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astraymetronome · 6 months

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I finished the first chapter the night before this was posted. I'm busy all day today so I can't really take time to post it so I opted to schedule it the night before.

This is a gift for @cyncerity and I do plan to write a few more chapters. It's my own play on their trapped Wilbur au so I hope you enjoy it. I'm calling this Of Starlings and Confines but the tag will just be #Starling AU since it's a little bit of a long title.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Also if anyone wants @'d when new chapters come out. Repost it so I know.

The soft cardigan that draped over his shoulders was enough to tell Tommy he was safe. He had barely managed to make this from Friend’s wool before everything went to hell. It was going to go lay it on the grave he’d made for the ghost but he couldn’t bring himself to do away with it. After all, he didn’t have a chance to see him. Wilbur and Niki had taken the sheep before he even found the sheep’s reborn body.

On top of this the cape techno had left with him had been turned into a cover for his wings. The avian hybrid knew full well that, if given the chance, Dream would try to cut them off in a heartbeat. He brushed his blond from his eyes, narrowly missing the scar that adorned his forehead. His tail swished as he quietly fettled with his khakis and ruined green bandana that was tied around a belt loop.

The 16-year-old knew he shouldn’t be doing this, let alone when Dream was on the loose, but he had to check on Boo and Tubbo. They may not be on the best terms as of right now but he had to know they were safe from that fucker’s greed. He wasn’t going to let anyone else get hurt from the stupid obsession. The dreamon wasn’t going to be allowed to do any more harm to any of them. He stepped from his dirt shack, running his hands through his messy curls before he let his wings spread. The wind blew through each feather, allowing his instincts to sing at the long-abandoned desire for 5 years. He hadn’t brought himself to return to the sky despite how much Philza had begged him.

Flying had sadly become a trigger for his PTSD. He hated it considering flying was once a desired release. Dream had taken it from him by clipping his flight feathers and threatening to remove his wings altogether if he attempted to fly once they grew back. It was an endless cycle of having them retired before he even got to use new flight feathers. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he could still fly after all this time.

Ignoring his inner dialogue, the blonde let his wings beat almost to the rhythm of a heart before he fluttered into the air. It wasn’t graceful like his dad had once described his flight pattern and instinct, but the sensation of wind and the air brushing under and over feathers was peaceful. He could feel the cape over his shoulders getting in the way of his wings despite being decently pinned. He felt glad he’d done that so at least instead of trapping air or interrupting his flight they instead rested in between his shoulder blades and fell, following the space, past his scapulars.

Each stroke of his pinions brought him closer to his destination and the duo’s home. He knew the husbands would probably be against seeing him, considering Boo didn’t act anything like Ranboo did. Tubbo refused to let him around them since he didn’t want his platonic lover's ghost to disappear. Tommy just needed to make sure they were safe and warn them about the risk Dream opposed to them getting back at him.

No matter how mad he get at that smiling blob of a fucking person he refused to take it out on anyone but him or not at all. Puffy’s therapy had taught him enough to grow healthy coping mechanisms but.. Well of course this had to ruin his weekly visits upon escaping since Puffy couldn’t handle having her son released. The ewe had mixed feelings after he caused Techno to be dragged into Pogtoupia’s beef which led to her youngest child’s death.

Tommy hated going into the rabbit hole of his own thoughts but at least it distracted him from the fear bubbling in his stomach. The nagging fear that bubbled in his abdomen, flooded forward and gave a sensation of nausea that shot through every fiber of his being. He did his best to hide it deep down just like he did with most things. This wasn’t something he could hope or wish away like some of his feelings.

As he got closer, the distant sounds of shouting and seemingly an argument reached his space. Being this high in the air he really shouldn’t be able to hear it but, if they were this loud, something had to be wrong. He broke into a hover, letting his wings slow down into a glide as he made his way down to them. It was hard to get down quickly without just dropping his weight so this was the next best option.

Once his sneakers reached the brush, grass and moss being crushed under his weight, the teen stepped forward. It was rather refreshing to hear Toby even if he wasn’t in a good mood. The ghostly echo that seemed to speak in response wasn’t very surprising considering the connection Boo had still attached to his spouse. Nothing could kill the bond they both had, Tommy wished he could have experienced the same thing even after exile.

“We can’t just let that bastard have our son! Goddamnit Ranboo!” His goat friend yelled out, Tommy could see how Boo kept stepping in front of Tubbo as he yelled towards if not behind the ghost. He sighed moving forward and into view of the couple. He wasn’t surprised as the fellow hybrid looked over the enderman’s shoulder and towards him. The half-blind teen simply glared in his direction before the insatiable happened.

“Tommy! The homeless Teletubby stole Michael!” Tommy could feel his blood run cold at this. He’d been too late to stop that fuckers actions and the choice to take it out on others who no longer had a part in this. He felt a snarl press against his lips and cross his face as he turned.

“Which way did he go.” He found himself mumbling.

“There is no-” Boo began but Tommy refused to let him finish.

“Where the fuck did he take your son!” The blonde shouted, watching as Tubbo’s eyes lit up for a moment, only a moment, as his hand pointed towards the east. Tommy didn’t even take a second to consider his options before he let his wings open and brought himself up above the trees, propelling himself in that direction. No matter how long the two of them planned to hate or dislike him, he refused to let Michael be a victim.

He knew Boo would be mad but he didn’t care. Tommy needed to keep Michael safe when Ranboo would be eager to see him if, no, once he was back from the afterlife. He was quick to rush, his dark wings weren’t well adjusted for hiding in the dark unlike his brother’s. Wilbur’s wings had white slats that had some dark brown or black shading. He thought they were beautiful in comparison to his black primaries and bright red flight feathers. His own wingspan of 7 feet seemed to dwarf his size but it really wasn’t. In comparison to his body, when spread out, they looked proper and reminded him of Phil’s crow-based wings. He wasn’t actually aware of the bird his were based on. He knew the immortal knew but he’d never really gotten to bring it up.

He watched the ground, much like a hawk searching for a rabbit or something along those lines. Unlike a hawk, he was well aware of what he needed to find, not a victim to instincts and a need for food, unlike the well-known predator. Tommy refused to let himself be swallowed up by stupid nature, he wasn’t going to lose himself to it.

He was unaware of how long it took for him to take notice of pink and white. Without another hesitation he dropped, landing roughly and accidentally causing the small child to scare. The moment the three-year-old’s white eyes landed on his form, the small snort that left him as crying started caused his heart to lurch in panic. He couldn’t believe Dream would consider harming this angel.

“Hey, Big Mike.” Tommy whispered as his arms wrapped around the child’s body, his wings moving to hug him as well. He refused to let him go as the pigling squirmed to be held higher. He tucked the child on his hip, listening as he muttered something in enderspeak. He wasn’t proficient in the language, unable to learn more after Ranboo’s passing.

“Scared. Taken. Green. Blob.” It honestly made no sense to him but he knew what Micheal meant by the green blob. He could feel a growl forming in his throat as he carefully juggled the toddler's body. His hands held him protectively as he moved the cape, uncliping it as he used it to slightly swaddle him. He knew the small boar would like the texture considering he remembered how Techno used to wrap him in one of his own capes.

Tommy heard something, his slightly pointed ears swiveling as he glanced around. His grip grew more possessive and protective as he looked for the cause. He had this sneaking feeling it was going to be who he thought it was. Dream had no reason to back up or leave. The avian had no armor or weapons on him and he was sure that he would at least need to survive long enough to get Micheal to Tubbo.

He shook as he glared before his sharp eyes took notice of the small white form on the floor. He wasn’t used to seeing Dream’s blob form. He knew the dreamon was well versed in transformation magic but… this was different. The asshole never entered this form unless he was around George or Sapnap. Tommy lifted him up, with some hesitancy, before hastily dropping him into his pocket and making his way towards the small piglin’s home. He had to get him home before he could take care of this.

His interest was peaked and, if Tommy was honest, having a chance to take the dreamon back to prison for once and for all, was too important to give up.

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therealwaffleking · 8 months

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#bedrock bros #baby tommy #hes just a little guy #hybrid Tommy #piglin technoblade #technoblade #fanart for fanfic

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nomsfaultau · 3 months

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Hybrid AU in exile arc where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking.

During exile week, Tommy’s abuser takes advantage of the fact, acting nice and doing traditional avian parental behaviors like cooing or wing grooming. They’re way too intimate and make Tommy uncomfortable but as time goes on and he’s starving for affection (and doesn’t want to get punished) Tommy doesn’t resist like he used to. It’s relaxing, or is until the fingers combing through his feathers stop and he remembers to shudder.

During one grooming session, his abuser asks to keep some of his feathers to wear. In avian culture that’s a very intimate familial practice, a mixture between a claim to signify a close bond as well as a promise to carry the person as safely as their own two wings. Tommy’s gut rolls at the thought of his abuser wearing his feathers, and he can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread. But he’s learned not to say no by then, and tries not to flinch as his long pretty primaries are cut.

An impulsive little stab of happiness shoots through his chest every time he sees his feathers fanning out of his abuser’s mask. He automatically feels a little safer when he sees the feathers, which the rest of Tommy is kind of freaked about. He’s starting to lose his grip on what’s him and what’s his instincts, even if his abuser keeps assuring him to trust his gut since listening to his stupid ideas is what got him in this mess in the first place. The negging is still happening of course, Tommy being weak and too fragile and useless to be able to fly. A chick like him isn’t safe on his own. Tommy doesn’t leave because something inside him is terrified of abandoning the ‘nest’ even though his real home is in L’Manburg.

After putting his stuff in a pit, Tommy accidentally stands too close. The blast catches him. Not the first time, one caught him a day or two ago and he rounded upon his abuser, cursing him out rather stupidly. But now Tommy drops to the ground, feathers fluffed up and pupils dilated as he freezes on the spot. The only movement he can manage is to reach for the man who hurt him in the first place. His distressed chirping noises are only capable of ceasing once he’s in his abuser’s arms. Or rather, his guardian’s embrace. Afterward, Tommy follows him everywhere, until he’s scolded at the nether portal, forced to wait until he comes back. It’s hours before Tommy realizes what he’s doing. The separation is agonizing.

He’s finally imprinted. Took the brat long enough. But Tommy is finally, finally in the palm of his hand, instincts ensnared in a chokehold.

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#Yeah I’m not saying his name anyway #c!tommy #dsmp #dsmp fic #exile arc #exile week #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #tw child abuse #child abuse #Ctommy #hybrid au #cdream #dream neg #tw manipulation #something to nom on

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supine-ly · 10 months

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clingy duo doodle

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elementic-symphony · 11 months

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My four fav bois. Fly high Techno.

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onlyreadz · 1 year

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SWEET TOOTH SPOILERS!!!!

Hear me out, Gus definitely found a bee hive while he was living in Yellow Stone and upon realizing that honey was inside just grabbed it out of the tree. Poor Gus is running throigh the woods getting chased by the bees inside thoroughly traumatized into never eating honey again.

Skip forward to when he brings everyone from the zoo back to the cabin and the first thing he does is very firmly tell them to stay as far away from the hives no matter how much honey is inside.

#sweet tooth #sweet tooth gus #tommy jepperd #sweet tooth netflix #hybrid #dystopian #big man #platonic #headcanon #fluff #Sweet Tooth WB

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localsharkcryptid · 2 months

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Ouroboros Posting again at last!!!

My artstyle has changed a bit so I've leaned back into my semirealism but either way new and updated sketch shots for Ouro!SBI

Soot - Wilbur | Thatcher - Tommy | Rook - Phil | Entelodont - Technoblade (All based on the CHARACTERS from the DSMP as Ouroboros is a DSMP au)

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 10 months

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Tommy / sniffer

did this one also

#I have no idea how I’d go about doing a hybrid so have this #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #c!tommy #c!tommy fanart #c!tommyinnit #minecraft sniffer #10pieceart

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kitteqq · 1 year

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happy trans day of visibility!!! can u see them

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hiraethminds · 2 years

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#c!tommy #dsmp #tommyinnit fanart #dream smp #hesa unicorn hybrid because he’s a ⭐️#i've also started this whole thing with exile arc tommy having jackalope themed gear

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stemms · 4 months

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Hybrids AU c!Tommy stimboard made for kin reasons :)

🪶 | ❤️‍🩹 | 🪶

❤️‍🩹 | :( | ❤️‍🩹

🪶 | ❤️‍🩹 | 🪶

#my stimboards #stimboard #dream smp #dsmp #hybrids au #c!tommy #eternal entanglement :)

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nomsfaultau · 2 months

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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Tommy is sick of being sat upon by some nut job he barely knows. It’s been days trapped under a Philza who doesn’t really register human words and mostly just coos whenever Tommy tries to cuss him out. Techno says it’s ‘cause Philza thinks he’s been hurt and needs to be protected, which like, yeah, fine sure, but not by Philza. Tommy already has a guardian. His abuser has to be insanely worried about him, especially after Philza assaulted him for no reason. But every time Tommy tries to escape he’s just dragged back and everything gets worse.

At least that part is familiar.

He’s forced to stay in that nest for days, and Tommy has never handled being cooped up well. Some part of him likes the weight of a parent roosting over him and the feeling of gentle hands combing through his wings and hair, but the overwhelming majority of his instincts just wants his abuser back. Techno is of absolutely no help, mostly since Philza keeps trying to murder him. But he sits in the corner and is open to chat, or read a book aloud to him to stave off some of the boredom. Best advice Techno has is that Philza will be normal again if he thinks his chick is safe and happy.

Hell no. Tommy is not feeding this guy’s delusions, especially when Techno reveals Tommy’s own feathers had been woven next to Philza’s in the nest long before Tommy’s abduction. A-grade creep behavior there. Besides, his abuser will come save him soon. Tommy is so acutely aware that he’ll never save himself.

But then it’s been days and he’s losing hope and just wants to go home, so desperately Tommy tries to figure out what Philza will register as a happy chick. Usually chirps just burst out of him, not something he controls at all, but with some struggle he forces out the little trill he made every time his abuser came home.

Something twists in Tommy’s chest as Philza echoes the joyful chirps at him. It feels horribly right, complete whereas with his abuser the greeting was never returned. That wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t an avian. Neither of them had known what was needed to soothe his instincts.

But it works. Philza blinks rapidly, pupils returning to normal. His gaze locks on Tommy, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Philza wraps him in a warm hug. Juuust great. He was hoping to leave after Philza got over it. All he wants is to get back to his abuser, but when he says as much the embrace becomes a vice. Tommy naturally rejects Philza’s awful claims, growing more and more desperate as his abuser is slandered. First the absurd claim he somehow stopped Tommy from flying, like it wasn’t because Tommy was too weak and small to. And then it’s after him for not providing proper shelter at their nest, even though his abuser was trying to teach him to be responsible when he had Tommy make his shack. Then the lack of healing supplies, then the fact he was dying alone when Philza found him.

“No, it’s my fault I tried to fly when he was gone! He was there for me every time I was injured! Shut up, I can too prove it. Hard not to be there when he caused it half the time!”

For some unknowable reason, Philza doesn’t take that well. Neither does Techno, even when Tommy tries to explain they’re misinterpreting what he said, really it was Tommy’s fault, mistakes and the natural punishment for his actions. When he argues it wasn’t bad, Techno brings up the injuries a bit too old to heal when he used the potions. They try to get in his head, voicing all the thoughts in Tommy’s head before he plummeted and proved his abuser right.

Thing is, Tommy has flown before. It’s been awhile, but he has, when he was younger, knew the wondrous taste of its joy. With L’Manburg he’d been careful to fly below the walls so he didn’t get shot down. And it wasn’t possible in Pogtopia. And then after…it just seemed pointless. And now he can’t at all, and the only reason he can find is because he doesn’t deserve that joy.

Unless it was taken from him. Just like everything else, Tommy finally admits. Wearing an avian’s feathers is meant to be a promise to support them as surely as their own wings, and yet his abuser clipped his.

It’s hard, realizing he was only ever so weak because the man he trusted was sabotaging him the whole time. Twisting his instincts, forcing him to become a useless hatchling. Manipulating him so he could never fly to safety.

Tommy begins to sob.

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supine-ly · 11 months

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Punz doodles

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formercreepypastakid · 2 years

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Piglin Hybrid bedrock bros

When Tommy came to live with Phil and Technoblade, he wasn’t expecting to deal with all the weird little habits they had.

At first, it was small things; like finding feathers and crows everywhere, or Technoblade changing crowns almost every day. The first time he pointed it out, Phil only laughed and said: “This is a hybrid safe haven mate, That’s why Niki and Ranboo come here so often.”

With this guarantee, Tommy felt a little bit freer to let out a few of his own hybrid habits. It was actually quite easy to let go of the restraint and rely on his piglin side a bit more. It started as collecting some golden nuggets, then he brought some extra blankets to his room and started sitting closer to the fireplace with Techno.

Only a few weeks later, he found a small golden necklace on his pillow. It had an emerald adorning it, carefully carved into a turtle. It wouldn’t take a genius to assume it was from Technoblade, and Tommy would rather die than admitting that the thoughtful gift made his piglin side melt.

It could be easily explained through their instincts; they were the only pigling hybrids around, and Techno was older so it was only natural for them to cling onto each other. But something else on Tommy’s mind always screamed out in joy every time Technoblade showed he was caring for Tommy, and that little necklace represented all of that; a physical reminder that Tommy was cared for.

And once Technoblade noticed that Tommy actually wore the thing, other little gifts started showing up, all of them gold; a few thin rings, some earrings (Phil had to pierce Tommy’s ears so he could wear them, and it hurt, but it was worth it because Techno always smiled fondly when he saw him wearing them.)

The presents were never given face to face though.

Not until that day.

Tommy had just finished his chores, he entered the house and hung his coat, then he hushed to sit beside the fireplace, pulling one of the blankets over his shoulders. He thought Techno and Phil were still out but then he heard steps coming from upstairs and immediately assumed it was Techno. He relaxed back into the sofa behind him, staring at the flames in the fireplace.

Tommy must have dozed off at some point, because he was startled when he felt someone sitting beside him. He settles once he feels Techno’s familiar presence.

“Move, Theseus.” The man half-whispers. Tommy moves a little to the sides, allowing Techno to settle near the fire.

That’s when he sees the golden piece in Techno’s hand. His instincts tingle a bit, but he only asks; “Made yourself a new crown?”

Here’s the thing; gold is everything to a piglin, most know that they trade items for it, but the thing that usually goes unnoticed is how significant it is amongst themselves; they give it to show affection, belonging, love.

And Tommy had been receiving gold items from Techno for weeks now, only not directly. But this time, Technoblade says; “Well, I made it… But it's not for myself.” And after a moment of hesitation; “I… I made it for you.” He finishes, extending him the crown.

Tommy’s eyes go wide, and he takes the crown as if it could break any moment. It’s got the familiar weight that gold usually has, and it has spikes that make it look more like a halo from an angel. Tommy loves it.

“Thank you…” He chokes out in a whisper.

“Here.” Techno says, taking the crown from Tommy’s hands and placing it carefully on his head.

The weight settles on Tommy’s head, and he feels good knowing he is wearing it, but he feels even better knowing that Techno made it for him.

“Now we match.” Techno says, smiling slightly.

Tommy laughs; “Yeah… we match, big man.”

#bedrock bros #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois inc #dsmp #dream smp #angel duo #fluff for the soul #piglin hybrid technoblade #piglin hybrid Tommy #this one is for my twt moot #technodad #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp

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