Philza'

'Dadza'

'DADZA—'

Phil was not a man who was scared easily, having spent nearly half of his waking days nursing his one remaining life. No, he was not a faint hearted man. Once, he was a king. An angel whose very presence struck fear into all those who heard the flap of his wings. He was Philza Minecraft, after all. Yet, as he watched his eldest son topple to the ground, his breathe stuttered to a stop. He stood there frozen for a moment, heart beating madly in his chest until he finally found it in himself to move. He crouched down beside Techno, his hands hovering above his son's all too still form. A metallic scent reached his nose, his eyes flickering about until he saw crimson seeping out of Techno's side. He heard the crack of feathers, his wings morphing into sharp steel at the thought of anyone daring to even hurt one of his sons. Phil tried to keep himself calm, revenge could wait. He had a son to take care of, "Fundy! Tommy! I require a bit of assistance here, please!"

He hears the rush of footsteps from above as he tried to press his shaking hands against the wound. Ghostbur floated into view, his pale ghostly face turning nearly transparent as he took in his brother's unmoving form. Phil wished he could comfort his son but he couldn't, not when he himself was too busy trying to bite down the panic and rage that threatened to spill from his chest. How dare… how dare they try to take away another one of his sons? Phil bit down the bottom of his lip, forcing his mind to concentrate on Techno. His poor son who looked too peaceful, felt too cold to the touch. Phil was going to rip into whoever had the fucking gall to come to their territory and attack one of his sons. He gritted his teeth, nearly cracking them as he tried to quell his fury and horror.

'Killza…'

His blood was wet with blood, reminding him of a time where he had been in this situation, where had to watch one of his sons die by his blade. Phil held back his sorrow. Techno wasn't going to die. Phil won't be losing another son anytime soon. It was a deep cut on the side, but Techno will survive it. He will survive it. Techno wasn't going to lose one of his lives like this. Not if Phil had anything to say about it.

Tommy and Fundy finally reached him, their faces stricken with surprise as they saw the limp form of Technoblade. Phil bit back his dry chuckle. Of course they were surprised, no one had ever seen Techno so vulnerable before, but Phil had… once. They quickly snapped out of it, reaching out to help Phil as they all made their way towards Techno's room. They struggled to place the pig hybrid onto the bed, but after a while, they finally did it.

"Tommy, can you get me some bandages and a healing potion." Phil's voice was but a whisper, yet he heard Tommy leave the room anyway. Phil placed a hand on top of Techno's head, petting his son's soft pink hair.

"He'll be okay, right? He isn't…"

"He'll be fine, Fundy."

"... Technoblade never dies…?"

"That's right." Phil smiled at his grandson's words, that old phrase bringing a bit of comfort to him as he glanced over at Fundy. He placed a hand over Techno's, his fingers cold to the touch. Fundy didn't need to wait before grabbing the folded blanket, placing it over Techno to keep him warm as they waited for Tommy to come back. Fundy twitched, picking at the sleeve of his shirt, his gaze never leaving his uncle's form. Phil knew how sensitive Fundy could be at the sight of… probable death. "Thank you. You should probably go check on Ghostbur, I'll handle it from here."

Fundy gave him a small nod before rushing out of the room, nearly bumping into Tommy who had brought more bandages and healing potions than necessary. The blonde tried to mask his fear, but Phil knew his sons, knew their small gestures and what they meant. Tommy's bright blue eyes were blown wide open, his fingers twitching as he made his way to Phil's side. Phil gently took everything from his son's hands, holding onto one of the healing potions as reached out towards Techno. As he slowly helped Techno drink the potion, he could hear Tommy pacing behind him, his sneakers scuffing against the wooden floor. "I'm going to kill the son of a bitch who did this. Ohhhh, when I get my fucking hands on them— I mean, h-how dare they come in here and hurt Techno? What fucking—"

"Tommy, I'm going to need you to calm down. We'll talk to Techno in the morning and strategize, but for now you can help Fundy with Ghostbur." Phil slowly sat back down, empty bottle in hand as he turned to face his youngest son. Tommy looked like he wanted to argue, his hands curled into fists as he glared at the wall. If there wasn't an impending blizzard, he had no doubt Tommy would be rushing to fight whoever had done this. "Tommy, please."

"Is Techie going to be okay?" Tommy turned to him, the shine of tears in his eyes as he rubbed a hand at his mouth. His poor son… they'd recently just saved him from exile. "He's going to be okay, right dad? He's Technoblade!"

"He'll be fine, Tommy."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now, go ahead. I'll stay here."

Tommy hesitated for a minute, his brows creasing together before he finally stomped off into the hallway, screaming profanity at an invisible enemy. Phil shook his head, taking one of the bandages as he focused his entire attention to Techno. The wound was beginning to heal, the potion's effects fixing the damage done against his son. A scar would remain but he knew Techno wouldn't mind it, scars already littered most of the piglin hybrid's skin, what was one more to him? Phil began to dress the wound, knowing that Techno would still feel sore tomorrow regardless of the potion. He nearly cursed as he dropped the bandage, his hands still shaking from the sudden scare he had just gotten.

New L'Manburg was dangerous, far too risky and too paranoid than any nation he's visited. To come to their home under the pretense of hurting one of their own was an unofficial declaration of war. Phil reached for another roll of bandages, wrapping up the wound the best way he knew how. A part of him thought of how he shouldn't be so well-practiced in dressing wounds, thoughts of the times where he's had to help his own sons flashing through his head. Though he knew quite well that at least two of his son's were grown adults, he couldn't stop the undeniable guilt of knowing that they'd been exposed so badly to the cruelties of the world. He'd lost one son to death, and yet it felt as though he'd lost all three.

Techno was plagued by voices.

Wilbur was dead . His poor son is gone .

Tommy was haunted by his exile.

Phil laid his head against the mattress, a hand still holding on to Techno's. He was going to keep his family safe. He'd let them heal here… in their cabin. Phil wasn't going to let them break. Never again. He was here, and he'll die before anyone dared try to hurt them.

He stayed and fell asleep by Techno's side, his hand's hold never wavering even as he woke the next day. As he glanced up, a pair of warm, blood red eyes greeted him. A smile found its way to Phil's lips.

"Good morning, Techno."

"Good morning, dad."

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;-; I've never even written Phil or Techno ;-;

#Technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #fundy #angst #maybe idk #rip I've never written for Techno ;-;#mcyt

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