#Phil got sent cause he scared some birds

[mikaikaika]

What do you think your cubito got sent to prison for ? Wrong answers only

[worminstuff]

Seethe pt.4

c!techno x reader

tw: toxic relationship, manipulation (this tw is for the series in genral)

warnings for this pt: nothing really, it’s pretty fluffy

word count: like 1.1k ish

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To say Techno was stressed would be a very large understatement. He wasn't afraid of this child. He wasn't afraid of anything.

But this little gremlin was in his home, mooching off his girl. Micheal has every bit of y/ns attention. That's unacceptable.

Techno could lose a finger right now and she'd only throw him a bandaid.

He huffed to himself from a chair in the living room. He pushed off the blanket on the arm rest a moment ago to try and see if she'd look over, you know, like a child.

After she didn't acknowledge it, he crossed his arms and sat groveling. To himself.

All while y/n was sat with Michael on the floor in the kitchen all the way across the room. They were looking at some books Michael had brought, and y/n was reading them with him.

Techno wanted to read with y/n.

They could've, with this whole day they were supposed to have with each other. Without a child.

y/n paused her reading as she got a ping on her com, it was a message from Ranboo.

“Oh..i've got to run for a moment-” she finally looked up to Techno.

He raised a brow. She was telling him she was leaving?

y/n held his gaze for a moment. She was so caught up with Michael she hadn't even thought of how mad Techno must be.

“What makes you think that?” it was less an actual question than a warning. It was his way of telling her she was insane to think this was gonna slide easy.

y/n sighed, Michael climbed into her lap and sat facing Techno, Techno felt like he was taunting him.

y/n covered Michaels ears (as if he was going to really understand what she was about to say), “Tubbos severely injured. When they called Nikki to help he wouldn't let her because he wanted me.”

This actually made a lot of sense. y/ns been with the l’manburg gang since the beginning, through all the war and hard stuck she was the one cleaning wounds, bandaging them, making splints and casts and everything else.

For Tubbo, y/n was there after every traumatic experience he's had, helping clean up his aftermath.

She was the first to get him after the day Techno shot and killed him, she was furious that day. Techno had never seen her angry at him the way she was then. He realized in that moment how much those people, especially Tubbo, ment to y/n. He guessed that was also a reason y/n was trusted with michael.

Techno kissed his teeth for a moment.

“Please Techno..” her eyes pleaded more than her words. He wanted to look away, he should've.

“Fine. I'm assuming I can't come?” his arms uncrossed and he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

y/n cringed for a moment before slowly pointing to Michael in her lap.

Technos eyes went wide, “No. No that's not happening. You are out of your mind, y/n!”

“Please Techno! Just for a little while, and i'll bring ranboo back with me to pick him up. Tubbo really needs me.” she kept her composer, she knew crying or getting angry would get her nowhere.

Techno hated that someone else needed her. No one really needed y/n. Maybe he did, and he's the only one that should need her.

Don't let her go. Our bird. Never let her leave. Why does she always want to leave us?

Techno closed his eyes tightly as he waved her off, the voices yelling at him as he went against them.

y/n quickly scooped Michael up and placed him on the floor where she was. She grabbed her bag by the door full of all her first aid kits and other supplies and her shoes were on in mere seconds. Before techno could even ask for a kiss goodbye she was out the door.

Michael stared at the door after it closed for a moment, then he looked to techno. Techno stared back at him.

He pressed his hands to his knees as he stood to his full height, with a large sigh he muttered “and now I gotta call Phil.”

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Techno was back in the chair by the time the front door slammed open. Michael in the same spot on the floor, now reading to himself. Techno was sat as he was, except now his hands pressed together, with his pointer fingers pressed against his lip as if he were deep in thought.

It was honestly a ridiculous sight. A 7 foot something, war demon, blood king, sat avoiding a little piglin boy. This man lived as a weapon for years, he practically won a war after betraying those he worked alongside for months. Yet, he couldn’t face his new most challenging battle. A child.

Why couldn’t he face this battle? Cause his girlfriend left him there.

You know. Like a child.

“Techno! What's the emergen..cy.” Phil went from an incredibly panicked face, to deadpan in a millisecond. All when he saw techno, and michael. His shoulders sank.

Techno looked up at phil with wide eyes, the rest of his face still pinched with focus.

He pointed to the boy.

“Right there.”

Phil took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. And against his better judgment, did not scream at techno in front of the child. “You sent me..a sos.. Over Ranboo and Tubbos kid. Are you out of your mind?!” he whispered instead.

Techno nodded slowly.

Michael was starting to pick up on the obvious tension between the two men, so he got up from his spot and waddled all the way over to techno as techno watched him wearily.

Techno sat up straight as Michael got close, and eventually placed his book in technos lap.

“Bee book.” the small boy said shyly. Michael loved his bee book, one of his dads gave it to him and it was his favorite.

Of course its fucking bees, Techno thought.

Techno looked to Phil for help, he genuinely looked terrified. Not obvious to anyone who didn't know techno, but to Phil who knew him very well, he could see every bit of fear in his eyes.

Phil closed his eyes tightly before gathering his composer, “Bee book? Is that the one from Tubbo?” he asked the boy, leaning down.

Michael nodded to Phil before looking back to techno, much to his dismay. “Helps me when i'm scared.” he gave Techno a knowing look.

Techno squared his shoulders and pinched his brows, catching what the small boy was implying.

Phil fought the urge to laugh.

Techno hoped y/n would be back soon. He was livid to admit it, but he needed his bird to rescue him.

[doodler-jpeg]

Life [Wilbur Soot/Fundy]

BOOOM HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU UH UM SO I WAS INSPIRED WHILE I WAS BORED AND THEN THIS IS HOW THIS ONESHOT CAME TO BE. ITS NOT GOOD, BUT ITS DECENT. You’re gonna be taking Sally’s place so, uh, I’m sorry, Sally, you’re just another salmon. Still love you though  THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE DEAR GOD ITS BEEN IN THE WORKS FOR LIKE A MONTH LMAO

ALSO, KEEP IN MIND THIS IS C!WILBUR/SMP!WILBUR

⚠️CUSSING, AFAB READER, PREGNANCY, THIS IS A REALLY LONG ONE SHOT OH MY GOD, PLATONIC FUNDY RELATIONSHIP SO YEAH⚠️

Pronouns: she/her or they/them [you’re referred to as wife, mom,, that stuff, but you can change those if you want]

You hummed as you strained out your clothing beside the river near your home. A smile graced your face, [Eye Colour] eyes glinting happily in the warm sunlight of that fine summer day. Autumn would soon turn the land into a seemingly barren wasteland, though, so you decided to savor every last bit of happiness the hot days brought you. 

Hanging the large amount of clothing upon thin clothing lines, you dumped out your bucket and made sure nothing got in the lake. Walking back inside of your home, you set the buckets in the corner of the cozy cottage and walked back outside. Your brown boots thudded quietly against the cobblestone path that lead into the woods around your home that would eventually be covered in snow.

A sudden childish giggle made you turn to the fields that were a ways away from your house, right in front of the sparsely scattered trees to the right of your little house. You furrowed your brows in confusion as a blur of yellow, white, and red rushed over to you.

“Hello there.” You couldn’t help but stare as the child looked up at you silently. “What are you doing here, little one?” He only blushed, his face flushing a vivid red before he ran off. You shrugged and continued your trek into the forest.

//

You watched as flakes of snow fell delicately onto the muted green coloured grass, bundled tightly in a burrito of quilts that you and your mother has made together. You shuffled slightly from your position on your warm bed, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to consume you.

It seemed life had other plans, though, as a faint light came toward your home, edging closer and closer until you could make out a figure, their clothing a great contrast to the paw snow. They were shivering visibly, clutching their arms as their lantern shook in their hand.

You frowned as you peeled your blankets off of you, pulling your boots on quickly. Grabbing a lantern cage, you lit the candle inside of it and hurried outside, feeling nervous as the figure hurried over to you.

Soon enough, they were standing in front of you, a miserable look on their face, their eyes red and puffy as their teeth chattered together.

“Come inside,” you didn’t care for introductions or your safety. This person seemed nice. “I’ll start a fire. Uh- there should be a few blankets on the sofa. Would you like anything to drink? Warm milk, tea? I’m not gonna offer coffee because it’s late, so I’m sorry about that.”

“Just water, please,” they croaked out. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. I was headed off in search of territory to claim. Turns out I chose the wrong day. God, it’s cold.” You let out a quiet laugh as you carefully tossed some wood into your fireplace, lighting the material on fire. Almost immediately, the flames grew and you sat up, placing your flint and steel on the fireplace mantle.

“I’ll go get you your water. Go warm up.” You urged before you walked into the kitchen to get the brunet some water.

//

““And then Tommy ran off!” Wilbur howled with laughter as he told the story of how he managed to lose his father in the forest close to his family home. ““Phil was looking for us for hours!” You smiled at the story as you carefully sewed up your friend’s heavy coat, making sure the patches were relatively the same colour as the rest of the jacket.

“You never really tell me about your family, so why are you telling stories now?” You commented, threading the needle in your hand through the fabric and back out of it, pulling the thread tightly. You snipped it with your scissors, placing the needle down to look for any other holes as Wilbur flushed a bright red.

“W-well— one day, I want you to meet my family, so- this sounds so fucking stupid. Never mind, forget about it.” He covered his face in his hands as you bummed, picking up a patch and laying it out on the brown fabric.

“What you’re saying is that you would introduce me to your family because you like me that much, huh?” No answer came from Wilbur, though he did let out a flustered groan as you chortled.

//

You placed a kiss upon your new boyfriend’s cheek, causing the brunet to laugh as he shrunk away from your lips

“Stop it,” you only grinned at the man, kissing various areas of his face in retaliation. Wilbur laughed harder, pushing you away gently as his face scrunched. ““It tickles!”

You grabbed his face in your hands and he looked into your eyes for a moment before you began attacking his face with kisses. When you pulled back for a break, Wilbur copied your actions from earlier and rubbed his thumb across your cheeks with a smile. He leaned his forehead on yours and let out a breathy sigh, closing his eyes as he basked in the moment.

“I love you so fucking much, [Y/N].”

//

““Dont be scared, darling,” Wilbur mused as he gently rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your hand, lightly squeezing every few rotations. “Techno’s made sure to keep any weapons away and Tommy might be a little less wreckless. I’ll make sure to tell them during dinner.” You nodded uncertainly, playing nervously with the bracelet Wilbur had made you way back when the two of you first started as friends.

Wilbur rapped his knuckles on the door, his other hand never once letting go of yours as the two of you waited. A bit of shouting was heard through the door, slightly muffled, though it was evident that it was coming closer.

The door was flung open by a blond boy, his blue eyes shooting us to meet Wil’s not even a second after he opened the door. A grin was on the boys face as he turned and shouted for Phil [who Wilbur had told you was his father]. Soon enough, a blond man with a bucket hat trodden over, frowning at Tommy.

“Listen, motherfucker, you may be living here, but I’m not gonna fucking let you live if you keep fuckin shoutin.” You froze nervously and glanced over at your boyfriend. He just sent a small, awkward smile onto reassure you before he turned to look down at the two.

“Are you really gonna argue in front of my wife?” Wilbur piped in, feeling himself become giddy as Tommy and Phil shot their heads over to look at you.

“You brought a girl over?!” Tommy yelled in surprise as he stumbled back, eyes wide as he observed your movements skeptically.

“Wil? Can you come over here real quick? I just need to talk to you.” Phil forced a smile as he grabbed the taller man’s ear and yoinked him over to a different room, leaving Tommy and you alone.

“Hi,” you smiled nervously, raising a hand in a half assed wave.

“Do you happen to be American?” The blond asked, leaning his face over to stare at you.

“I mean- I’m a water nymph. I don’t really know if that counts because we usually just have different accents, but we never take into account where anyone’s from.” You laughed, scratching your cheek.

“Well where are you from?” Tommy urged, crossing his arms.

“To be specific, I came from the North Sea right by the Netherlands. I don’t really think that’s important though.” You shrugged.

“So you’re Dutch? Speak it.”

“Im not necessarily Dutch, I was just born in the North Sea, Tommy- I think you’re a Tommy. You seem like a Tommy.” You cleared up, ““The only reason I learned English was to communicate with certain humans.”

“Okay.” The boy sighed, shoulders slumping forward as you let out an amused chortle, “I’ll leave you alone. For now.” Tommy backed up, turning into a room while a big, burly pig person ducked under the doorway, a large sword in hand and an uninterested expression on his face. As he turned to the door, he spotted you and his eyes widened momentarily before going back to their half lidded position.

“Who’re you? Phil didn’t- oh. Oh, today was that day. Oh my god, how could I forget it?” The hybrid smacked his forehead harshly, ““I’m so sorry.”

You laughed, waving your hand dismissively as the pig moved to the side to let you in. You carefully stepped into the warm house and the tall hybrid closed the door behind you.

“Dinner’s nearly done, so you can go sit down in the living room. If you need anything, Phil has ears all over the place. Just look at those crows.” Techno motioned over to the few crows that perched themselves on the window, letting out quiet caws. You waved at the birds and they flapped their wings in response.

“They seem nice.”

//

You sat next to your husband, hand intertwined with his as Phil smiled over at the two of you.

“So, anything new happening with you two?” The blond man inquired, placing his hands on the table. 

““I mean,” Wilbur laughed, turning over to look at you. “Would you like to tell them, dear?” You nodded, a grin on your face as you sat as straight as you could.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, your voice surprisingly calm. Tommy let out a shocked ‘‘what the fuck??’, while Techno choked on his food, slamming a fist onto his chest.

Phil was quiet, eyes wide in shock as he took in the information.

“Pregnant? With Wilbur’s kid?” You nodded, swinging Wilbur’s hand as Tommy cheered.

“Im gonna be a fuckin uncle! Yeah! I’ll be the best damn uncle ever!” He cackled, leaning back as Techno snorted.

““Can I teach them PvP?” You and your husband glanced over at each other before shaking your head.

“Maybe when they’re old enough to know what they’re doing.”

//

““Hello, my precious baby,” you cooed gently, holding the newborn as they let out a quiet sigh. ““My baby. You look just like your father.” A warm but tired smile was on your face as your baby opened their eyes, brown meeting [Eye Colour].

“Love, is the baby okay? Is she doing alright?” Wilbur called nervously through the door, to which you laughed.

“Yes, they’re doing great,” placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s nose, they brought a hand up and lightly tapped their nose.

//

““Fundy! Come here!” You cheered, reaching your arms out to the toddler. They giggled, waddling over to you. Their scab covered knees were littered with bandages and the red overalls they wore were much unlike what Wilburs would have wanted your child to wear, but it was your kid! They deserved the best!

““My precious baby,” you placed a kiss on their cheek, causing the brown haired child to giggle and wipe the kiss from their cheek. You grinned, littering their face in kisses as they squirmed, ““My little champion!”

“Yah! Cham-champion!” They babbled, bringing up a finger to chew on as you set them down and smoothed out your dress. 

““Alright, sweetheart, papa will be here soon, so make sure to tell him what you want to tell him, alright?” Your boy nodded, a goofy grin on his face as he reached over to one of the toys you had brought.

//

You cradled your son’s head as he sobbed, shaking his head in denial as to what had just happened.

“He-he’s gone, mama!” He choked out, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His tears stained your shirt, though the feeling didn’t bother you as you rocked your son back and forth, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fundy, it’s okay,” you cooed, ““He doesn’t have to live with all the mistakes he made in the past anymore. Who knows, maybe he’ll come back?” 

““But what if he doesn’t? That was his last life and- and it’s gone! My dad’s gone!” Letting out a pained wail, he continued to sob. And you let him.

He had gone through so much.

//

““Who the hell are you and what are you doing around my son?” You sneered, standing in front of your son as the transparent figure stared at you curiously.

“You don’t remember me?” They asked, voice echoing as they tilted your head. “I- [Y/N], it’s me! Your husband! I- I am your husband, right?”

“My husband didn’t push away his son and focus on a failed country more than his own fucking family.” You loaded your crossbow, aiming it at the ghost. ““You didn’t come to his birthday parties, didn’t get him anything, you barely paid attention to him when your country was in the spotlight! You’re no husband to me.”

“Mama-” Fundy gulped nervously, ““Mama, please.”

“You know what, whoever the fuck you are? You’re no damn husband to me and you never will be. Now leave me and my son alone, for fuck’s sake.”

The ghost was silent as you turned, leading the man beside you toward the house at the top of the hill, though a small smile made its way onto his face.

“She’s the one I married?” He murmured, moving his hand to where his heart was, “Was she really the love of my life?”

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

I'll be making this into a long fic, but for now I chose to keep it short. Hermitcraft x Dream SMP crossover

Title: button

Grian sat down at the oak wood table, brow furrowed. Another day, another failed attempt to reconnect to Hermitcraft. The strange glitch that had caused the border to fall in the first place must have been repaired, for the world border was back up and running. His communicator didn’t work outside of his home server, and Phil’s crows (who insisted on following the man everywhere, and who Phil had put up to the task of flying between the severs, trying to gather intel on the border glitch and if people were trying to find him) haven’t delivered any news. 

    The builder glanced out the window as the sun set over the horizon. Past that was Hermitcraft. His home. What was Mumbo doing? Scar? Iskall? Xisuma? How was the war progressing without him? Did anyone notice his absence? No, Grian, don’t get sad. Happy thoughts only...Happy thoughts. 

    “Grain!” 

    Torn away from his thoughts, Grian looked up to see Philza, his dark grey wings fluffed up in distress. “Wil’s sent a letter.” The avian said, holding up a piece of paper. 

    “Well, that’s good!” Phil had been under extreme stress these past couple of days since Wilbur hadn’t sent a letter in weeks and the past few he had sent were...concerning, to say the least. “What’s it say?” 

    Another letter should have been a relief, but from the look on Phil’s face, Grian concluded that this letter was everything except relief.

    “It’s just a date, time, and coordinates. November 16th, noon, with a set of coords in L’Manberg…” Phil’s voice trailed off as his dark emerald eyes scanned the page, over and over, as if he were looking for more writing than just a simple date. 

    “That’s tomorrow, innit?” Grian questioned, trying to distract the man from his distress. That’s how Grian ignored his. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. “I mean, you’ll be able to see your sons, check up on Wil?” 

    “Something doesn’t feel right about this, Grain.” Even after all this time together, Phil still called him Grain. Grian stifled a laugh, as it wasn’t the appropriate time to giggle. “His last few letters concerned me. He mentioned something in his last one about 11 and a half stacks of TNT.” Phil looked Grian dead in the eye and whispered, “Grain, I think Wilbur is going to blow L’Manberg!” 

    “But why?” Grian attempted to rationalize with the distraught Phil, who was now pacing across the room making stressed-out bird noises. “He won the election, shouldn’t he be content with that?” This type of stuff never happened on Hermitcraft. There were never serious talks of blowing up anyone’s builds, much less an entire country! The only time TNT is used is in pranks, and they always helped clean up after. 

    “You clearly don’t know Wilbur...He’s a force of chaos, I’ll tell you that. A creative little shit who always comes up with new ways to get what he wants. If he wants L’Manberg gone, then he’ll go to crazy lengths to achieve that goal.”

    Silence fell. 

    “We need to get to L’Manberg. Now. It’s about a day’s flight from here, and we need to leave now if we want to get there as fast as fucking possible.” Phil tucked the letter into the pocket of his dark green kimono and flexed his wings. Unlike Grian, who used the sleek and slim elytra to fly about, Philza had a pair of actual feathery wings. Upon arrival, Phil explained that he was a bird hybrid, also known as an avian. He had feathers on the sides of his face and neck with elfish ears. Back on Hermitcraft, every member of the server was human. 

Grian and Phil started out on their journey north, towards the world border of Dream SMP. The sun had risen, and the world border was in sight. Phil stated that Dream, the apparent Admin of the server, had agreed to let up the border for a few seconds to let Phil and Grian inside. Phil took a rest on a tree, breathing heavily after hours of non-stop flight.  

“You alright, Big P?” If Phil could nickname him Grain, Grian would nickname him as well. A smile twinged across Phil’s face. 

“Ahh...You sound so much like my youngest, Tommy. He says that to people too. You remind me of him so much. Right down to your red shirt and the aura of pure, unbridled chaos you emit.” 

Both men laughed. Grian really enjoyed Phil’s laugh, and despite how giggly and giddy the avian usually was, it had been a few days since he had last heard him laugh. Wilbur’s lack of letters had really spooked him. 

“Will you stay?” 

“Hmm?” 

“In L’Manberg. I mean, it’s closer to your sons.” 

Phil shrugged and drank a potion of strength, and stood. 

“I might, depending on what happens. If my theory is correct, and Wilbur is going to blow the place up, then I’ll probably stay. Just to help him out and help clean up y’know? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to come home. Before you got here, I was...really lonely.” 

“Well, you won’t be lonely anymore! Since I can’t return home yet, I’ll be your friend so you don’t have to be lonely!” 

“Thanks, Grain.” 

“You’re welcome, Big P!” 

The two rose and started to fly towards the world border. Maybe Grian could make a new home on Dream SMP. The builder already started making plans for an epic build, having a vague idea in his head. However, he would have to inspect the landscapes available to see what his block palette would be and what style his build would be. Grian thought of his mansion back home and wanted to build something similar to remember it. 

“Oi! Grain! You there mate?” 

Grian shook his head as he was, again, dragged from his daydreams by Phil. They had arrived at the world border. “I’ve sent word to Dream, he should be letting us in soon.” 

“Alrighty! What kind of base do you want to build if you stay?”

    Phil just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t know just yet. Don’t want to start anything too ambitious, like a Hardcore project.” 

Grian kept forgetting that this man held the world record for the longest Hardcore run. Phil was only 5”4 and didn’t look that intimidating. He looked loving and fatherly, and Grian considered Phil to be like a father to him. But the man was a dedicated Hardcore player, and could easily take Grian down in a fight. It scared him, sometimes, about how little he actually knew about Phil. 

“Alright, mate, let’s go.” The blue striped border had been removed by the mysterious admin, and the two flew into Dream SMP. Grian felt a buzz from his communicator and pulled it from his pocket. 

<Grian joined the game>  

<Ph1LzA joined the game> 

Unlike in Hermitcraft, when a member joins the server (especially a new member), the entire chat would be flooded with ‘hello!’ messages. However, on the Dream SMP, there were one or two directed at Phil. How peculiar. Phil went silent as they flew over the woods and forest. In the distance, Grian could see what appeared to be a city. That must be L’Manberg. It wasn’t as big or as grand as some builds on Hermitcraft, heck his own base would have taken up over half of the area if he lived there. On a tall pole lay what Grian assumed was the flag of L’Manberg, inky black, with a fiery red arch and X. Interesting design. Phil didn’t go into the city, however, he flew towards the coordinates that Wilbur had written in his letter, his brow furrowed. Fireworks crackled and popped throughout L’Manberg. 

Grian landed with Phil, in front of a small tunnel that bore deep into a hill that was just outside the country. 

“It’s now or never. Grain, stay behind me.” Phil tucked the letter away and led Grian through the tunnel, and into a compact stone room. Carved into the wall were words. No, not just words. Lyrics. 

I heard there was a special place, 

where men could go and emancipate. 

From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers. 

Well, this place was real, you needn’t fret, 

With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret. 

It’s a very big place, not blown up L’Manberg. 

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG…

Those lyrics were carved all over the stone walls, and in the middle, was a stone button. In front of that button, was Philza’s eldest son, Wilbur. 

Grian had never actually seen Wilbur before, only in an old picture of when Phil, Wilbur, and Phil’s other two sons, Tommy and Technoblade, won MCC 4. In that picture, Wilbur wore a cute yellow sweater with a brown beanie, with a shimmering smile on his face. 

The man that stood before them now was not that person. It couldn’t be. Wilbur stood, hunched over a stone button, whispering to himself. He donned a brown trenchcoat and ditched the beanie. 

“What are you doing?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to face them. His eyes had no emotion in them, his smile no longer shimmered. Standing before them was an insane man. 

“I will admit,” Wilbur said. His voice sent a chill down Grian’s spine, “Do you know what this is? What this button is?” Phil’s speculations appeared to be true. Wilbur was trying to destroy L’Manberg. 

“Uh huh. I do.” How, how could Phil be so calm? 

“Have you heard the song? The song on the walls?” Wilbur’s fingers gently ran over the words ‘MY L’MANBERG’. His eye twitched, “I was just making a big point you know? About how there was a special place, it was a special place. But that's not there anymore.” Wil’s voice lowered to a hush. 

“It is there, Wil, it's out there.” 

“PHIL I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON! I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES--” Voices from above cut Wilbur off. Grian could hear footsteps above them. Wilbur turned his eyes to the stone ceiling and lowered his voice. “Oh they're going to come…I need to block this off.” Wilbur hastily piled blackstone bricks in the doorway, which not only sealed whoever “they” were out, but also sealed Grian, Phil, and Wilbur in.

“Oh Phil...I’ve been here so many times.” 

Numerous fireworks exploded outside. 

<Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade> 

“Oh they’re fighting, they’re fighting…” WIlbur whispered, sounding tired. 

“And you just want to...to blow it all up? You fought so hard for this land, Wilbur, and you just want to...destroy it all?” Phil tried to reason.

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore, Phil, I could press it, and it might--”

“Do you want to risk it? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.” 

Wilbur seemed to hear him. His breathing got heavier as he returned to that hunched over position over the stone button. What was this place? Nothing serious ever happened on Hermitcraft. There were no seriously high stakes, there were no serious threats, no serious danger. It was all in good fun. 

“There...there was a saying, Phil...by, uh, by a traitor. Once part of L’Manberg, don’t know if you ever heard of Eret, but he had a saying.” 

Wilbur looked up at Phil. Grian could see the familiar resemblance between the two, they shared emerald green eyes. 

“It was never meant to be.” Wilbur whispered that phrase, and pressed the stone button. 

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

It’s time for more Marvel SMP brainrot. This time I got some ideas on how the first Avengers movie would go. A.K.A, all the adults (especially Schlatt) get fucking heart attacks as Tubbo and Tommy keep on sneaking on the dangerous shit they get into.

For what already happened, I’d imagine that Tommy was found by SHIELD because of some digging and we already got him moving in with Wilbur and becoming his younger brother. 

Tubbo is the nephew of Schlatt that he has to watch for a little and Tommy and him hit off instantly.

Fundy just met Wilbur and is now living with him and is about to be adopted.

Niki regained her goddess status and Punz is now working for Dream.

Techno already met Tommy and Tubbo after Wilbur and a very reluctant Schlatt stopped a rather messy explosion from happening caused by one of the Dream Team members.

Right so now that’s out of the way, we can get onto the movie. Long post ahead so sorry about that. It under Keep Reading.

So we’re going to get the beginning like how the first Avengers started. We got the whole experiment and Eret, Phil, Sam, and Puffy noticing that the Space Stone is getting really unstable and that someone is opening a portal from the other side.

Out comes Punz, George, and Sapnap. Yeah we're going to have three antagonists in the first movie. Punz may be the Loki of the au but I want Sapnap and George be there so we can show the character development between that and when we get to the El Rapids side of the au.

But back to the main story, we got those three coming out and obviously Sam, Eret, Puffy, and Phil are all on guard. Sam, Eret, and Puffy recognizes Punz’s from Niki talking about him when she was on Earth.

Meanwhile Phil immediately recognizes Sapnap from the footage Techno gave him when he first started trouble in the second installment in Wilbur’s arc. He has caused so much arson in the time he was there.

So you got all of them being cautious around the three while they just argue about what to do. George is holding the spear and when people try to shoot them, you got Sapnap, George, and Punz immediately take them down like they’re nothing.

We then get the usual bit, Eret gets brainwashed because of the scepter and several other SHIELD members do as well. Puffy, Sam, and Phil escape while George, Punz, Sapnap, Eret and some other SHIELD agents take the Space Stone.

Sapnap then causes some minor arson despite Punz and George telling him no and there is a huge explosion.

Phil then calls Techno to come back from his mission and Sam comes in to tell Wilbur about going into the SHIELD base because this seems like a reason to call the Avengers initiative Phil. It doesn’t matter that you still have some family shit to work through, you got to go and call in Wilbur. 

Fundy was also there so Sam pretty much killed two birds with one stone when he visited. Both Wilbur and Fundy both agreed as long as Fundy won’t be detained the moment this is all over.

Tommy and Tubbo unfortunately are there as well and overhear the adults talking about this. They want to help too! They got cool powers and they could totally beat up bad guys! Course Wilbur and Schlatt would object to that. So they did the one reasonable thing everyone should do! Sneak into the airship using Tubbo’s cool magic and their extreme stealth!

Wilbur only finds out that Tubbo and Tommy snuck on after getting a panicked phone call from Schlatt saying that the kid is missing. Cue panic from Wilbur and Fundy.

Phil, Wilbur, and Techno do not have a great relationship with each other now so it’s rather tense between all of them. Tommy tries to ease the tension by making jokes and stuff but that just leads to the three of them saying that he’s a child and that he shouldn’t even be here. He shouldn’t go and concern himself with these and let the adults do their job. (Tubbo and Tommy is definitely going to sneak on the Quin Jet)

Fundy tracks where the Tesseract is and we cut to Punz, George, and Sapnap being contacted by Dream using his god powers. We get some praise to George and Sapnap while Punz just looks at Dream with nothing but suspicion.

Dream then requests a private talk with Punz and the tone completely changes. We got Punz being pretty indifferent on the outside with Dream’s threats of punishment if he fails this but you see some signs that he is indeed nervous. You got him pulling on his sleeve a little and wincing a little sometimes.

Straight to Germany and the gala. Punz decides to be the one who does the little eye disection while George and Sapnap be the defense and take down the guards to have as much of a distraction as possible so that Eret can get some Iridium to make the portal.

Meanwhile on the Quin Jet we get Techno about to drop in with Sam manning the wheel and Tubbo and Tommy somehow snuck on board again. This gives Sam, Wilbur, and Techno several heart attack because what the fuck. How do you keep sneaking on to everything. Please just stay in here.

We get Punz, George, Sapnap terrorizing a few people to be a distraction and then we get Techno dropping in all badass like.

(Punz speaking a language only Techno would understand and wincing a bit: Please don’t tell me those are children right next to you.

Techno looking and seeing Tubbo and Tommy in good disguises and armor: Oh my god.)

We get a rather cool fight between Sapnap v Tommy, Techno v Punz, and George v Tubbo.

Wilbur then comes in and they “capture” Punz, George, and Sapnap. Wilbur, Techno, and Schlatt on the phone then lecture the children and that’s when Niki comes in and grabs Punz. Cue Wilbur and Tubbo jumping in to get them. Techno then has to calm a panicked Schlatt as he hears Tubbo jump in after Wilbur.

You get Niki trying to get Punz to come home and stop the little invasion on Earth but Punz just refuses. Saying that it’s what he’s paid to do and that it has to happen now.

Wilbur interrupts that conversation and we get a brief fight scene between them before Tubbo comes in and shoots magic at Niki. Niki then stops because wait, you’re a child. Why is there a child there. Wilbur is slowly just getting more grey hairs as he sees Tubbo there.

Some talking later and we get Niki joining the team at the base and Punz, George, and Sapnap getting imprisoned in the glass thing.

We get Wilbur, Tubbo, and Fundy hacking into the SHIELD systems and digging deep into what Phase 2 is, got Tommy deciding to do it manually, Niki talking to Puffy, and Techno deciding to talk to Punz, Sapnap, and George separately about their plans.

Now Punz, Sapnap, and George aren’t as manipulative as Loki was in the first Avengers but Punz will go and point out how him and Techno and him aren’t that different. They both have red on their ledger and yeah.

We get the argument between the SBI family, Fundy, Niki, Tubbo. We get Eret attacking the airship and we get all the usual stuff that happened on the airship.

Wilbur reluctantly lets Tommy and Tubbo help fix the airship, Niki gets sent down by Punz, Fundy crashes to the ground, Techno and Eret fight, and we get Sam almost dying. :’)

Punz, George, and Sapnap escapes but this time we get Punz telling the other two to get back to Dream’s main fortress and that he can handle it here. Totally not because he knows there is a big chance of them losing and he doesn’t want Sapnap and George to be punished for it. Shut up. He isn’t soft.

We get the usual pep talk by Phil and him slightly pushing them to the right direction using some planted cards. Niki picks up her spear and heads to the city.

(Phil: You guys are Avengers.

Tommy: Ew. That sounds gross.

Wilbur: Got to admit Phil, he’s got you there.

Tommy: We should be called the L’Manbergians! Since like most of us here are European. Sorry Techno.

Techno: Don’t include me in the naming scheme.)

Fundy meanwhile is in a tower of bricks and sees this dude in a multicolored hoodie who give him a bit of pep talk and a pants and shirt. Fundy was about to thank him for it but then when he looked back, only particles of green remained.

Tubbo and Tommy are now allowed to go with the L’Manbergians on the condition of having an adult near them at all times. So Techno is babysitting the children and trying to not let them get killed.

Eret and Puffy gets to talk because I want them to talk. Please let them talk. And Eret talks about how it felt like when he was being controlled and man that’s a lot of trauma. They’re all in on joining L’Manberg and kicking Punz’s ass. Along the way they grab some goggles to cover up his eyes since they still have the unnerving show of no pupils.

We get Wilbur confronting Punz about it and it goes well. It goes surprisingly well. Punz knows he’s going to lose but it’s still his job. Wilbur points out how Punz seems so ready to give up and tells him to surrender right now.

(Punz: Look this is my job I can’t just surrender to you guys. That would piss my employer off.

Wilbur: Sounds to me that you’re scared of this employer. Are they threatening you and your friends and family?

Punz: ...Okay I think that’s enough talking now.)

Wilbur gets thrown out of window, new suit on, portal opens. Alien invasion time.

What happens is what basically happens in the first movie. Cool fighting. Some banter. Awesome scenes and more.

Techno and Eret are all just making sure that Tommy and Tubbo won’t get severely hurt and then you just see Tommy suplex someone and Tubbo being impressive with his magic. Tubbo specifically was saying how Schlatt and the Captain are going to get heart attacks when they see this.

(They did. they absolutely 100% did. Even with the disguises they immediately recognized Tommy and Tubbo. Schlatt screamed in his pillow while the Captain is just freaking out.)

Fundy comes in, we get the regular stuff. Just stuff that happens in the first Avenger movie. Punz vs Niki is awesome. Punz gets punched by Fundy when he comes up through the tower.

Nuke gets sent out by World Council and Wilbur has to send one of them up through the portal. This is where we get Dream and Wilbur encounter. Yay! The green manipulative bastard is going to traumatize the musician!

Dream then goes on this little talk about how this isn’t even it. That this isn’t even a fifth of his actual army. You though that was an invasion? Please. That was a raid at best. He can just keep on attacking and there is nothing Wilbur can do to stop it

(Wilbur: We’ll stop you. We stopped Punz before. We can stop you as well.

Dream: Can you though? Soot, look around. I have armies at my disposal. George and Sapnap got away. You only got one of my generals and he was a fucking mercenary. You won nothing.

Wilbur:

Dream: I think it’s time for you to leave. The others must be waiting. Have a nice decent down to Earth.

*Wilbur then falls down through the portal again

Dream: Also, Soot, tell Tommy that Dream said hi.)

Regular stuff happens again. Wilbur lives and Punz is now being brought back to Asgard. L’Manberg tower is made and everyone promises to go and move in it once they get their stuff.

Wilbur is now thinking about what Dream said. What if they get a threat they can’t handle? That mindset is interrupted by Schlatt going up into the tower, telling that Tubbo's grounded and asking Wilbur very nicely where Phil is. No Wilbur I won’t commit murder, I just want to talk to the man nicely. With a brick.

So first movie ended off great. The heroes won and Punz is imprisoned on Asgard. We’re going to get Found Family stuff between arcs and we’re going to get some fluffy moments. We are also seeing hints of Wilbur’s paranoia growing but that’s not important now. That totally won’t be plot important in the future. Right?

[votederpycausemufins]

Alright, chapter 2 for the Summoning Family sequel ‘Surprisingly Familiar’. As you could see, I added a character that some of you may not know about, but was the first MCYTer I ever watched as he started uploading in mid 2010.

And now I finally decided to add him in since he knows a number of the hermits from other things he’s done. If you’re looking for stuff to watch, you could watch his old series to get some lore or just for fun.

anyway, onto the story.

“Alright Paul, what was that back there?!” Jrum heard through the door. “You’re the older one, where’s that older sibling wisdom of yours?”

“It’s trying to get rid of the spy and knowing to be careful around Xelqua. He was involved in the Tokyo High School Murders a number of years ago. That’s how I even knew about him to tell you about it.”

“You sent me a letter! That was important enough for you to call or something!”

“I couldn’t at the time. Besides, when he went missing, I thought it was because you found him and took him away, but it turns out he was off on his own doing who knows what.” Paul sighed. “Look, I know some of the hermits from Minecrack, and usually they help with things, but this is different. At the very least from what I’ve heard, the one guy named Iskall has been on the up and up, but Xelqua’s started a war!”

“Apparently actually two.”

“Phil, you know that’s worse. Some of the things the papers said… he should be in prison, not here.”

“Right, and how many times did you go to prison again?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s different. I was framed once, it was minor another time, and the rest was just from breaking out of prison so they put me back into a better one. They finally gave up when they didn’t have anything left I couldn’t escape.”

“Well I should show you Pandora’s Vault then.” Phil said, before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “Back on topic. You can’t treat Grian that way. You got all your information from newspapers but I’ve got some myself. It’s not like he’s the only one on my side of the family to cause wars. And whatever happened in Tokyo wasn’t something he wanted to do, I’ve seen the signs of it. So you’re going to go back in there, apologize, and leave unless they actually somehow want you to stay.”

“Wait, there’s one more thing you need to hear.”

“Oh really?” Phil asked sarcastically. “What the fuck could possibly be so important compared to everything else you did back there and needing to apologize for it?”

“Give me a second. Someone’s at the door. Might be the chicken.”

“I don’t think that spy is-” And then it was completely silent. Jrum was taken aback by that, testing the door, but it was locked. He tried enhancing his hearing, but that didn’t work either. Then, he tried to remember if there was anything he could get into the redstone of and hack, and he was pretty sure there was. So the bot made his way to the side of the room and found a line in, doing what he could to listen in.

“-because it makes sense. Punch is dangerous enough without his spies.” Jrum smiled as he heard Paul’s voice again. “If those guys keep showing up he might as well. I tried visiting you, but the place was abandoned and chickens were swarming the place.”

“Then you should have called!” Phil shouted, obviously sounding frustrated.

“Letters are the only guarantee I have. If you would just write back-”

“I’m not using magic paper unless I know who enchanted it.”

“Hoodie always enchants it!” Jrum mentally took note of the name, hoping someone else would know more about whoever that was

“How can I be sure?”

“How could I be sure you weren’t all dead when the caste was abandoned?”

“You could have fucking called!” And there was a slam which made Jrum jump, losing his connection to the room. He scrambled to reconnect, surprised to find he was having more trouble this time, but eventually, he did connect again.

“-ause Grian was taking care of it. I know you want to hate him, but maybe don’t freak out at just seeing him.”

“I’ll think about it Phil, but as long as Koka’s around, I’m going to be careful.”

“Wait, how do you know it’s name?” Phil asked, confused.

“You heard it hissing, didn’t you?” Paul asked. “That’s the only one he’s got that does that. That’s why I’m trying to be cautious.”

“Okay, I can sort of see why now. But can you please still try with Grian? He’s had a rough enough life as it is and you don’t need to make it worse.”

There was a sigh from Paul. “Alright, but you’ve also got to promise me something yourself.”

“And what’s that?”

“Maybe the person listening in can tell us, but if not, I’m going to see if-”

Jrum pulled away, cutting off what he was hearing. He scrambled to fix everything then run back to the party, trying to calm his breathing when he was finally back with everyone else.

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Mumbo stood by as Grian kept setting up a comfort nest in Barge HQ. He was doing his best to keep the bots’ pet chicken from getting in Grian’s way, but that ended up with plenty of pecking targeting his arms and legs. If he hadn’t recognized the red on the bird’s beak as redstone dust left on his suit, he would have panicked thinking it was blood. Or maybe it was, so he quickly checked.

The redstoner didn’t seem to have wounds that drew blood, which was good, but he did take his eyes off of Kokatori, who was nearly at Grian’s nest of blankets. Mumbo quickly ran over and picked the bird up, looking around to see if he could get some sort of cage for it. There wasn’t really, but there were glass windows. So he simply used a few blocks to keep the chicken in place, glad it wasn’t left completely in the dark.

Sighing about taking care of the problem, Mumbo looked back over to Grian, who was still fiddling with blankets even though the nest looked complete. “Grian?” Mumbo tried to ask softly, but the avian still jumped at the speech. “Sorry for startling you. How are you feeling?”

“Honestly? Like crap. There’s not a lot of good stuff from growing up after I went missing. Sure, there’s stuff here and there, but a lot of it after everything that’s happened is just tainted. And now it’s getting worse, like finding out d- Phil started acting worse to Tommy, and now apparently one tv show that is partially responsible for me being alive was made by my uncle who knew about me and hates my guts.”

Mumbo put a hand on Grian’s back, the currently puffed up wings ruffling a bit before calming back down a little bit. “Well, he seems to know a good number of the other hermits. I’m sure they can change his mind about you.” Then Mumbo stepped over the wall of blankets to sit next to Grian. “And they may know him and be his friends, but last I checked, he hasn’t been around for a bit any you definitely have. Even Xisuma has called you the missing puzzle piece of the hermits. Without you, it just doesn’t feel right.”

Grian smiled a little and leaned on Mumbo’s shoulder. “Thanks, I needed to hear that.”

Mumbo nodded, then paused for a moment to ask a question. “You said he’s part of the reason you’re alive?”

Grian nodded. “He had a survival show. He used stuff from knives to swords to guns. The one I had to use wasn’t really legally obtained and so there wasn’t an instruction manual.”

“Grian, are you telling me you watched a tv show to learn how to use a… a firearm?”

Grian smiled. “Yep! And some other stuff as well. You’ll never know how many ways I know how to dispose of a body.”

Mumbo stared wide eyed at the builder, who was giving a mischievous little smile. “Grian. Grian you’re joking, right?” He didn’t stop smiling or even answer. “Grian, please tell me that’s a joke! Grian!”

As they continued to talk, Kokatori finished pecking at the glass, having cut a rough circle into it. The bird held a foot up and pushed the area, the cut portion breaking away cleanly and falling to the ground far below.

The chicken waited, trying to see if anyone had heard the sound and would react, but that didn’t seem to be the case. With that taken care of, it jumped out of the window, gliding down to the ground. It landed right near the entrance to Jrum’s party building, landing on the ledge of a window. Kokatori looked inside and saw the various party members. The first robot seemed to be fine, the second one more nervous. Odd, what did it have to be nervous about? But then the chicken saw Paul and that ‘brother’ of his were back in the room. Well, maybe the second robot was more of an asset.

The chicken carefully walked over to Jrum, carefully pecking his leg to get his attention. It didn’t want to scare him since it had seen that Jrum wasn’t the most fond of it, but it was surprised to see Jrum gladly pick it up. “Oh, you’re not supposed to be in here! That new person doesn’t like chickens like you, so let’s go outside.”

Kokatori held in a hiss. Great, it was just going to be put back outside. But at the very least the robot was picking it up without looking sick or something. When they were back outside, Kokatori expected to be set down or even dropped, but instead it was spun around so it was looking right at Jrum.

“Alright then. You’re not a normal chicken. So what are you?” Jrum asked, interrogating the chicken. “I mean, it’s obvious they’re right about you being some sort of spy, but there’s something else, isn’t there?”

Kokatori didn’t know if chickens could sweat, but it sure felt like it was right then. But it tried not to show how anxious it was and just clucked.

“I’m taking that as a yes because it doesn’t sound as bad as a no. The new guy knows your name. Nobody told him your name but he knew it. And said you were ‘his’ chicken.” Jrum said, remembering what he had listened to. “He said that was because of your hissing and that you’re the only one that does that. And as far as I know, he’s right and chickens don’t hiss.”

If Kokatori wasn’t sweating before, it was now. Normally that would be filtered out by the mind. Of course that king and his brother knew enough to resist it, but no one else seemed to notice until now this thing. So, it used the foolproof plan of clucking again.

“Right, they don’t, so why are you?” Jrum asked. Alright, clucking had not worked. It hadn’t worked at all. This was bad. But it could be fixed, right? The robot didn’t like chickens because of… because of… right! Because of eggs! So Kokatori quickly had an egg pop out, which was enough to spook the robot and make them run off. Which was good. He didn’t need to take a closer look.

With no one around, Kokatori stomped on the egg, breaking the dark green and cream spotted shell. No one needed to see that. There were already two people around here that knew what was going on, and that was already too many.

It looked back up at the building it had fallen from. It would be easy enough to get back to the top. It just hoped its short escape wouldn’t be noticed. It grabbed the piece of glass it had let fall to the ground, thankfully unbroken, and started climbing up the outside of the building.

Kokatori reached its pitiful excuse for a prison and put the piece of glass back. It clucked a little to remind the two people it was still there, but they mostly ignored it. That was fine. It had work to do anyway.

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Tommy watched Paul as he walked over to Xisuma. Sure, he had heard of his uncle from Phil here and there. Mostly complaining about lack of contact and too many letters, which were complete opposites, but it was back when Tommy wasn’t really the loud teen he was today, still affected by how his family looked down on him for unknowingly being too much like his missing brother.

If Grian had been there and told him to suck it up, Tommy’s sure he would. It would be very reluctant, but it was Grian, who was like the one family member he still had a good standing with. Well, obviously also the bots. And Mumbo sort of counted. And all the hermits were honorary family. But he meant in the official sense.

But Grian wasn’t here, specifically because of Paul. And since Tommy was only really okay with Grian, it made him more wary of this being another family member that was going to put him down. If that was going to be the case, he at least had support this time, so Tommy walked over to Paul, trying to look tough.

The teen heard the tail end of Paul’s conversation with Xisuma, trying to get any information he could. “-believe I can think of one or two things he could help with. I’ve tried with Scar and Cub, but they’re more free spirits.”

Paul nodded, then looked over as he noticed Tommy coming over. “Oh hey Tommy. Just talking with the admin here.”

“Yeah, just fucking call him Xisuma. None of that formal title shit.” Tommy said with venom in his voice.

Paul was a bit taken aback, but Xisuma had some clue on what was going on. “Tommy spent some time in a world with a… not so great admin. It affected his first meeting with me, and while we’ve helped out, recent events have brought up old wounds.”

Paul nodded like he understood completely and didn’t even try to argue. “Yeah, not every world has great people in charge. I’m not sure how long I spent making sure the worlds my kids were going to were safe. A few bad ones slipped through the cracks and have left me feeling horrible, so I can’t imagine how Phil must feel about missing one.”

Tommy scoffed. “He probably didn’t care about me getting in trouble. And Techno was fine on his own. Wilbur’s probably the only one he cared about.”

Paul frowned at that. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

Before he could say more, Tommy stopped him. “Oh really? He doesn’t really even care about you. Wil wrote him letters all the time and he read those. That’s why he even showed up to our world finally. But he didn’t read any of your fucking letters obviously.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure it was just-”

“It wasn’t just anything. Phil’s just a crap parent and looks like you’re pretty bad too.”

Xisuma slowly stepped away. He knew it wasn’t the best idea to get in Tommy’s way when he was yelling. Because normally that’s all it was, just yelling. If either person drew a weapon, then it was time to step in, but they had learned that Tommy was loud in general and yelled to get his frustration out.

“What would make you think that?”

“I mean, the way you acted to Grian. Did you have to be such a bitch about it?”

Paul sighed. “I’m not sure how much he’s told you about that world. It was-”

“Hardcore world, no respawns, ghosts existed, Grian got kept hostage by a friend and was abused a lot. If my admin was bad to me, this guy was somehow worse to Grian. Plus, I’m so fucking glad you wrote a letter to Phil and assumed Grian was fine when he disappeared. You could have fucking gone over and checked on him yourself bitch!”

“I was sort of on the other side of the world. And I also didn’t really have the time.”

“Then you could have made some fucking time! It was a family emergency and there was a murder involved. Anyone would let you off for that! I bet you just had a cushy life and couldn’t bother to lift a finger.”

Paul didn’t respond. He didn’t have a good answer. And even if he did, Tommy didn’t want to hear it. The teen stomped away, saying goodbye to everyone, though he specifically left Phil and Paul out of his goodbyes. Then he flew back to his ‘still just borrowing this’ base that was Grian’s old starter base and curled up in bed, pulling Tubbee into his arms.

He pressed his face into their fluff, muttering a few curses, the bee not having a care in the world about what was going on. It was just there to help give Tommy some comfort. Sure, he could always call Tubbo over and have him visit, but he didn’t have the energy and this was good enough.

Soon enough, Tommy was asleep, having worn himself out from both the party and shouting at Paul. He slept so much, he didn’t even wake up when he was poked a few times. Or when his face was drawn on. Or even when some TNT went off. It definitely had Tubbee awake, but it was still in his arms and couldn’t fly off.

“Aww, don’t worry. I’m not gonna kill him. That would tell people I’m here silly! My little pumpkin roll already made sure no one knows I came in, but he can’t do much with me actually here.” Tubbee buzzed a bit, earning a giggle from the visitor. “You know, maybe I can get my boys a pet. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I took Rusty, now would he?”

The bee wasn’t able to respond, and despite Tommy being asleep, he rolled onto his other side, pulling Tubbee with him. “Oh, maybe I’ll see you later. But I’ve got to go find something now. Bye!”

[keybladeswar]

Sunshine (Demyx X fem!reader)

Words: 2216

Warnings: None. This is wholesome.

Summary: You and Demyx are sent to look for keyblade wielders in Olympus/Thebes, and Demyx convinces you to take a day off.

Author’s note: I haven’t written fanfiction in literal years, so I might be a little rusty. Thought this would be a good way to do some short writing exercises, though. If you like this, please share it! Since this is a new blog, I don’t expect it to reach many people. I’m also open to trying out requests, so if you’re interested, let me know!

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“This is so boring!” Demyx complained beside you.

“Shut up, or they’ll hear you!” you hissed back. “Besides, would you rather be the one fighting?”

“Point taken,” he said. “I just don’t get why we get all the boring jobs.”

You didn’t necessarily find this job boring. It was better than some you’d had, at least. Xemnas has sent the two of you to Thebes to look for potential keyblade wielders, specifically a man named Hercules. You’d found him quite easily, but you were sure it was a mistake when you did. He was just a boy and a scrawny one at that. But your opinion changed when you saw him throw a frisbee and knock down a whole row of columns. So the boy was strong. Very strong.

You and Demyx watched him as he set off on a journey of self-discovery, learned he was a son of the god Zeus, and began training with a satyr named Phil to become a hero. Maybe this guy was keyblade material after all.

And so you waited. And waited. You watched as he progressed through his training, growing into a muscular young man. The keyblade never appeared.

Demyx wanted to give up. He was tired of being away from his bed and the comfort of the World that Never Was and being able to play his sitar whenever he wanted. If it were just him, he would’ve quit a long time ago, given Xemnas some excuse.

And that’s exactly why they sent you along with him.

Demyx has been your companion since your early days in the Organization. If you had a heart, you’d probably call him your best friend. But the two of you couldn’t be more different. Demyx was laid back, lazy even. You were a perfectionist and a workaholic. If you had something to do, you wouldn’t quit until it was done. And it didn’t help that you were scared of what might happen if you failed a mission. When the higher ups realized that you kept Demyx on track (or as on track as he can be), you two almost never went on a mission without the other.

So while he was bored out of his mind, you were intrigued. You’d never admit it to anyone, but you thought that a part of you was rooting for this Hercules fellow. Not just for the Organization’s sake but because there was just something about him that you had to root for.

Today was the day that Hercules set out for the big city to try to find real hero’s work. When he heard a scream and immediately ran toward it, you were intrigued. Would this finally be the day?

Now you and Demyx sat hidden in the branches of a tall tree as Hercules fought some monster who’d been trying to kidnap a young woman. You watched intently, waiting for the flash of light, for the keyblade to appear.

But Hercules defeated the monster and there was still nothing. You sighed.

“See? It’s not gonna happen. Now can we take a break? It’s hot out here and I’m starving. Let’s go get some gyros.”

“Fine, I’m getting hungry too,” you admitted. “But as soon as we’re done, we’re back on his trail. Just for a few more days. Surely something will happen.”

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Hercules became Thebes favorite hero overnight. He had posters, action figures, mobs of screaming fans, but no keyblade. Your stomach twisted. Xemnas would expect a report soon, and what would happen if there was nothing to report? Would he blame you?

“Y/N... Y/N!”

You jumped at the sound of Demyx’s voice, startled to see him standing in front of you with his arms crossed.

“What?”

“We’re taking a vacation,” he stated, holding out a gloved hand.

You stared at it. “A vacation?” You’d been so lost in your thoughts that you were having trouble comprehending what he was talking about.

“Yep. A vacation. Look around you.” He spread his arms out. You looked around at the vibrant city around you. The tall marble pillars, the statues dedicated to gods, the rolling hills in the distance. “This place is amazing. We don’t get the chance to come to worlds as cool as this one that often, and I don’t plan on missing the chance to have an awesome vacation.”

“But we’re on a mission. And we don’t get vacations,” you added almost as an afterthought.

“Maybe technically. But that doesn’t mean we can’t take one. And I’m not taking no for an answer. You’ve been miserable the past few days. I miss your smile,” Demyx said.

You blinked. Had it really been that noticeable how worried you were? Demyx wasn’t the type to pick up on things that bothered people, so it must be bad.

You chewed your lip. “Sounds like a bad idea.”

“Well that’s the thing about me. I’m full of bad ideas, and they haven’t bit me in the ass yet.” He grabbed your hand and hauled you to your feet. “Come on. I have a whole day planned. Just one day, then we can go back to stalking the hero guy.”

You hesitated. This went against your whole mindset. Work first, play later. But work wasn’t getting anywhere. And... would one day really matter that much? You took a deep breath, looked up at him, and smiled. “Okay, lets do it.”

“Yes!” Demyx cheered. Then he reached down and picked up the sack lying behind him that you hadn’t noticed. He tossed it to you, and you caught it with ease, something he himself would never have been able to do.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“If we’re going to be walking around in public, we need to at least look the part,” he said. “Get changed. I’ll be back in ten.” With that, he opened a dark portal and stepped through it, leaving you alone.

Curiously, you opened the sack. You pulled out the heap of fabric it contained. It was a toga dress, one of the typical white ones you’d seen many of the women wearing. You peeled off one of your black leather gloves and touched the fabric. Soft. It had been a long time since you’d worn anything that soft, or anything other than black for that matter. You retreated to the cover of the trees and after making sure no one was around slipped out of your Organization gear and into the dress. You were surprised to feel vulnerable, almost as if you were naked. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been somewhere outside of your room without your gloves and cloak covering you from head to toe. Now here you stood, arms bare and the breeze causing the skirt to brush lightly against your legs. You took your hair out of the bun you kept it in for combat, instead braiding it loosely down your back in one of the styles you’d seen done in this world.

“So I thought first we’d—“ At the sound of Demyx’s voice, you turned surprised to see him stop dead in his tracks. “Uh...”

“Is something wrong? Did I not put this on correctly?” You looked down checking over your clothes.

“No, no! It’s just...” His face turned pink. “Well, I didn’t expect you to look so much like, you know, a girl.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Well, I didn’t expect you to look so much like...” You pauses as you looked over his new clothes, searching for a comeback. Demyx wore the masculine style of the same yoga as yours. For someone who was pretty thin and regularly described as wimpy by the others, you were surprised to see the definition in his bare arms. For the amount of time the two of you spent together, you realized neither of you had ever seen the other out of uniform. You found yourself wondering how Demyx’s arms were so muscular. Did he secretly exercise? Maybe it was from carrying that sitar around so much. Either way, you’d completely forgotten you were trying to come up with an insult. “Hercules,” you finished.

“Hercules?” Demyx snorted.

“You know,” you added quickly, “Before all the training.” You turned to pick up your coat and gloves, trying to hide the rush of heat that flooded your cheeks. Where did that come from?

“Yeah, yeah, make fun all you want,” he said. You were relieved to let the awkward moment go and pretend it never happened. “Anyway, today’s the one day Hercules isn’t actually competing at the Colosseum so I got us tickets. Thought we could watch a few matches, have a picnic up on the hill to actually get some sun, and then go see a play tonight. There’s this one called Oedipus Rex and it’s supposed to be crazy.”

“Okay but if Xemnas finds out—“

“Xemnas isn’t going to find out unless you tell him, which I don’t suggest. Just relax, Y/N. This is going to be a great day. You’ll have fun. I promise.”

And have fun you did. The two of you cheered loudly at the colosseum as heroes took on monsters great and small like the Minotaur and the Hydra. You gasped when the Hydra lost one head only to grow back seven more. When the matches were done, Demyx bought you a t-shirt that read “Get up on the Hydra’s back” and you bought him one that declared him Hercules’s number one fan. You wore them over your togas for the rest of the day as you wandered through Thebes, snacking on pomegranates from the market and admiring the marble statues placed all over town. You took a trip to one of the gardens, splashing each other in the fountain until you were drenched and the security guards kicked you out. Demyx got the last laugh by sending a ball of water at the guard’s head, and the two of you took off running before he could catch you. As you struggled to catch your breath, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had this much fun. Actually, you hadn’t really had any kind of fun since becoming a nobody and joining the Organization. You’d started to wonder if you were even capable of having fun any more, but spending the day with Demyx proved otherwise.

Now, you lay in the grass on the hill overlooking the city. You were just far enough away that the urban sounds faded away and you could hear the birds singing overhead, along with Demyx quietly tuning his sitar. Your eyes were closed as you lay on your back, the sun warming you and drying your clothes from your earlier water fight. After a few moments, you opened your eyes and turned your head toward Demyx. He was looking out toward Thebes, the sun highlighting his face. He looked so peaceful, so at ease. He looked the way you felt. You hadn’t realized how stressed you’d been until now, but he had. He knew you needed a break, a day of pretending you were just a normal person.

“Demyx?”

“Hmm?” He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face, and you thought you felt a twinge of some sort in your chest.

You turned toward the sky again, watching the clouds float by. You sighed. “I’ve just been thinking... Do you think we’ll ever get our hearts back? What if this is all for nothing?”

“Well...” He set his sitar down and laid down next to you, looking up at the clouds, too. “I dunno. I guess I’ve never really questioned it. That’s what this is all about, right? Us being in this world, watching Hercules. We’re looking for someone to get our hearts back.”

“Yeah...” You hesitated. “I just... Nevermind.”

“What?”

“It’s stupid.”

“And everything I say isn’t?” he joked. He rolled onto his side and propped himself on one arm to look at you. “Come on. What is it?”

You chewed your lip. You’d never admitted this to anyone, not even yourself. “Sometimes I feel like I never lost my heart to begin with.” You said it all in one breath and then dared to look over at him. “I told you, it was stupid. I know we don’t have them but—“

“I get what you mean.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I mean... We all feel things. Just look at how angry Larxene gets when she sees me. And Saix. And... well, moving on. Then there’s Axel and Roxas and Xion. No one can say those three don’t care about each other in some way. And then there’s you...”

“Me?”

“Well, yeah.” He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but he looked flustered. “I’d be upset if something happened to you. Even if I don’t have a heart.”

“Really?” He nodded and you smiled. “I guess I’d be upset if something happened to you, too.”

You both laughed quietly and then fell into a silence as you watched the sun begin to sink lower in the sky. I’d be more than upset, you thought to yourself. Demyx was the one beam of light in your otherwise dark existence. He was your sunshine.

You felt Demyx’s hand brush softly against yours, and you swore you felt a heartbeat.

[getreadytosmash]

The Past that Smashed

Chapter 10

A-Bomb’s POV

It’s been three days when Hulk went to save Samuel from the car and snake. We are starting to get really worried about him. He’s getting really anxious and jumps a lot if he feels a breeze thinking if it is a portal. Nothing has happened yet, but I just hope something good and exciting though.

I went to get the mail and saw that there was only one. I grabbed it and noticed the cover, and it came from Los Angeles. I don’t think we know anybody from there. I looked at the back and it surprised me.

‘If you are not Hulk, then open this letter.’

Okay? That’s weird. I opened envelope to read the letter. Oh….OH MY GOD!

I screamed and ran into the living room where the others were at.

“HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS! OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

“What is it Rick?” asked a very concern Hulk.

I started to jump up and down. Man, I’m so excited! I can’t believe this!

“Sorry! But I can’t tell anyone!”

“Then why are you here then, if you can’t tell?” asked Jen.

“Uhhhhhh. You know what? I have, uh, things to do. Yeah, things. Okay bye.”

“That was weird,” said Jen.

“Looks like Christmas has come early this year for him. And it’s only July,” mumbled Red.

I have to tell someone, but it told me don’t tell any other Hulks about it. Then again there is someone who isn’t.I don’t know why I went to Leader’s cell, but I did.

I found Leader on the floor reading another book and sighed when he saw me.

Jesus, I’m so frickin happy right now.

“Leader! Igotaletterfromsomeoneandtoldmenottotellany-”

“Speak English, brute!”

“Whoops. Okay, listen to this. I got a letter today and told me not to tell another Hulk but since you are not a Hulk, I can tell you.”

“For fuck sake. What?”

“…THE FAMOUS SCI-FI DIRECTOR, CARLA ALBIZU IS COMING HERE! She’s my favorite director, my favorites movies are EyeCatch and Coat Black. Man, she is so cool! I can’t believe she wants to come here! You see I base my camera designs from EyeCatch so that’s way they look like that.”

I started rambling more about how I love Carla Albizu, until I noticed the confusion on Leader’s face.

“Why is she coming here anyway? For what purpose? And why now?” Leader wondered.

Hmm. I never really thought about it. It must be really important if she wants to come here.

“I don’t know. She said she will explain everything when she come since her plane was delayed. I guess we have to wait…But I don’t want to!”

“What you Hulks don’t have is patience, you always want everything to be quick. These things take time you know. And since Albizu is famous, she has to keep it a secret before the media sees her,” explained Leader.

I never thought about it. Since when did Leader know about the media. Maybe he is a fan too. I wonder what his favorite movie is.

“Welp. I gotta go. I’ll tell you when she comes. Maybe we can get her autograph.”

Leader stared at me for a few seconds then returned to read his book. Is he rereading Harry Potter?

Leader’s POV

I can’t believe it. She did it. She is actually coming here. She kept my promise and it was her plane being delayed. I never felt so happy,that maybe there is a chance that I can see her again. Then again I felt sad because here is no way of talking to her in this cell. But just knowing that she is coming is all I need.

My personal favorite movie she made was Crystal Aquarium and Samantha that she based it off of our childhood and was partially was a true story but had to put me as a female. Crystal Aquarium was about an aquarium that unknowingly took a type of fish that looked any regular fish but can turn into mermaids and must be saved before anyone finds them and experiment on them. She even named a shark like mermaid after my shark plushie and favorite kindergarten teacher who loves the sea, Millie. I thought about how she would always put references of our childhood, even if I did came back and said goodbye. Since she waited this long, then I can wait too.

Hulk’s POV

Five days passed after saving Sammy and I’m getting more nervous each day and for some reason I’m hearing an echo in my mind that said “What if Hulk couldn’t be there?” I think I’m turning paranoid. Finally the portal came when we were watching a movie that A-Bomb picked.

I fell into a completely different house. There was no garden or tree. There was a large table with food, balloons and streamers of hanging around and a banner that said happy birthday. A radio playing on a chair next to a swimming pool. And a cat on top of the fence.

*splash*

I heard a splash and looked down to see Carla and Sammy in it with floaties.

“So whose birthday is it?” I asked.

“It’s mine, Hulk. I’m turning 8 today,” replied Carla smirking at Sammy who glared at her.

“Well then. Happy Birthday, Carla”

“Thank you. Hey Hulk! Did you know that I’m actually older than Sammy?”

“Hey! Your only older than me by 7 months and my birthday is in November,” argued Sammy.

“So what’s today’s date,” I asked

“March 30. But I’m still older,” replied Carla

“At least I know who’s going to show their gray hair first,” sneered Sammy.

“Hey, respect your elders!” she yelled.

“Fight me, grandma!”

They both were splashing water to each other’s faces. I laughed until I noticed that no one was here but only the cat that jumped down next to the chair with the radio.

“But where is everyone at?”

Sammy swam towards me in a whale floatie.

“Well, my brother accidentally sat on Carla’s cake so my dad had to take him home and get more clothes. My mom has a small fever so she stayed home. Carla’s mom went to get another cake and her dad is trying to get Carla’s cousin, Carlos, to come here but his parents are stubborn.”

I just remembered that Jen was asking for their last names since I never asked. I keep hearing about Sammy’s brother but I never heard the name.

“So what are your last names anyway. I never heard them and I might know you from the future.”

They looked at each other and grin.

Carla spoke first, “I’m Carla Albizu.”

Carla Albizu. Carla Albizu. CARLA ABIZU?! Rick’s favorite diretor is her. I even heard about Carlos too about helping her even if he was clumsy. Rick is not going to believe this.

“I’m Samuel Sterns. Oh! And my brother is Phillip Sterns.”

Wait. Phillip?! Is this the same Phillip? Then again he did told me that he was from Idaho with his brother who….was….a dropout student. Oh no. Did Sammy really dropped out. I’m deciding whether or not tell the truth about their future. Carla is really successful but I never heard of Samuel Sterns before. I kept thinking until someone splashed water on my face.

“Earth to Hulk. What’s the matter?” asked Carla.

“Sorry. I just. I think that I know your brother when I was in college.”

Sammy’s face fell.

“What about me?”

I can’t tell him. But I don’t know what would cause him to do that.

“Umm. He was too busy studying so I don’t think there was time to talk about our family.

“Oh. I get it. It has to be all about Phil since he’s older, bigger, and smarter than me and my whole family likes him better than me,” Sammy bitterly said.

“Sam, that’s not true. Your family loves you. It’s those no good aunts and all your cousins except Dawn that likes Phil. Besides my family loves you so you can count on us,” said Carla.

“Sammy, I know that I don’t really know you but I care about you. You seem way better than your brother and I came from the future. I thought I had no one to be there for me but I found a family of my own. And you can be part of my family too.”

Sammy looked at me then stared at the water. Carla swam with her turtle floatie towards him for a hug. Sammy looked at her then smiled then looked back at me.

*Meow*

We all looked at the cat who was now on top of the radio eyeing on a bird that was close by. Wait a minute. Why does this look familiar?

The cat jumped to catch the bird and radio started to shake…NO!

I grabbed Sammy and Carla as fast as I can when almost at the same time the radio fell in the pool. I can see the electricity from the water. That was too close. I put both of them down and they both were really stiff trying to understand what happened. They dropped their floaties on the ground and hugged my legs. I smiled and hugged them back since they are scared right now. We heard a car honk and at the same time the portal came. They let go of me and waved bye and I waved too.

I came back with everyone waiting for me. Before I said anything the doorbell ranged.

“I’ll get it!” shouted A-Bomb almost running to go and check.

“Jen!”

“What is it?” She asked.

“I found out that Sammy’s last name is Sterns and his brother is Phil. Beside, you would not believe who Carla really is. Her last name is -”

*HISS*

A large snake was somehow on my shoulder.

“AHHH!”

I jumped up and noticed it was a stuffed snake with someone holding it.

A-Bomb was jumping up and down.

“Guys! Look who came! Carla-”

“Albizu?” I asked.

The woman smiled at me and held the same pose like the day I met her.

“And don’t you forget it. By the way Sammy sent me here.”

We were all silent at that moment.

/YAY! Behold Carla. The more chapters I put the more longer it is. I’m go in to skip ahead on Sammy’s age that Hulk has been going back but it only mentioned. I want to introduce you to new character soon. This is actually the last chapter that I was in before it was deleted. Hope you enjoy/

(Congratulations on reaching 10 chapters! And I can’t believe that Carla’s here now! And you put Millie and shark stuff which was really cute and sweet! I absolutely can’t wait for Leader to see his cousin again and the smashers finding out who Sami really is! Oh this is so cool! And that moment when Hulk told his future enemy that he can be part of his family ahhhh! I absolutely can’t wait for chapter 11! I’m looking so forward. Also, yes! Longer chapters and the movie sounds really cool, I'd totally go see it.)

[earth-27]

Barbara Gordon

Concept/Design by Roy Westerman

Art by Phil Cho

Barbara Gordon (1984-1999)

I’m Barbara Gordon. Most people call me Babs. I’m the daughter of two awesome cops: James “Jim” Gordon and Sarah Essen-Gordon, I also have a little brother, Jimmy, which we do not need to say much about and a cousin-turned-surrogate sister, Carrie Kelley. At night, after my brother and I were sent to bed, I would postpone sleep and instead listen through the thin walls of our home as my parents talked about the horrors they had witnessed that day on the job. I feel comfortable enough to say I was equally horrified and intrigued.

At a young age, I spent a lot of my time on computers and discovered I had a knack for not just their use, but deciphering code. By the time I was ten, I made myself into a self-trained hacker and would often become involved in a variety of causes, becoming a hacktivist before the word had ever been coined. Of course, I was what we called a “White Hat”, a good guy.

As teenager, I stowed away in the backseat of dad’s squad car hoping to sneak into the GCPD mainframe and hack their database (again, I was a good guy- I had good intentions, I promise) but instead I found my dad lied to my mom. He didn’t go to the precinct that night; he didn’t even get a call to a crime scene. Nope, dad went to a secret meeting with an urban legend.

I kept quiet and the next week, Sal Maroni and Carmine Falcone were both arrested by my father on charges that actually stuck. My father was promoted from Desk Sergeant to Lieutenant of the Vigilante Task Force. Within a month, the Gotham Gazette had caught a picture of the “Bat-Man” and just like that, Gotham was as obsessed with vigilante justice as I was.

I talked my dad into letting me enroll in self-defense classes. After studying Internet videos of the Batman, I realized I’d need more than just karate lessons and a few hours at the gym and so I lied about joining a few extracurricular activities in order to enroll in three other defense courses (Akido, Stick-Fighting, Judo) in addition to Boxing at the Wildcat Gym.

After news had broke that Batman was working with a teenage boy, I decided that it was time for a girl to show them how it’s done. So, I traded my black belt in for a utility belt…

Batgirl (1999-2000)

Batgirl began with a whimper, I’m sad to admit. I had the mask, the homemade costume (complete with cape and utility belt), and the attitude. But, it still took me weeks of rooftop patrols and back-alley stakeouts before I got a chance to prevent my first mugging… and I failed. I tripped on my way down a fire escape, but I didn’t give up. I did a sketch of the culprits and I made sure to commit their faces to memory. Later that month, I stopped a carjacking and recognized the tattoo on that guy’s neck. Borrowing my dad’s GCPD login credentials, I was able to gather that the tattoo belonged to the Badger Boulevard Ballers, a lower west side gang. So armed with this information and my unique brand of moxy, I paid the Ballers a visit.

I took a few lumps and maybe broke a rib or two, but I found that first victim’s wallet and returned it. It was a lot to go through for thirteen bucks and an expired gym membership card, but I was not going to let Batgirl start out as a joke. I believed in this… and it paid off. My take down with the ballers caught the attention of a certain duo who started investigating me. I am a bit ashamed to say I took them three hours to figure out who I was. They paid me a visit in the middle of my patrol the next night. I still remember the words of warning Batman gave me, “Stay out of this, Barbara”, he told me, I’m sure in an effort to scare me… but Bruce didn’t know me then as much as he though he did.

As my wounds mended, I set my sights on a new gang in town, calling themselves the Red Hoods. While I was in the middle of my research during my lunch hour in the school library’s computer lab, a boy that didn’t go to my school slipped me a note and had me follow him to a chauffeured car in the parking lot where I met billionaire Bruce Wayne who told me that he was aware of my research and realized that I wasn’t going to quit. So he made me a deal. He’d give me a computer with unlimited access to finish my research, an armored costume, actual crimefighting training, and all I had to do was let my injuries heal completely before he would let me go out on patrol again. Longest five weeks of my life.

Batgirl (2000-2004)

When I recovered from my beating, Batman kept his promise and not only did he officially endorse me for patrol duty, he even gave me a Kevlar bodysuit form-fitted to my dimensions. I’m not sure I want to know how he got it fit so right in some areas… Anyway! So, while I was recovering, Bruce did let me take the Bat-Computer for a spin. He was really protective of his “baby” at first (and I don’t blame him), but after he saw that I was the better hacker (he hated to admit it, it was a bitter pill for him to swallow, Bruce let me do the work on tracking down the Red Hood Gang’s movements and we figured out they planned to make a heist at the Ace Chemicals plant. This was my first big team-up with Batman and Robin and we did kick some major teeth in! With the gang’s leader cornered, he pulled a knife on Batman and in the ensuing fight, the wannabe mastermind got knockec over a railing and into a vat ov bbuly ooze. In the aftermath of the leader’s death, the Red Hood gang dissolved (much like their leaders body must have… still gross to think about), and we moved on to bigger fish.

As Batgirl, I saw a lot of action. The rise of much of our most notorious villains happened during my turn under the cowl, in what we called the “Long Halloween” (because it all started on Halloween night with Riddler and Mr. Freeze and kept going for several months like a parade of costumed freaks); I was present for Harvey Dent’s scarring and drastic shift into Two-Face; and aI also got to join “the Super Friends” (what Flash called the “team” of him, Supes, Double Dubs, GA, BC, Bats, Robin, and myself when we teamed up a few times before Brainiac’s trip to DC helped make us official as “the Justice League of America”) and I helped found the Titans. So Yeah… I’m a really big deal.

Now for the twist, even though I walked on the wild side, risking life and limb every night fighting ganglords and crocodile men, it was not being Batgirl that landed me where I am now. No, I was targeted by the Joker simply for being the daughter of Jim Gordon, Gotham’s top cop. Can you say irony?

Oracle (2004-)

Okay, yes… I am paralyzed. I live my life in a wheelchair now, all because a madman shot me in a bad to drive my father insane. It nearly worked, to tell you the truth. Hell, it nearly drove ME insane, too. But after I was done feeling sorry for myself, I realized I had a lot of work to do. First thing to do was take care of myself. I needed help and admitting that was difficult. So, I got myself into some physical, occupational, and psychological therapy. With that underway, I started to work on getting the Dynamic Duo back together, Bruce and Dick had a falling out and since I was in a coma, I was unable to talk some sense into them before they reached their breaking point. By the time I woke up, Dick was struggling with finding a new purpose in his life and Bruce was in a dark place. So first course of business, I helped get Dick set up as Nightwing in Blüdhaven, giving him a chance to carve his own path and step out of the shadow of the Bat, hoping that in so doing he would begin to see all that Bruce had offered him that he had been overlooking due to his rage.

With Dick taken care of, I then talked to Bruce, opening him up to the prospect of taking on a new Robin. I could not have predicted that he would choose a street-kid like Jason Todd to fill that void in his life, but to Batman’s credit, he saw what others never had seen in Jason before and was beginning to coax it out of the kid… and then the Joker broadcast his online torture and murder of Jason Todd and that’s when something happened that I could have never predicted… we were powerless to stop it. The Joker had devised a cyber-plot we were unprepared to handle, technologically and emotionally.

I know the very moment I became Oracle, it was the moment I saw Jason’s blood dripping from the Bat-Signal after my father allowed Batman to carry the body away. Now, just Batman has his Gotham, I have the World-Wide-Web. Now, I am not just Bat-Girl in a wheelchair, I am a critical part of the entire “capes and tights” franchise as an integral part of the operations of not just Batman’s crusade, but also those of the Justice League, the Titans, and the Outsiders… but I also the leader of my own team: the Birds of Prey! Yeah, I’m a big deal. ;)

[sonofhistory]

Could you tell us about Hamilton's relationship with his children? I know he closed himself even more after Philip's death, but what about the other 7? Was he close to them?

All sources from Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow.

Of Alexander and Eliza’s eight children–Philip Hamilton, Angelica Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton Jr., James Alexander Hamilton, John Church Hamilton, William S. Hamilton, Eliza Hamilton and “Little Phil” Hamilton–not one appeared to utter a single unkind word about their father.

On January 22, 1782, Eliza gave birth to a son, named Philip Hamilton. On his birth, Alexander Hamilton wrote, “whose birth, as you may imagine, was attended with all the omens of future greatness.” He used to rock Philip’s cradle and played with the infant. At seven months, “it is agreed on all hands that he is handsome, his features are good, his eye is not only sprightly and expressive, but it is full of benignity. His attitude in sitting is by connoisseurs esteemed graceful and he had a method of waving his hand that announces the future orator. He stands however rather awkwardly and his legs have not at all the delicate slimness of his father’s… If he had any fault in manners, he laughs too much.”

On September 25th, 1784, the Hamiltons had their first daughter named Angelica. Their third child, Alexander was born on May 16th, 1786. Due to Hamilton’s busyness, Eliza ran the household and supervised the education of their children when they were small.

According to Ron Chernow, fourth born James Alexander Hamilton was their “favorite child”. Eliza gave birth to James Alexander on April 14th. While at Columbia, James frequently sought his fathers advice, urging him to review speeches had had written and etc. 

On October 12, 1788, the Hamiltons went down to the end of Wall Street and had Philip, Angelica and Alexander all baptized at the same time at Trinity Church. 

James Hamilton said,

“His [Alexander Hamilton sr.] gentle nature rendered his house a most joyous one to his children and friends. He accompanied his daughter Angelica when she played and sang at the piano. His intercourse with his children was always affectionate and confiding, which excited in them a corresponding confidence and devotion.”

Angelica Hamilton was very musical inclined and her father had Angelica Church find the best piano that she could find his daughter. When they were in separate cities, Hamilton usually kept one of the younger boys with him. He worried much about his children and enjoyed tutoring them. He had high expectations and wanted them to exceed. 1791, age nine, Philip and Alexander Jr. were sent off to boarding school in Trenton. Hamilton wrote this to his Philip:

“Your teacher also informs me that you recited a lesson the first day you began, very much to his satisfaction. I expect every letter from him will give me a fresh proof of your progress, for I know you can do a great deal if you please. And I am sure you have too much spirit not to exert yourself that you may make us every day more and more proud of you.”

A letter to his daughter, Angelica:

“I was very glad to learn, my dear daughter, that you were going to begin the study of the French language. We hope you will in every respect behave in such a manner as will secure to you the goodwill and regard of all those with whom you are. If you happen to displease any of them, be always ready to make a frank apology. But the best way is to act with so much politeness, good manners and circumspection as never to have an occasion to make any apology. Your mother joins in best love to you. Adieu, my very dear daughter.”

On August 22nd, 1792 Eliza gave birth to their fifth child, John Church Hamilton. In 1784, John began several ill and Hamilton–who scarcely asked for a vacation–pleaded with Washington to allow him “permission to make an excursion into the country for a few days to try the effect of exercise and change of air upon the child.”

A couple months after publishing the Reynold’s pamphlet, Hamilton had a scare after Philip nearly died of severe fever of some sort of typhus. In tending to Philip, Hamilton was both nurse and physician, leaving the doctor amazed by both his medical knowledge and his closeness towards his children. When he learned his son was to be well, the doctor said there were tears in the father’s eyes.

On August 4th, 1797, Eliza gave birth to a healthy baby, William Stephen Hamilton. 

On multiple occasions, Hamilton would have his six year old son John Church write his letters for him, taking bizarre precaution to that his letters would not bear his handwriting during his plots in the Adams cabinet.  

Smart Philip Hamilton walked in the footsteps of his father. He graduated in 1800 with high honors, was a good speaker and studied to be a lawyer. Hamilton regarded Philip as the family’s “eldest and brightest hope”. Hamilton had a prepared daily schedule for Philip that included writing, reading, church and ruled his waking moments from dawn to dusk. Philip did have reliance and rebellious streak which his father tolerated, “I am anxious to here from Philip. Naughty young man.”  Before Philip’s duel with George Eacker,, he sought counsel from his father who told him that he should throw away his shot on the dueling ground. At the duel, Philip followed his father’s advise and did not raise his pistol at the command to fire. Eacker mirrored and they stood dumbly staring at one another. Finally, Eacker lifted his pistol and Philip did like wise. Eacker then shot Philip and he fell.

When Alexander Hamilton learned of what had occurred, he called for Dr. Hosack who later recalled that Hamilton was “so much overcome by his anxiety that he fainted and remained for some time in my family before he was sufficiently recovered to proceed.” The entire night, Alexander stayed with Philip at his bedside, and when he had to approach his son’s gravestone, his friends had to help him stand. Seventeen-year-old Angelica Hamilton who was extremely close with her brother suffered a mental breakdown and her father tried to restore her health. He got others to send her watermelons and birds (she liked birds), this didn’t work and she only grew worse.  

After Philip’s death he fell into the deepest depression he had ever felt. Usually in his grief, he was able to publish papers and worked endlessly. This time, Hamilton was unable to write any more and did not respond to any of his correspondence for four months. Even his physical appearance was altered, always appearing troubled, melancholy and the childish glean that flinted across his eyes, had parted.

When Eliza went off to care for his father (her mother had recently passed) and Hamilton took care of their children at home.

In Hamilton’s duel with Burr, he used to very same dueling pistols that Eacker and Philip had used–a pair of guns that had caused the death of his son. It is possible Hamilton wanted to use to pistols as a homage to his son.

On his death bed, Hamilton had not been able to see his children until it was time to bid farewell. “She held up their two-year-old boy, Philip, to his lips for a final kiss. Then Eliza lined up all seven children at the foot of the bed so that Hamilton could see them in one final tableau, a sight that rendered him speechless.” According to the doctor, “he opened his eyes, gave them one look, and closed them again till they were taken away.” At his funeral on July 14th, 1804, the procession was followed by two of Hamilton’s oldest sons, James Alexander and Alexander Jr. Angelica Hamilton, four-year-old Eliza Hamilton and Philip Hamilton stayed with their mother, whom was not at the funeral. Gouverneur Morris gave the eulogy and sitting beside him on the stage weeping was Alexander (eighteen), James (fourteen), John (eleven) and William (six). 

“The scene was impressive and what added unspeakably to its solemnity was the mournful ground of tender boys, the sons, the once hopes and joys of the deceased, who, with tears gushing from their eyes, sat upon the stage, at the feet of the orator, bewailing the loss of their parent! It was too much. The sternest powers, the bloodiest villain, could not resist the melting scene.”

Of their five sons post-duel they all gravitated towards law, government and military (the Hamiltonian way). 

Angelica Hamilton lived under a physicians care and died in 1857.

 Alexander Jr. Hamilton graduated from Columbia University weeks after his father’s duel. He became a lawyer, fought over seas in the duke of Wellington’s army, returned to America as an infantry captain during the War of 1812, and wound up as US district attorney in New York. He represented Eliza Jumel when she divorced Aaron Burr. 

James Alexander Hamilton graduated from Columbia, served as an officer in the War of 1812 and was an acting secretary of state under President Andrew Jackson (and surprising was against the second bank of the United States) and became attorney for the southern district of New York. He developed a close relationship with Martin Van Buren and was an early supporter of emancipation of slaves. As a tribute to his father, he created a home which he called “Nevis”.

John Church Hamilton was a lawyer who fought in the War of 1812, and devoted decades to writing a biography of his father and sorting throughout his papers. 

William Stephen Hamilton was “charming, handsome and eccentric”. He studied at West Point, fought at Black Hawk War, surveyed lands in Illinois and lived on the Western frontier. In 1849, he was drawn to California because of the gold rush, and opened a store to sell supplies. He died there of Cholera in 1850. 

Eliza Hamilton cared for her mother in her later years and scolded her brother John at getting the seven volume biography done quicker. 

“Little Phil” Hamilton was a “kindhearted, sensitive man”. He married the daughter of Louis McLane, daughter of a member of Andrew Jackson’s cabinet. He served as an assistant US attorney under his brother James but leaned on altruistic pursuits and was a reputation of “lawyer of the poor”.

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Not What You Thought (I’m Sorry, I Didn’t Know) pt.6

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Dan's ready to start his new life, as a boy. As Dan instead of Yazi. He's going to a new school in Manchester, where everybody knows him as Dan. Everything's going fine, except for when Nichole texts him and his binder is too tight and when dysphoria hits him like a fucking train. Oh, and there's that kid that sits with him behind the school at lunchtime and brings him food.

Dan’s hands shake slightly as he struggles to breathe, slipping out of Phil’s arms and practically running out to the bathroom, pulling his shirt off and then his binder, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting his head fall into his hands. He holds his breath until he’s forced to breath properly, a little whimper escaping past his lips.

He stands up in order to look at his body in the mirror.

There’s bruises all along his ribs, huge red marks where the binder cut into his skin along the edges, and fuck it hurts. A lot.

He runs a trembling hand through his hair, pushing it back up into a quiff.

He can’t put it back on. It hurts too much and he can’t really breath with it on.

But Phil’s in his bed. Phil who he kissed. Phil who cuddles up to Dan in his sleep and holds him tightly, like he’ll somehow be able to make the badness fade away.

He ends up leaving the binder in a crumpled heap on the ground by the bathtub, his hands shaking slightly as he puts the baggy sweatshirt back on. It really, really doesn’t seem flat enough. He hates it. But at this point, there's really no alternative.

He creeps back to his room silently, slipping under the duvet and staying as far away from Phil - like Dan was a tinted glass sculpture, looking solid from a distance, but the closer you got, the more aware you become of how transparent and flawed the work of art really is.

-

Phil’s not a quiet sleeper. He’s the type of person that drools onto your pillow and accidently steals all the blankets, or rolls over on top of you, or, in some cases, just plain falls out of the bed.

Being as it is, Dan’s not surprised in the slightest when Phil’s arm is slung around his waist. Not surprised, yes, but still uncomfortable. He felt like Phil was too close. He felt like he was lying there naked, all his flaws showing. Though Dan doesn’t actually move until Phil shuffles closer, like he’s going to put his head on Dan’s chest. He easily slips out from Phil’s loose grip, moving to the foot of the bed and sitting there, the tips of his toes barely touching the ground because he’s too short to lay his feet flat on the ground.

He lets his elbows rest on his knees and holds his head in his hands, closing his eyes and pressing his fingers against his eyelids until he saw dark red.

He didn’t feel right. He almost wants Phil to wake up so that he could distract Dan from his thoughts, but one glance at the snoring boy in his bed sent that thought flying away. He looked so pure, so peaceful and happy.

Whilst Dan was a complete mess.

Even though the binder’s off, Dan’s chest feels too tight to breath properly. Almost like his lungs are finally collapsing in on themselves. They weren’t, of course. But that didn’t stop the feeling of dread somewhere in his chest, holding him down, making it so, so hard to feel real happiness.

His hands move down from his face to his neck, pinching at the loose skin, just under his law line. He tries telling himself that the tiny red marks and stinging sensation that this causes doesn’t count as self harm. In a way it still does.

Almost unconsciously, he stands, making his way across his room and over to the window, throwing it open and then climbing up so that he could sit on the windowsill, his legs dangling out into the night’s cold air.

He sighs heavily, leaning forwards. If he leant forward anymore, he would surely fall, down, down, down, and then, splat. Flat like a pancake. Brains bashed in against the hard ground. Broken bones and a twisted neck. Could he? Should he?

He sits back up straight. In the end, there’s really no point. Life goes on, may as well try your best to enjoy it-- however impossible that may seem.

There’s a thick cloud cover, making it impossible to see the stars.

Dan leans against the side of the window and watches as the sun rises.

-

Phil’s all groggy and his voice is raspy when he wakes up. He sits up, early-morning confusion written across his features in the way his eyes squint slightly and his brow furrows. His eyes clear and his features are immediately showing alertness when his eyes catch on Dan’s frame, sitting in the window, practically falling out of it. He couldn’t even tell if Dan was awake or not.

Cautiously, Phil calls to the other boy; “Danny?”

Dan spins around, his face breaking into a smile when his eyes land on Phil.

“You’re a horrible sleeper.” He informed him, slipping down from the window and, thought to Phil he looked a bit self-conscious, sat on the edge of the bed with an air of confidence.

“G’morning to you, too.” Phil says, his voice still overridden by sleep. “C’mere.” He holds his arms out to Dan, motioning that he should come closer.

“Morning.” Dan hesitates. For a bit too long. Dejected, Phil pulls his arms back, frowning slightly at Dan.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Nothing,” Dan lies.

There’s a few moments of quiet before Phil speaks again; “...So, did you sleep well?”

Dan nods, uncomfortably crossing his arms over his chest, trying to hide his flaws from Phil.

“What’s wrong?” Phil asks again.

The dysphoria. Well, that, coupled with the exhaustion. It made him all moody and weird. He hated it, but he was too scared that if he came any closer to Phil, then Phil could somehow see through Dan’s sweatshirt and tell that he’s not cis. So Dan stays where he is, awkwardly perched on the edge of the bed, nearly as far away from Phil as he can get, like a bird about to take flight. Dan sighs. Thinking about it is really not helping.

“Did last night even happen?” Phil’s voice is so small, barely above a whisper, almost like he hadn’t been trying to speak out loud at all.

The kiss. It makes Dan sigh again. It’s too early for this kind of stuff.

“Of course it happened, you nerd.” Dan glances at Phil.

“Then why’re you acting like this? Do you regret it or something?” Phil crawls out from under the blankets, sitting down beside Dan, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the bed. His feet lay flat against the ground whilst the tips of Dan’s toes barely reached the carpet. It made Dan feel sick, like his size was just pushing what little masculinity he has left away.

“I don’t regret it.” Dan mutters, though his tone of voice and body language say otherwise.

“Then what’s bothering you?” Phil leans a bit closer, looping an arm around Dan’s shoulders and tugging him closer. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t talk to you about what’s bothering me,” Dan laughs, “I’m just a mess, Phil. Ignore me and my horrid mood swings.”

“Are you okay though?” Phil has genuine care and concern in his voice.

“Jesus, Phil, I’m not made of glass stop asking me if i’m going to break - I’m not going to break! I’m fine! I feel great! I love myself so fucking much!” He’s borderline manic at this point, hurriedly running a hand across his eyes to wipe the tears away before they really start rolling down his cheeks.

He feels heavy again, those damn bricks tied to his legs and his stomach, making it so hard to feel. He hates his personality when he gets like this - it’s bad enough on his own, but when he’s around people, it just gets so much worse. If he were to go to Nicole now, and tell her that he’s feeling this way, she’d get some cheap booze and find a party so that he could drink his feelings away and then get fucked into a mattress by some guy that he barely knew.

That was the cheap fix, the easy fix. He could blame everything on drunkenness, ignoring that it wasn’t the drinks that were fucking him up, it was the feeling that drove him to drink in the first place.

One glance in Phil’s direction makes Dan feel even worse, if that’s possible. Phil, ever so kind and considerate, now looks scared and sad and worried. Dan would do anything to wipe that crease away that had formed on Phil’s forehead.

Dan leans into Phil slightly, “don’t worry, you haven’t done anything wrong.” And Phil turns his head a bit so that he can press a small  kiss to the top of Dan’s head.

“Promise me you’ll be okay?”

Dan answers without hesitation, “I’ll be fine.”

-

It was not fine. Dan had excused himself to the bathroom, trying his hardest to get his binder back on but he couldn’t fucking do it. His shoulders and back hurt so much.

He gives up when tears sting his eyes, mentally telling himself that it would be fine for the day, that his tits weren’t big enough to see as long as he put on a baggy sweatshirt.

Phil’s sitting the bed, back pressed against the headboard, his head bent, looking down at his phone, though he snaps up when Dan closes the door behind him, effectively turning the atmosphere into one much tenser than it had been before.

What had Phil said the previous night? That he wanted to talk about what had happened?

Dan didn’t want to have to go through that. Did Phil really want to date him? Would he still want to date him, if he knew who Dan really was? Who he really is ?

Because Phil’s different. He’s not like all the other pointless fucks at parties. He’s so much  more because he has pretty blue eyes and a mouth that tastes like strawberries and stardust, instead of liquor and desperation. He’s not even trying to think of his past, but it creeps up on him none the less, forcing him to relive past memories.

-

Loud. Voices filtered out by some pounding music, accompanied by lyrics that have no relevance to anything.

Bodies. People bumping into him, drinks spilling, a stained carpet and couples sprawled across couches, their mouths connected wet and messy, their hands nowhere to be seen.

Liquid. Alcohol, a blurry vision and a smile that’s too big to be genuine. Feet stumbling up the stairs and a loud giggle from one of the rooms to his right.

Another person bumping into him, another apology tumbling past his lips and a smile tugging at the corners of his face, changing him into something that he’s not. It smells worse upstairs. Sweat and sex and heat and booze.

Memories of something push at the borders of his mind but they don’t mean anything as he pours what little is left from his cup down his throat. He winces at the burn. Hard liquor had really never been his style.

But this was a new him, a different him. Someone whom he wasn’t, or rather just the person who he desperately wished he was. Someone better, stronger, tougher. Someone who wasn’t broken like he was.

Another person bumping into him and his vision is so blurry that he barely recognized the person getting all up into his face, “Watch where you’re going you fucking idiot!”

That’s when he stumbled backwards into another person, who glared at the shitfaced boy before sauntering off, a girl hanging off his arm.

“Go home!” Someone else shouted, their voice way to slurred to be directed at him.

The party had been Nicole’s idea. And now she was nowhere to be found. She could be in one of the bedrooms, being fucked into oblivion by some guy. Or, in one of the bathrooms, snorting cheap cocaine off mirrors. Perhaps she was just in the kitchen, on the floor, covered in her own vomit, too drunk to move. Or maybe she left without him. Alternatively, she could be looking for him. But really, he doesn’t think so. She’s just not that kind of person.

When someone crowds him up against the wall by the top of the stairs, their eyes rimmed with red and their drunken breath washing over his face, Dan’s conscious enough to press his hands against the guy’s hips, raising an eyebrow and pulling him closer.

Something feels wrong but all that matters to him right now is that Nicole isn’t here when she should be and he just wanted to forget everything - wasn’t that the reason that he’d come here in the first place?

-

“Dan?” Phil’s voice is right in his ear, real and in front of him, his hands lightly on Dan’s hips. So light and gentle that Dan can barely feel them. “You okay, Danny?”

Dan lets out a long breath, slumping forewards against Phil’s chest. “I’m a fucking mess.” He hisses, more mad at himself than anything else.

“That’s fine.” Phil says, “Everybody’s a mess sometimes. At least you’re a cute mess.”

“Shut up.” Dan laughs, pulling back just enough to punch Phil’s shoulder gently.

But Phil just rolls his eyes and pulls Dan close again, “I guess I’ll just have to hug you until you feel better.” Dan wedges his hands between Phil’s chest and his own body, pushing him back quickly before Phil realized how definitely not-flat his chest is.

Dan kisses Phil’s cheek lightly to make the hurt look leave Phil’s face. There’s an uncomfortable feeling somewhere in his stomach that’s telling him that Phil will find out, but he does his best to ignore it.

A/N; hi lol u dont have to read this but yEA thought i'd get it down anyway incase y'all want 'regular updates' or whatever (lmao ur never gonna get regular updates from me)dasykguefhk anYWAY HERE IT GOES;like dan in this story, i am a /complete/ mess. im literally failing school because of how shit the school program is, coupled with my procrastination/anxiety it's vv difficult for me to get anything done which means that my parents are always pissed at me for bein lazy and attention seeking. . , , ,., in addition to that, i have been forced to get a job which is causing me great amounts of stress. As well as those things, i have entered the pbb /and/ am still working on my other chaptered fic which takes up, ,,., ., all of my time.tldr; im v stressed & am on the verge of a mental breakdown (yet again) so chapters from now on will be shorter/probs not as often.im sorry i really am but im just trying to keep myself as mentally healthy as possible rn <3 -cas