#Philza is an elytran

[the-fox-inc]

Bloody Curses - Ch 1

Welp, decided to post this little fic on tumblr as well, so here goes nothing

WARNINGS

This chapter contais: strong language; depictions of blood and injuries; character feeling pain, fear and alone

Word count: 3.4k

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Only after considering each other friends Technoblade and Philza decided to go into the treacherous place called Nether; an infernal dimension that is constantly on fire, no water to be seen in its abysmal confines of red mazes and dangerous creatures that seen to have the sole objective of causing your Death. Even tough their friendship was new, and bonds weren't strongly formed, they decided to rely on each other with their own objectives in mind -- it was a trip that needed to be successful if they wanted to go back to their comfortable routines and time was ticking by. But after everything goes into chaos they can only ask themselves if they will be able to leave alive, or if their minds will be consumed by the hellish dimension.

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Technoblade Never Dies

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“Techno!” Philza’s raspy voice echoed into the red and orange abyss while he looked down towards the moving rivers of lava and huge pits of fire -- where his friend had just fallen into. 

The scream that bordered despair reached the far confines of that huge and seemingly never-ending cavern system that glinted in different shades of red, yellow and orange. Just for it to echo back into his ears with no answer. 

This was a bad idea from the start. 

He knew it. 

And now Techno was nowhere to be seen.

Philza heard the cracking sounds of old withered bones hitting one another as the skeletons made their slow approach. The young man frantically looked around, but his mind was still trying to process what had just happened to his friend.

They were in a bastion. The brutes had discovered their disguise and decided to attack both of them. Not having enough food to keep up with what was most likely going to be a long and costly fight they decided to leave. The half-pigling managed to hold the aggroed piglings back long enough for the elytran to dig a small tunnel as an improvised escape route. 

Without having enough time to think where his little tunnel would lead them, Philza kept digging until he found a small cavern system. The winged man closed the tunnel right after Technoblade managed to fit through the thigh gap, finally separating them from those gold-thirsty mobs.

“Shit mate, we didn’t even manage to get any gold from that!” Philza mumbled while looking towards the recently closed wall as he breathed a sigh of relief -- his feathers lowering down from their previous panic. Before he could say anything else he felt Technoblade’s rough hands over his shoulders as the halfling effortlessly rotated his feather-light body to look towards the back of the cave.

That was when Philza’s chin dropped to the netherrack floor. Way back into the tunnel were some old-looking bricks of something that seemed to be an ancient building from forgotten times.

“We should go have a look at it” Technoblade almost whispered; his gaze fixated on what Philza could only guess to be a potential jackpot of loot, old scriptures and ancient magic.

“Nah Techno, I think we did enough for today. We should head back now” The elytran disagreed as he looked towards their equipment.

His gold armour was almost broken, his helmet and boots were missing. His leggings and chest plate could still handle a few good hits but he didn’t think they would last a lot of scuffles.

Techno’s helmet and boots were also gone, but his enchanted iron chest plate should protect him a bit longer, since it didn’t seem as beaten up as Philza’s gold one.

They both also had scratches and burnt markings here and there, however, they didn’t have much food left to help with healing, and should probably ration it for now.

“We could always come back later, mark the path we took and all” Philza added while his hand gripped his trusty pickaxe; which seemed to be in its last legs as well.

The elytran simply didn’t feel like exploring some old ruins of who knows what. They already had a close call today with the piglins back there and he wasn’t about to have another one.

Technoblade seemed to think it over, scrunching his nose in the process while looking towards the brick path; wondering what kinds of things they may find lurking inside of it. “Phill” He said “I’m making a call here. I’m going in there, if you want you can wait here, I’ll be back”

The halfling started to move forward with determination. They had already been on this small excursion of theirs for what felt like some days now and Philza’s worried that they might run out of food sooner than they expected -- Techno doesn’t have time to waste if he wants to finish this in a single trip, which would be ideal.

Philza knows why Technoblade wants to search that place so badly, but he still feels like they could always come back. It’s not like they are on a time limit or something!

The elytran grunted and looked down towards his iron pick, he could start mining an exit while Techno explored, but something kept on nibbling at his insides. Sighing, the man put his pickaxe back into his backpack and hurried his pace to follow his crazy friend.

Techno’s pointy ears slightly moved when they picked up the soft steps of the elytran, but the man kept on walking; the slower pace he took was the only indication that he was happy his friend would tag along in his decision -- reinforcing his belief that bringing Philza to the Nether was the right choice.

As they reached the end of the small red cave, more and more of those dark odd bricks started to appear and pile up on each other -- soon they found themselves inside a structure that seemed to have its bricky walls fused with the walls and ceiling of the constricting cave. Netherrack was progressively being taken over by those odd dark bricks until nothing of the cave was left, completely substituted by whatever this place may be.

The inside of the structure appeared to be somewhat bigger than the cave itself, although it still felt very constricting to Phill; the dark walls seemed to shrink into his direction, making him feel even more claustrophobic.

The elytran and the halfling walked a very short distance before they finally found their first chest. Techno advanced with caution though, noticing the pile of charcoaled bones by its side; as if a poor soul attempted to open it and was burned to death -- turned into ashes by some kind of hidden enemy or trap.

Techno strengthened his grip on his axe while Philza took out his sword; even though he wouldn’t be much help now. Not that Technoblade thought of Philza as a weakling, the elytran was actually a very strong and skilled fighter -- able to track down and kill targets with ease as he flew through the ocean-blue skies back on the Overworld. But the halfling knew the man felt very constricted inside such tight spaces where he couldn’t lift flight nor stretch his wings.

The longer they stayed inside, the harder it was for his friend to fight; he already noticed Philza’s breathing coming in short and rapid breaths while trying to maintain his posture. Techno knew that if a fight ended up breaking he would have to fight for both of them.

The Nether was a treacherous place and going in with someone you couldn’t trust was a death sentence -- one Techno was not willing to take, being the reason as to why it took so long before he could even consider asking Phill to come with him into this dimension. And now that they’re here he can’t waste his time, he needs to find it.

That was the reason why Techno decided to approach and open the chest; the weak voices inside his head begging him not to do it was enough for him to completely ignore every single instinct and reasoning, everybody knew those old structures were treacherous but he ignored the warnings. And that was the reason why he was so surprised when something bad actually happened.

Philza‘s face was mixed with shock and anger at his idiotic friend, since he didn’t know what came over Techno for him to simply open an old chest without searching for any traps around.

Well, maybe he did but;

From that moment onwards only chaos ensued.

They weren’t even able to see what was inside the damned chest as the pile of ashes and bones by its side glowed a reddish-white hue and started to form something akin to a black-boned skeleton. Technoblade was able to kill it before the thing could completely form itself with a heavy blow on its skull, smashing the fragile charcoal bones back into ashes.

Both sighed with relief, but it was short-lived. The walls and floor cracked with bits and pieces of bones starting to come back to life. The strange reddish-white glow followed every single piece of damned bone and ash that was seemingly coming from every damn crevice on the old structure.

“Run!” Technoblade screamed as he started to run deeper into the structure. Both of them knew going back to their tunnel without any exit prepared was a death sentence; there were too many skeletons being brought back from the ashes that way and not enough time for Philza to dig. Their best bet was to find another way out.

Philza followed Technoblade as fast as he could, even though his wings felt heavier and heavier by the second and he started to lag behind. Noticing his friend was not able to follow him, Techno sprinted back and picked Philza up from the floor, carrying him on top of his shoulder as he would with a big and useless sack of potatoes.

The elytran, not having enough time to protest, let himself be carried inside of the constricting walls full of twists and turns that made Philza’s head spin even more. The black-feathered elytran was starting to feel sick and his vision started to fail him when they finally arrived at what looked to be an open portion of the old structure.

Without losing a second Technoblade dropped Phill to the floor so the man could gather his shit back together while the halfling prepared to fight any skeletons that came their way. He must’ve managed to lose them inside the fortress but mobs always found a way to them -- Always.

As Philza was put back down he finally felt like he could breathe again. ‘That’s why I hate the Nether’ the man thought while his vision and senses came flooding back. He managed to command his body to sit up as he looked around to examine his surroundings.

They were at what looked like a broken bridge that seemed to lead nowhere. Looking from the edge of the bridge the elytran could see a small drop to what looks like the ceiling of a boxed room and under it lava; a huge river of lava to be precise.

From the size of this place Philza can easily call it a fortress; maybe this broken bridge could be an old entrance point, but he can’t be sure until they search more inside of it. 

However, now is not the best time to be thinking about what this place is, instead, it is a great time to be looking for a way to run as far away from it as they can.

Looking from the top Phillza can also see a small ledge made of soul sand on the other side of the lava stream -- as if it was a small beach on the other side of an orange and yellow lake. It’s way too far for Techno to be able to jump to it, but if he could manage to hold Technoblade’s weight in the air for long enough… They may just be able to make that jump.

“Techno! I have an idea!” The elytran said excitedly, but as he turned back to look at his friend he saw him fighting two of those black skeletons. 

Contrary to the common archers found on the Overworld, these beasts made of bones were holding stone swords, they also seemed to be stronger and bigger than their normal counterparts, slightly towering over Techno, who was already very tall.

The half-pigling managed to block the first skeleton’s attack with the cable of his axe while the other one lifted its sword. Techno knew he would take a hit but then he could unbalance the skeleton he was blocking long enough for him to kill the one that was dealing the hit.

What the half-pigling didn’t expect from that attack though, was for it to hurt. Techno wouldn’t have known why it hurt so much if it wasn’t for Philza’s shocked gasp from behind him, prompting Techno to fastly gaze at the wound and see the skin on his arm turning black with something and starting to rot away with little specks of what seemed to be black ashes? leaving the wound and flying away with the currents of hot air.

Techno has been into so many battles that he grew fairly numb to the pain, however, this was new. 

He had never felt this kind of pain before.

Not wanting to prolong his fight with those mobs, and finding out what else they may be capable of, Techno pushed the one he was still blocking away from him. While that skeleton was busy trying to balance itself, the halfling killed the other one, which had managed to hurt his arm, with a single masterful strike to its skull; shattering the bone with his axe, turning the mob back into ashes.

Knowing that he couldn’t take another hit Technoblade simply threw his heavy weapon towards the head of the other skeleton with such strength its skull cracked and its bones fell to the floor in another pile of ashes; followed by the metal clanking of his axe when it fell down alongside the remains of the vile mob.

Looking back at his wound, Techno saw that a good portion of the skin had disappeared, alongside a portion of his muscle, leaving behind a long stream of red blood that started to seep out of him. 

Noticing that the black goo, venom, poison or whatever that was disappeared; only leaving behind a tingling sensation in his arm, which he decided to ignore, for now. The half-pigling picked his axe from the floor, taking care as to not touch the broken-ashy bones of his defeated foe -- who knows what they can do to him?

“Techno, are you alright?” Philza asked lifting up from his position on the floor, he saw when Techno's upper arm was consumed by whatever that black thing was before disappearing and leaving a nasty wound behind. The elytran finally concluded that;

This place is way too dangerous for them.

Techno nodded as he lifted from the floor after gathering his axe back from the mob's remains, with some annoyance visible in his eyes looking towards the charcoal that seemed to cling to the weapons cold metal. His ear twitched with Philza’s voice, but he also heard a fire noise in the background that wasn’t there before. This wasn’t anything to be concerned about because they are in the Nether where new flames are always appearing out of thin air -- principally this close to lava, but something told him that this was different.

The sound wasn’t like any normal fire.

Narrowing his eyes and deciding to trust his instincts more, for now, Technoblade quickly looked away from the halls that led inside that huge structure, his attention immediately turned to something behind Philza. Another mob he had no recollection of ever encountering in his life was there.

The yellow and orange creature was flying as a ghast would, it had a lot of small yellow rods rotating around it in what seemed to be a protective way. Flames burned in what Techno assumed to be its core located in the middle of the rotating rods. For a second, he wasn’t sure what the mob would do, but then he heard as the flames grew hotter and hotter; the rods separating as if it was preparing for something...

“PHILZA DUCK!” Technoblade screamed with the loudest voice Philza ever heard the man use, his eyes and mouth opening in what resembled fear, but was more likely concern, for less than a split second. Knowing and trusting him the elytran ducked without a passing thought just to feel when concentrated balls of flames went over him, hitting the opposite brick wall, one of the dark bricks falling down to the floor from the sheer impact. 

With a very understandable amount of fear Philza felt his feathers heating up to concerning degrees;

“SHIT” Philza cursed as he furiously tampered with his cape and did his best to keep his wings put -- moving them around in despair would only feed the flames and that was a nasty way to go… 

While he concentrated on covering his burning wings with his cape to stop a fire from beginning Philza briefly saw Techno, whose face changed from concern to rage, as the man was running and JUMPING OFF THE MOTHERFUCKING BRIDGE!

When the elytran finally managed to cover his wings; feeling the fire finally dying off, only after understandable amounts of cursing and panicking, he ran and looked down into the fiery abyss as everything seemed to be quiet. Too quiet… 

For the first time in a long time, Philza felt very much alone.

“Techno!” Philza’s raspy voice echoed into the red and orange abyss while he looked down towards the moving rivers of lava and huge pits of fire -- where his friend had just fallen into. 

The scream that bordered despair reached the far confines of that huge, seemingly never-ending cavern system that glinted in different shades of red yellow and orange. Just for it to echo back into his ears with no answer. 

This was a bad idea from the start. 

He knew it. 

And now Techno was nowhere to be seen.

Philza heard the cracking sounds of old withered bones hitting one another as the skeletons made their slow approach. The young man frantically looked around, but his mind was still trying to process what had just happened to his friend.

After seconds, that felt more like minutes, the elytran knew there was not much he could do when the skeletons finally appeared from inside the dark mouth of that monstrous structure. Philza tried to open his wings just to remember that his cape was still over them -- not constricting them enough to be bad, but just enough that he couldn’t spread them out all the way. 

When the man frantically tried, and finally managed, to free his wings from the piece of clothing the skeletons were too close for comfort and he decided to jump, but not before one of those cursed mobs could manage to snag a good grip on his right-wing. But hey, at least the fucking fiery ghast was nowhere to be seen!

Cursing his luck the man felt himself falling from the bridge, accompanied by the pain of a few ripped feathers soon followed by a type of pain he had never imagined even existed. It was as if his whole right wing was put under lava, burning in an indescribable feeling that only led to a white burning pain. His flight started to turn into chaos. 

Philza could barely keep his right-wing open with that almost numbing pain. The man tried to concentrate on his left wing to try and avoid falling into lava but it seemed useless because a solo wing couldn’t do all the work by itself. 

It didn’t take long for his flight to turn into total chaos with a single wing flapping uselessly by itself and sending him almost directly into lava. The tips of his golden hair started to turn black from how close he was from the death river as he felt the heat licking his entire body. Soon enough, tough, the man felt himself falling face-first into the soul-sand ledge he had previously seen from the bridge.

The last thing Philza remembers was cursing his rotten luck once last time before the world blacked out on him.

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Fic on ao3

Animatic that inspired this fic - By Casserole :D

[blueberrysnake]

Tommyinnit pog

Summary: I maybe made a backstory for OSMP Tommyinnit… just a little bit.

Chapter 1/1

On ao3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37840942

Word count: 3490

The young avian was never able to see the sky until he finally escaped his capturers at the ripe age of 10. His parents were killed when he was 5 for their valuable wings so he was forced to endure the painful abuse the kidnappers that referred to themselves as the ‘Four Muffinteers’ decided as acceptable.

Unfortunately for the child, they didn’t exactly think highly of avian hybrids. Or any hybrids for that matter, ranking the #1 most cruel hunter group in all three worlds!

Long story short, the young avian never had a good childhood. And now he found himself running away from the Four Muffinteers base as fast as his scarred, scraped, and bruised legs could take him.

Out of breath, because of his body never being satisfied with the lower quality air that was plentiful in low altitudes, the young blonde sprinted as far as his legs could take him.

He eventually decided he was far enough away, albeit after hours and hours of running, and let the stabs of hunger and pain plague his body as the adrenaline finally runs out.

He looks around for any type of food in the immediate vicinity, spotting an apple tree not too far away.

The 10 year old heads over to the tree and begins to climb, with his shaky weak limbs and malnourished body struggling greatly. Not that he would tell anyone that. He’s a big man!

As he finishes his climb, the sun began to set. The boy noticed this, but had no clue what terrors awaited at night. He was feeling really drowsy, never truly having had a good nights sleep since the place he was held captive was below ground, not that he knew the reason why.

He didn’t know anything about how avians worked, let alone anything else, so when he heard a loud groan that came from a green gross looking figure, he didn’t know exactly what to do.

His parents weren’t really ever allowed to see him, so they couldn’t tell him of the dangers of the outside. He decided that whatever the creature was, it wasn’t good.

So he climbed. And climbed. And climbed. He climbed so high that the branches higher up bent if he put his weight on them.

The boy looked down, and saw multiple green men, all moaning and groaning. He elected to stay up the tree for the night.

Skip ahead a few hours, and the sun is beginning to shine on the horizon, casting its light along the plains biome.

The blonde haired child woke up from his light nap. Disoriented, he attempted to figure out where the heck he is.

He remembers his whereabouts, and the creatures at the bottom of the tree, and he looks down at them. Unfortunately for him, they are being burned alive, and they stink.

After the last of the green creatures get burned, the boy hops down onto the grass. He chooses to walk in one direction, in hopes to find food. He sees a few more trees in the distance, and decides to check there.

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It’s been many years now. The blonde haired child has turned 15. Not that he knows that. He has however gotten very good at scavenging for berries and plants and such, avoiding eating meat ever since the incident. His stomach can tolerate meat more than most avians, but it feels extremely uncomfortable and he hates meat with a burning passion.

He has learned to barely ever travel at night, but to also be extremely cautious traveling in the day. He has many great skills, like fighting of monsters with a makeshift axe that he made himself out of a rock and some branches and some vines.

Everything was pretty uneventful for a few days. The boy was gaining more knowledge of the food not to eat, by first feeding some to local wildlife and waiting a few hours.

He had seen a lot of things die because of that. It’s not his favorite, especially when the berries were served to the animals in bulk, but it’s one of the few ways he survived this long.

As the sun went down, he climbed a tree, and settled in for a restless night. He never tried sleeping higher up, or even going higher up, even though his lungs were begging for it.

Then he heard the moaning and groaning. And the rattling. Lots of it. Scared, the boy looked down, and saw nothing.

He looked to the clearing, and there it was. A man, about the same color the sky makes when it’s rainy. The man had two wings and was see through as well.

But most importantly, the man was being chased.

The blonde boy rushed down the tree, and ran up to the closest monster he could. It was one that was white, and tackled it, effectively killing it. He ran over to the other monsters, and did the same.

The other man looked at the blonde boy when all the monsters were killed.

“Thank you so much!” The man exclaimed, as he tried to get within 12 feet of the blonde boy to clearly take in the boys appearance.

Startled, the blonde boy looked around frantically for the safest way of exit. As the man approached, the blonde decided to run away, not noticing the trap that was in his path.

He neared the trap, not looking at it, but instead at the man, and activated it. Unfortunately for the boy, it trapped him in a thick rope that was painful to chew on.

The man chased him, and saw the child was trapped.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. I didn’t mean to spook you earlier. I’m sorry. My names Wilbur, and I’m gonna help you, okay?” The man (Wilbur) said in a soft tone, trying to sound non-threatening.

Unfortunately for Wilbur, that just made the blonde struggle even more. His wings were pushed at an awkward angle already, but all the struggling was making his wings ache and begin to bleed.

Wilbur noticed this, and grabbed his ax very quickly, in order to free the young boy. He managed to get a good hit on the rope, and the whole contraption fell apart, the child along with it.

With a yelp of surprise, the boy fell with the rope into a pile on the grass. Still tangled, he attempted to get free. Unfortunately he only got himself more tangled in the process.

Wilbur saw this, and untangled him in one swift motion. The boy just stared up at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

The boy tried to slowly rise to a standing position, but with all the commotion happening, he had injured his ankle. He knew this because it was incredibly painful. Also because when he put his weight on it to stand up, he immediately let out a cry of pain and collapsed onto the floor again.

“Are you okay?!?” Wilbur exclaimed, extremely panicked that the child was injured.

“H-hurt… this.” The boy supplied, pointing to his ankle, trying his best to be coherent after years of not talking.

“Okay I’ll take you to some shelter because the sun is beginning to rise, just try not to move it.” Wilbur said, attempting to comfort the boy, however that just made him panic even more, because he barely understood most of the words.

The blonde haired child was very paniced, and he tried to scoot back away from Wilbur frantically. Wilbur of course noticed this, and went to pick him up. Tommy panicked even more, and went to bite him.

He missed, and went to kicking Wilbur instead with his good foot. When Wilbur blocked his attacks and went to carry him bridal style, he started to cry, not that he would admit that to anyone because he is a big man!

Wilbur began to walk towards his bag which was left discarded on the edge of the clearing right before the attack started, and the blonde boy noticed this. He contemplated asking if they could retrieve his own stuff or not.

“Me have things too. We get them?” The blonde tried communicating with Wilbur.

Luckily Wilbur somehow understood him, and told him to point wherever his stuff was, which quickly led them to a tree. The child went to climb up it, only to be stopped by Wilbur.

“No. You stay. I go.” Wilbur explained, as gently as possible, and as simple as possible because he didn’t want to scare or confuse the child.

Wilbur eventually got to a shaky high up branch near the top of the tree. He grabbed the sack that was plagued in holes of various holes. The strap was almost disinterested and the leather it was made of was extremely worn out. Wilbur had to wonder where the boy got it from.

As Wilbur made his decent, (from the tree, not into madness like in dsmp cannon) he noticed the sky growing even more lighter than before, and realized that they had to find a cave, and fast.

He finally made it to the base of the tree, to find the kid asleep. He tried to lift him up without waking him, but Wilbur was unsuccessful in the matter.

The kid’s eyes shot wide open, and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel bad for the child.

“It’s me. Don’t worry.” Wilbur tried to reassure the boy. It seemed to work, that or the boy was just very tired. Something told Wilbur it was the tired option.

The two made it to a cave that they were able to find shelter from the sun in, because of Wilbur being allergic to it.

Wilbur set the kid down carefully, and began to attempt to asses the wound. The ankle looked to be just very swollen and not broken.

Once he made sure there was no real danger, like broken bones or bleeding, he decided to go to sleep. Making sure to not intimidate the boy by moving to a far end of the cave.

The kid was a very light sleeper and awoke to any noise the cave made. Wilbur also noted how the boy seemed like he really wanted nothing more than a full and uninterrupted night of sleep, if not longer than that.

By the time the sun made its plunge behind the distant mountains, the two were extremely hungry. Painfully hungry.

Luckily for the younger boy, he had some fruits and berries to munch on. Unfortunately for Wilbur, there was no meat in his bag left from previous nights.

The blonde noticed this, and debated sharing his food. Eventually, the child arrived to a decision.

“H-ey! You take little me food, you have no.” The child asked the older man. Wilbur accepted the younger’s offer, and then offered something to the boy.

“Do you want me to teach you common?” Wilbur asked. He noticed the speech pattern

Of the child, and noted how he didn’t seem to know much common.

The blonde stared at Wilbur, clearly searching if he could be trusted. Soon, he responded with a sound of agreement.

So the two spent the rest of the night talking. Trying to communicate. And it lasted like that night after night. Three days later, Wilbur asked the blonde a question that he had no answer to.

“What’s your name by the way, I never learned it.” Wilbur asked the younger, as a conversation starter and a language practice.

“I- uhm…” the blonde sputtered as he tried to think. Tried to come up with an answer to the question Wilbur asked him. He knew what a name was, but he didn’t think he had one.

“I don’t think I have name.” The blonde finally answered, clearly confused.

“That’s alright, we can make one up for you!” Wilbur replied with a grin.

The two began to bounce ideas off of each other. Wilbur giving most of them, and the younger only trying them out.

“Jakob?”

“No”

“Frank?”

“No”

“Mitch? Levi? Tommy?”

“No- wait… to-Tommy?” The blonde liked that one. Maybe this is his name.

“Do you like it?” Wilbur asked, excitement being barely contained as he didn’t want to frighten the boy.

“Yeah. Tommy!” Tommy replied. Happy about his new name.

The two spent the rest of the night laughing and talking, until the sun rose, and forced them to come farther back into the cave to escape the daylight.

Tommy and Wilbur had spent long enough in the cave, and now that Tommy’s leg is healed, they can continue their journey to safety.

Neither boy knows where to go, but there is a narrow opening in the mountains, so they decided to head over in that direction, as it looked like someone had carved out the pathway. They just had to hope it wasn’t from a hunter group.

After day or so of travel, they made it to the passageway in between the mountains. The sun was nowhere to be seen, so the boys started walking along the trail.

The duo made it to the other side with very little time to spare before sunrise, so they didn’t spend any time surveying the land before searching the nearby mountains for a cave.

Luckily for them, there was a cave and they hopped inside of it, Wilbur being glad he had shelter and Tommy just wanting to rest.

As they settled into the cave, Tommy decided to ask Wilbur something.

“I go look around? Check for safe?” He asked his traveling companion.

“Sure, just don’t go to far, and don’t get injured again!” Wilbur responded, glad he had a friend after months of traveling alone.

He had only just died a few months before finding Tommy, so he didn’t know really what his hybrid traits and such did. He was a normal non-hybrid before he died, right? Because of the weirdness of phantom hybrids, Wilbur doesn’t remember much more than blurred names and faces from when he was alive.

Tommy, however, seems to have a strong grasp on his traits, what he can and can’t do, what his strengths and weaknesses are, and how combat works. A clear sign that Tommy had been on his own for a while.

It amazed Wilbur that Tommy was doing so well with his communication skills. He really is a fast learner.

Tommy half ran, half glided into the cave, eyes wide and out of breath.

“There’s a gliding place there!” Tommy tried to piece together a sentence with his still limited knowledge of common. He hadent learned the words for ‘house’ or ‘floating’ yet.

“… Can you explain that better?” Wilbur asked, very confused. Tommy just stared at him, just as confused. The language barrier was still very prominent, especially in situations like this.

Tommy then tried for a good half of an hour explaining what the structure he saw was, but it was pointless, and Wilbur eventually told him they would check it out in the night.

Well the night came fast, and Tommy practically dragged Wilbur to the structure. It took Wilbur less than ten seconds to find what Tommy was showing him. It was a FLOATING HOUSE. He mentally facepalmed.

“Toms that’s a floating house.” Wilbur said, trying to teach Tommy at least the words to describe the structure, even if he was too shocked to teach him definitions to the words.

“Fuh-low-teen how-ce?” Tommy asked, not quite sure how to pronounce the new words he was given. Looking to Wilbur to see if he said them right, he realized Wilbur was moments away from climbing right up it.

“Wait. I don’t like tall places. I never been up tall.” Tommy tried to warn Wilbur.

“Oh uh okay how about I go up, and you stay here. I’ll only be gone for a minute though so don’t worry.” Wilbur replied, slightly concerned on how his winged friend was afraid of heights.

As he climbed up the ladder, he saw Tommy working on killing the very few mobs that were spawning, as he realized the boy was probably going to always be more experienced than he would ever be.

He reached the top, only to be immediately greeted by a tall man with wings similar to Tommy’s but also different. He had a white and green striped bucket hat, and big black feathered wings. Like really big.

“Hey- are you alright mate?” The unknown hybrid asked Wilbur.

“Ye-yeah uhm I’m sorry I didn’t mean to impose or any-anything like that I was just exploring around looking for safety with my friend.” Wilbur managed to explain to the tall man.

“Oh, well you are standing on a hybrid sanctuary at the moment! If you want you and your friend can stay here for as long as you want! My name is Philza Minecraft, Phil for short! What’s your name?” Phil asked Wilbur.

“My names Wilbur. Are you sure we can stay here and be safe?” Wilbur questioned Phil. His question was answered by Phil’s quick nod.

“Alright then I guess I’ll go get my friend then. He’s a little afraid of heights though so I’ll have to ask him if he wants to stay here.” Wilbur informed Phil.

“How about I come down with you then? Maybe I can help him?” Phil suggested. Wilbur replied with a resounding yes as he didn’t want to pass up an opportunity of safety.

Then Wilbur simply phased through the ground to go speak with Tommy. Phil flew down to meet the boy.

As Tommy saw a strange man falling/gliding down to him, Tommy got really scared and almost ran away to hide. That was until he noticed Wilbur right next to him.

So then when Phil got down the three all talked about staying for a few nights. Tommy of course was very cautious, because of a few reasons:

who EVEN is this random guy named Phil?

Why is this thing FLYING?

Seriously WHY

This Phil guy could be lying

So yeah, they were trying to convince Tommy for so long, the sun was almost to rise. Because of this, they actually did have to spend the night.

Tommy was too scared to actually climb the ladder though, so Phil of course had to carry him while Wilbur climbed the ladder. Tommy had to be carried bridal style in order to be safe from any danger of falling.

About three fourths of the way up, Tommy got extremely tired. The most tired he has ever been. So much so, he could barely keep his eyes open.

When they arrived at the top, Tommy was barely awake. Phil noticed this, and immediately realized that because of the child’s fear of heights, Tommy must’ve never gotten any decent sleep.

Phil noticed Wilbur’s worried look and explained to him the situation, while walking over slightly fast to a nest.

He set Tommy down, and by the time that Phil had led Wilbur to a room with less windows for less chance of burning, Tommy was fast asleep.

And he stayed that way. For days. It was a little less than a week before he woke up again, panicked and looking for Wilbur. Phil gave him some cold water and some bread, and Tommy had finished both within three minutes.

After a few minutes of being awake, Phil finally asked Tommy a question.

“What hybrid type are you?”

“I don’t know… sorry.” Tommy replied, barely over a whisper because if he messed up his common it would be harder to tell.

“It’s okay, mate. We’ll just figure it out together!” Phil replied, while thinking of defining characteristics of hybrids. When he realized he didn’t know of that many, he went to pull out a hybrid trait book out of his inventory.

After an hour or so of searching, they finally came across avian. It was the only thing that  matched Tommy’s wings. The description read as follows:

“Though avians are born without wings, like elytrans they grow their wings once they come of age. The natural born runners have wingspans naturally too small to be able to fly properly.  They have very few redeeming qualities. This species is nearly extinct due to excessive hunting for the rare wings. As of 20XX, fewer than 100 avians remain, passing the elytrans on the extinct chart. Avians are born allergic to meat, and are unable to fly. The species is predicted to become extinct within the next 20 years if no changes are made” Phil read aloud to Wilbur and Tommy.

“What’s allergic? And extinct?” Tommy asked very hesitantly, afraid of being judged by the men.

“Allergic means you can’t eat it, and extinct means that there’s no more left.” Wilbur replied.

The three sat in silence for a while. Tommy was one of the last avians alive. Then, they all decided that it would be safest to just move in with Phil.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Eret glanced up as their door opened, Philza stepped into their office, someone following closing behind him.

"Hey Philza, what do you need?"

The Alien gently tugged the hidden figure out from behind him.

"I need a translator for this one."

Eret's eyes widened in shock. Standing there was a human child, his white skin and red eyes gave away the child was an albino, despite his hair not being white, but a very pale pink instead. He appeared to be about 8 or so, but no older then 10.

"Phil? Where did you get him?"

"Earth Raiders. Trying to snag more of you before the Confederation could blockade the place."

Sucking in a shaky breath, Eret forced himself to stay away from the horrible memories of being abducted from Earth and then denied passage to return. Earth was uncontacted. The Confederation had decided humanity had to establish one off world colony before they would make contact, even if that means kidnapped humans could never go back home. They knelt down near the child, and held out their hand.

"Hi, I'm Eret, what's your name?"

A small, shy voice answered him.

"Technoblade."

"I bet you want to go home don't you?"

Even as they asked, Eret's mind was racing. The rules were different for children, an abducted child was always returned unless it wasn't safe for the child.

"I can't. Auntie said if she sees my ugly face again she'll kill me."

"What about your parents?"

"They died. It was my fault, Auntie said so."

Philza was almost hovering, Eret knew he was slowly learning english because his translator was an old one and could only communicate with other translators. He couldn't understand what he and Techno were talking about.

"So are they like an Avian?"

Eret almost startled at Philza's voice.

"An Avian?"

"Yeah, he's smaller than you. Is he like an Avian?"

And then Eret knew, if Philza knew Techno was a child, there would be no returning him. And that would be a good thing. Auntie did not sound like a pleasent person.

"No. He's a child. A human chick. And he's an orphan."

At the word "chick," Philza's pupils seemed to swallow his eyes. All Elytrans adored chicks. Eret quickly inserted the Translator implant behind Techno's ear and bid the two farewell. Techno would be in good hands.

(My idea for this is Techno is an 8 year old human. Save for a very few, all the others are Aliens. Phil originally thought Techno was like an Avian, a race that shares the same homeworld as Elytrans but are much smaller. But nope! Child! Wilbur's going to come back to the ship to find Philza making a PROPER nest for a child and be very confused.

Techno's parents died and he was taken in by a relative that insisted on being called Auntie. She is not a good person to put it politely. And Techno is an albino. Philza's going to bath that kid in Alien Sunscreen.)

Ohohoho, a delightful little set up. Love me a good alien AU with human Techno hehe. I also really like the idea of using somebody's instincts against them. Maybe not in a super malicious fashion here (and also I have a feeling Phil wouldn't really mind since it's for Techno's betterment and all) but there's still something pretty messed up about Eret knowing that establishing Techno as a child will make Phil project on him. That's fun!

[wheel-of-headmates]

woahhh this sounds so fun! Can i req an alter with the only specification being that its from origins smp? (also if its possible, could you not include the symbols? They mess with our screen reader and make everything sound like gibberish)

One non-stylized template just for you Nonnie!!!

Main Info Name: Philza Nicknames: Phil/Crow Father/Mama Crow Pronouns: He/They/Bird/Caw/Gold/Shiny/Hoard Age: Ageless, centuries old. Identity Info Gender: He has no concept of it, but is masc-aligned. Orientation: Demialterous/Panplatonic/Acesthetic/Panromantic/Asexual CisIDs: Schizophrenia + ADHD + Autism + OCD + MaDD + Hoarder Species: Crow Hybrid (Elytran origin) Radqueer Info TransIDs: Transgoldamian + Transmintscentic + Transchildhood + Transscars + Transhypersexual + Transcultleader + Transdictator Paraphilias: Panparaphilia MUDs: Possessive Attachment Disorder + Obsessive Love Disorder + Object Separation Anxiety Disorder + Dysphoric Isolation Disorder Extra info Role: Protector + Caretaker + Disabler + Replacer + Liasion Typing Quirk: Replaces Ls with 1s and Os with 0s, Ss with Zs. Source: Origins SMP Ref below!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

a how to train your elytran (a guide book to training elytra's)

by GHOSTLYBEING404

Long ago avians ruled the earth filled with flying birds and half humans. now that humans have arise, most commonly hunters of bird kind, must kill the birds or better termed avians.

techno has a choice to solve for his own being the ruler of his kingdom.

Words: 465, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: DreamSMP, HTTYD

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Other

Characters: Niki, Technoblade - Character, Philza Minecraft - Character, Wilbur Soot, Friend - Character, ghostbur as a twin of Wilbur soot, ghostburs name is casper, ghostbur is his own self, Twins - Character, Dream, George, Sapnap

Relationships: crimeboys, Emerald duo - Relationship, found family - Relationship, SBI - Relationship, kristen and phil, niki and ranboo - Relationship, tubbo and ranboo, niki and wilbur

Additional Tags: HTTYD AU, this is all I need right now based off of casseroles animation all credits go to her, or him, calm yourself you need a snickers, why, here we go again with the fanfiction

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

OSMP headcanon

Chickens are the infant stage of Elytrans

Avians are the childhood stage

And Elytrans are the adults

o!Tommy’s just been picking up orphaned eggs and being like Yes My Child Now

[sidecast-text]

Mumza origins wallpaper? Mumza origins wallpaper!!!

(you can use it but make sure to reblog if you do)

[ID: A digital painting of four characters from the Powers SMP. Three of them, Philza, Niki and Tubbo are sitting in an autumn field, with their backs to the camera. Niki is a merling, she has webbed hands, braided hair and is wearing a frilly dress. Philza is an elytran, he has birdlike wings and wears a shirt, jeans and a bucket hat. Tubbo is a bumblebee, he has membrane wings and is wearing a leather jacket, jeans and a shirt. All three of them are excited and are waving at Kristen, who is a giant deity like figure, walking midst the clouds in the background. She is waving back at them, and wears a large brimmed sunhat. Her hair and clothes merge into the clouds. End ID.]

[ray-ray-writings]

Hybrid!Reader Galore-SBI (and one Awesamdude)

So I am combining four different requests with this one post because I have recently discovered that I am allowed to do that hahaha. So instead of five separate posts, it’s one big post!! I hope you enjoy!!! (There is a bonus idea at the bottom, it is not SBI, rather a Sam idea and it is so amazing and is not mine, the idea comes from our very own Sunflower anon who has my whole heart.)

Elytran 

Well first things first, you guessed it. You have wings. You have beautiful wings that allow you to fly for miles and miles without getting tired. They are big and cover most of your back. When they’re not in use, they’re tucked in tightly to your back for save keeping. 

You and Philza are obviously very close. You and he can relate on so many levels. You spend a lot of time bonding over your wings. You know you can always go to him when you have questions about your wings and he is always willing to give you his knowledge, tips, and tricks on how to properly take care of your wings and stuff like that. I like to imagine that the two of you definitely help each other preen your wings. He more so you though. Like if it has been too long in his opinion he will force you to sit down on a chair so that you’re straddling it and your stomach is pressed against the back of the chair and he very carefully pulls the loose feathers and gets all of the grass and leaves and stuff out of your wings. Every so often you will return the favor, but because he’s been around so long he is practically perfect at doing his own wings himself and so he usually just focuses on you because you’re his kid and he wants to make sure that you’re taken care of. He gets a lot of the preening done when you two are sitting on the couch together and you’re snuggled up to his chest and his hand is just softly trailing up and down your wings. Smoothing out your feathers and carefully pulling out the ones that need to come out. It feels very nice and is very comforting. 

I also feel though that your brothers would also do this to you sometimes. Just when you’re having a conversation with one of them they will grab your shoulders and turn you around and you would be forced to talk to them as they pick at your wings. Sometimes Tommy is too rough and so he can only do it when he’s absolutely calm. I 100% believe that before his death, Wilbur was the best brother to go to for help with your wings when Phil wasn’t around. He has the hands of musician, steady and gentle hands but still calloused and rough from years of plucking at a guitar. So he would be really good at being careful but also would be very good at picking out the things that needed to go while also being good at, i guess, petting your wings. I feel like Techno would be okay at it, not as good as Phil and Wilbur though. I feel like Tommy could be too rough sometimes. I feel like there are two different Techno’s you could get. A soft and gentle Techno who is very careful when messing with your wings or a rough and quick Techno that just really wants to be done with whatever you’ve asked him to do. So you would have to catch Techno on a good day in order for him to be able to properly help you. 

Like Philza and Techno do, You and Philza go on adventures together all the time, only there is a slight difference obviously. You two go on flights. You two fly for hours at a time sometimes, not always have a particular destination in mind. You two just like to fly together. It’s such a freeing feeling. You two just fly together, feel the wind in your hair and your wings. The time is usually spent just chatting about anything and everything. It’s nice. You just get to spend a lot of time with your dad and you get to feel free and get to get away from all of the drama of the smp. I like to imagine that sometimes you two fly for so long that you get too tired to keep flying, but you have to get home. So Phil will pick you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, and he will fly the two of you home. He’s been alive for hundred of years and has had years of flying practice and so he almost never gets tired from flying and so he has absolutely no problem carrying you home if you’re too tired. Once you get a bit older and stuff, I also like to think that you’re able to do the same for your brothers, obviously not as long as Philza can, but you can pick them up and take them on a little flight around the server. Tommy would love it the most. He would cling to you, terrified you would drop him, but he would love being so high up, seeing everything and feeling free. He would love that he actually got to feel like a kid again. Wilbur and Techno would like it a lot less than Tommy. They would take you up on the offer every once in a while, but I don’t think they would like it that much. Like Techno would like to feel the wind through his hair and to feel free and not have to worry about anything, but I feel like he would just be hella scared that you’re going to drop him. He’s a big man and he trusts you a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re strong enough to hold him. Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of headcanon that Wilbur is scared of heights. I don’t know why, I just kind of get that vibe from him. So like on the very very very rare occasion where you take him for a fly, he spends the whole time clinging to you for dear life with his face buried in your neck and his eyes clenched tightly closed. You can’t help but laugh at him though. You asked him about it once, why he accepts your offer if he’s so terrified, his answer warmed your heart. “I just like spending time with you. Anyway that I can.” (Complete side note, Ghostbur on the other hand would love love love love to go on flights with you. Like would beg you almost every day to go on one.)

Ghast hybrid

Listen, I am not saying this to exclude anyone okay? Please don’t take it as that, but you would be pale. You would be so pale. It’s the ghast in you and so you would be so pale. Like I feel you would almost have to wear a hat or put on sunscreen every time you left the house in the overworld because you would so easily be burned. That being said, you definitely would thrive in the nether. Like the heat and the brightness of the lava wouldn’t bother you at all as you travel through your home biome. You would also be able to fly. You would move so smoothly through the sky. You wouldn’t have wings or anything like that, you would just be able to fly. But like it would be so funny to scare the hell out of Tommy. Like you two are arguing or something or he’s just being annoying and so you just start fucking levatating as you stare him down. He would 100% shriek and run away from you causing you to laugh. 

You always accompany any of the boys when they go into the nether for anything because no hostile mobs will attack if you’re nearby. Ghasts won’t shoot at you, hoglins won’t charge, blaze won’t fireball… you get it. Like the nether is your home and you are one of them, and they know that. You also are super good at navigating the nether. Think Human GPS but like half ghast GPS instead haha. You have absolutely saved the boys’ asses on more than one occasion. Like one time Techno wasn’t paying attention and he was just kind of walking around in the nether freely without thinking about it. He was going on and on about how it was nice to have you here but he probably could have handled it himself. He was right in the middle of telling you about how he probably could navigate the nether better than you when he literally walked straight off a cliff that hung right over a giant lava lake. You didn’t have time to laugh at his obliviousness. You knew that he couldn’t swim in lava, he may be a piglin hybrid that can survive the heat, but he absolutely could not swim in lava. So you very quickly ran right off of the edge of the cliff, flew down to him and just before he could sink into the lava, you grabbed him and flew him back up to the edge of the cliff. Once he was secure with solid ground under his feet, Techno would pull you into a giant hug. “Thank you,” he murmurs in your hair. You can’t help but giggle as you hug him back. “Of course. What was I going to do? Let you die? Besides, now we have prove of who’s the better nether navigator.” And Techno goes to argue but you just stare at him with a raised eyebrow and so his mouth snaps shut. You both knew you won that. 

So Ghast tears right? So when you get upset to the point of crying, you do your best to keep in the tears because when you cry, they literally leave tear stains. Like your cheeks are stained and scarred for the next few hours because of the tears. It burns and is a painful thing, so you try to avoid it as much as possible. Another thing that happens when you’re upset is you begin to breathe fire and shoot fireballs out of your mouth. You accidentally discovered this once when Techno wouldn’t give you back your axe and you accidentally fireballed him into a wall, exploding parts of the wall as well. So when you get angry/upset, you clamp your mouth closed and don’t speak. That is the telltale sign that you’re angry, when you go silent. Tommy loves to push you at this point. Saying anything he can to get you to… well explode. It’s only worked once. Let’s just say that Tommy’s clothes and hair got a bit singed and he didn’t mess with you while you were upset for a few months afterwards. 

Something useful about your tears is they can make regeneration potions. Obviously they aren’t full effect because you are only half ghast, but they still work. So even if you are crying and you are upset, you’re always sure to physically bottle up some of your tears when you do cry so that someone, mostly you or Techno, could make regeneration potions with them. 

Raccoon hybrid

TRASH PANDAS!!!! Okay, right, sorry. 

So we will begin with looks. You have little raccoons on top of your head, dark circles around your eyes, and a fuzzy black and white ringed tail. You have to take very good care of your ears and of your tail, making sure that it doesn’t get matted and stuff. I also feel you’re rather short. And sometimes you feel out of place among the absolute giants that are your brothers. 

I feel like you would get along the best with Tommy. THIS IS NOT AN INSULT AT ALL but like for some reason I get a raccoon type vibe from Tommy. So I feel like you two would just vibe very well together. You’re mostly nocturnal due to your raccoon hybrid and Tommy is a 16 year old hyper boy who doesn’t like authority that much. So like he very often can be found in your room late at night. The two of you laughing and just hanging out together. If you get him on a good night, he will carefully pet your tail or brush it while you talk. You two have bonded a lot and shared a lot of sweet moments through your nocturnal nights together. 

That being said, it does not stop Tommy from making fun of you. Raccoons are thought to be colorblind and Tommy knows this applies to you and does not stop making fun of you for it. “Hey Y/N! What color is this flower?” “Fuck off.” Because Tommy makes fun of you, you like to prank him a lot. Raccoons are actually very clever and this absolutely applies to you. You can move very quietly if you want so you manage to always prank Tommy really well…. That being said, you also find yourself very often ruining your own pranks because of how loud you can be. Have you ever heard a raccoon rummaging through your garbage at night? It feels like the loudest thing in the world lol. So sometimes you are accidentally careless and are very loud. 

Raccoons can fall from pretty high heights without getting hurt, so you would be able to do the same. It would have been a total accident of how you found out though. You would have been helping Tommy build a random cobblestone tower when he accidentally pushed you off the tower. You didn’t have a water bucket and there was no water below you, so you literally prepared yourself for the loss of your first canon life. Your body finally hit the ground and you were left a little breathless from the force of the hit, but nothing hurt. You checked your wrist and found you had only lost one heart. Even though you were completely fine, Philza still gave Tommy hell for pushing you off the tower and grounded him for a few weeks. Even though you know you’d be fine from a big fall, you are still very careful when you’re high up. Like I said, you know you’ll be fine, but you don’t want to push the boundaries. 

I feel like you have definitely been caught rummaging through the trash before. You were probably just bored and looking for something to do, or just something to play with and so on instinct, you reached into the trash and began searching through it. Philza would be the one to catch you. He wouldn’t even react too. He would simply let out a sigh, walk over to you, grab your arms and pull them out of the trash and walk you over to the sink before making you wash your hands. While you were doing that, he would take out the trash, making a mental note to get a more efficient/better way of getting rid of your trash. 

Cow Hybrid 

Yes yes yes yes. Okay okay. I love cows. Okay.

Starting out as always, appearance. So I think that you would have a few brown and white spots littering your skin. You’re entirely covered in them, but there are some on your arms, torso, and legs. You also have little horns that poke out of your hair. They’re a bit sensitive and your hair gets caught on them a lot, but they’re hella cute. You’re ears are where a human’s ears are, but they’re a bit bigger and a little more pink and flimsy than normal human ears. You also have a thin tail that pokes out behind you. You use it to swat things, mostly Tommy, away from you. When someone gets hit by your tail, it stings quite a bit. Your skin is rather tough, not like super tough, but like it has a rather leathery feel. So not only does it hurt when you hit people, but it can also be a bit harder for you to get hurt/cut and stuff. Which is rather nice. 

Something just random but hella cute that I like to think happens is that if you’re out walking, with or without your family, baby cows will begin to follow you. If they get far enough away from their parents and you happen to be nearby, they 100% will begin to follow you. It warms your heart a little bit, but it also worries you because you don’t want to upset their parents, but the adult cows just think it’s really funny. Like, it is so obvious that you’re not a full cow and that you’re barely an adult yourself, but the baby cows will still follow you and it is just so funny. 

I feel like when you get very frustrated, you begin to moo or let out huffs and puffs. The boys find it very funny, but also not to bring it up to you. One time Wilbur made the mistake of laughing out loud when you mooed…. You charged him and tackled him and broke the table. So now the boys have just learned to try and comfort you and then laugh in private. 

Listen I have seen many photos and videos of cows being petted and owners sitting in fields and the cow comes over and just lays on them and cuddles them and so like I feel that a lot of the times when you would find someone sitting on the couch or something, just chilling, you would try and cuddle up to them. Tommy and Techno wouldn’t like it as much, they would give you like a pat on the back before shoving you off. Philza would chuckle but allow you to rest there. Wilbur would absolutely let you cuddle up to him and oftentimes would wrap his arms around you and hold you to him. I also feel like he would be the only one to do it back to you. If you were just seated somewhere lounging around, Wilbur would absolutely flop down on top of you, crushing you a little bit, yes, but it is still nice… not having to be the one to initiate the contact. So you would just giggle and wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face either in his curly hair or in his chest, it depends on how he flops down on top of you. Wilbur would also absolutely pet and stroke your horns and would just let you relax completely against him. 

A lot of the time you can be found with a piece of hay hanging out of your mouth. I feel like you would just enjoy the taste but also just the feel of the plant on your tongue as you chew would be so comforting. Philza at first would try to take the thin straw out of your mouth but after you almost cried about it, he decided to just left it alone and let you do whatever you want. Tommy still tries to steal it from your mouth, but you’ve gotten good at chomping down on it and not letting it go. Techno gives you a little bit of a weird look but goes on about it. (It’s because he absolutely has tried it without you knowing and he hated it so much and he has no idea how the hell you keep doing it.) Wilbur I feel would be the one to help you keep your supply of it and would always get you a new one if you needed it. I feel like you would offer him one and he will sometimes accept it, but he doesn’t like it but he doesn’t want you to feel that your habits are weird so he partakes to make you feel better. Also for eating, you would love everything wheat based and would have a field day with things like that. You absolutely cannot and will not eat beef and you will not be around if anyone around you is eating it. It makes you sick to your stomach. So you don’t eat a lot of meat and you’re mostly vegetarian. Philza is more than willing to adjust his recipes to accommodate you and make sure that you’re okay at meal times. 

Minecraft cows avoid going into water at about all costs, so I feel like you would do the same. You would avoid everything from stepping in puddles to swimming across the river to even having a beach day at the ocean. I think you would be fine, it’s just the floating in water and having your feet not be completely on solid ground that you hate. Your family sometimes makes fun of you for it because they have to build a bridge of some kind or craft a boat for the smallest thing of water, but in reality they want you to be comfortable and so they do everything to make it so you could have your way when it comes to the water like that. When Wilbur becomes Ghostbur, Ghostbur likes to hang out with you a lot because you’re good company but also because he knows you don’t go anywhere near water, and he’s allergic to water so it works out very well for you. 

Cat hybrid w Creeper hybrid Sam

So 🌻 had this fucking amazing idea okay. Like all credit for this idea goes to her, I am but a simple writer that wrote it out a little bit more, but this was completely her idea and she has my whole heart because she has a big brain. It is praise 🌻 hours friends!

So you are the newest addition to the SMP, a cute little cat hybrid. You have cute, fluffy ears that sit on the top of your head and you have a matching fluffy tail that pokes out behind you. Everyone that has met you agrees that you’re very cute and very sweet to everyone. Everyone loves to be around you and loves to spend time with you….. Well almost everyone. 

As we have learned in previous hybrid headcanons, Sam is terrified of cats. It’s the creeper in him and he feels so bad that he avoids you so admently, but he cannot help the trepidation that swells in his veins when he’s near you. He has tried to approach you several times, tried to properly introduce himself, but he just couldn’t get close enough to you to do it. Sam had definitely asked others about you though and had fallen in love with you through the other’s descriptions and through watching you from afar, trying his best not to be seen. You weren’t dumb though, you knew he was there watching you. And when he took his eyes off of you, you let your stare turn to him as well. You let yourself stare at the man that refused to approach you. You, like him, asked around about him and you learned about him through others. You learned about how passionate he was about his work, how kind he was, how he had practically adopted a few of the minors on the server, how he was such a nice guy. It made your heart ache. If he was such a nice guy, why would he only watch you from a far then? Why wouldn’t he approach you? He must hate you… Yeah that had to be it, he heard about you, watched you for a bit, and decided that he didn’t like you… It made you hella sad, but it’s just something you would have to deal with and live with…. Oh well…. Better get building your house. 

Sam decided that he would try to make a move on you. He wanted to get to know you better through your own words and stuff, not just what others had to think about you. So he decided he would try to approach you while you were working on your house. Sam didn’t want to come empty handed, he figured he had already made a bad enough impression on you by not approaching you sooner, so he picks some flowers, roses and sunflowers because I’m a self indulgent bitch, and he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the plot of land that you have claimed as your own. He finds you working on the front wall of your house and he finds it very easy to approach you when you’re not paying attention to him. He is getting rather close to you, the closest he’s ever been to you and he’s really proud of himself. You must have sensed him, or heard his footsteps or something though, because your head snaps to look over your shoulder and your gaze locks with his and every single bit of confidence that Sam had worked up leaves his body. The fear of being around a cat fills him and he can’t help but let the flowers fall from his fingers and he sprints away. “Hey! Wait!” You call after him, rushing forward a bit, trying to stop him. But he’s gone so fast that you can only get to where he dropped the flowers before he’s out of sight. You can’t help but let out a sigh as you turn around. He must really hate you huh? Your eyes catch the flowers on the ground and you bend down to pick them up. Are these for you? They must be if he brought them here… Even if he did drop them on the ground to run away from you. Either way, you brought the pretty flowers to your nose and took a deep breath through your nose, inhaling the sweet scent. You can’t help the smile that curls on your face as you make your way “inside” of you under construction. You very quickly find a vase and get some water and set the flowers on a makeshift table in your house before going back to building the walls, every time your gaze catching the flowers, a grin growing on your face. 

Sam berates himself when he gets back home for how stupid it was for him to just leave like that. So he tells himself he is going to go back tomorrow and at least introduce himself to you. He will speak at least three words to you. The next day comes and he does as he’s promised. He gathers all of his confidence again before making his way back to your land. He freezes just outside the property line and sees that you have constructed your walls and you are now working on your roof. Your back is to him once again and so he lets out a deep breath before deciding to make the first move. “Hi there!” He shouts from his spot, about 25 blocks away from you. Your attention moves from what you were doing to the man that called out to you. You were very surprised to find Sam standing there. “Hi! Can I help you with something?” You call back. Sam takes a deep breath, happiness filling him at the fact you were actually having a conversation and he wasn’t running. “I uh, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Sam, it’s very nice to meet you.” You give the man a warm smile, “I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to finally meet you Sam… I must admit, I thought that maybe you hated me because you seemed to avoid me like the plague,” you tease, moving a few materials around before sitting down to face him. A blush that you can’t see spreads across his face as he scratches the back of his neck as he subconsciously takes a few steps forward. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t hate you… It’s just that you’re a cat hybrid and my creeper side doesn’t like that very much. I’m sorry I made it seem like I hated you.” It all made so much sense to you now and you couldn’t help but feel bad for feeling that he hated you. “Oh!” You let out, laughing at yourself causing Sam to smile, he liked your laugh. “That’s right… I forgot that. Well, I’m sorry I scare you” you claim with a giggle. Sam gives you a slight smile as he takes another few steps forward, “It’s alright, not your fault. Just both of our natures,” Sam claims eliciting a hum out of you as you nod your head. 

The two of you take the next few minutes to get to know each other just a bit better. Even though you scare him still a little bit, Sam can’t help but inch his way toward you. You notice this but don’t say anything about it, you only smile. 

Sam is telling you about his latest redstone project when it happens. You momentarily forget your on your roof and so you move to lean in closer to hear him better and it happens. You slip. You feel yourself falling from your roof. It’s pretty high up, easily at least 15 blocks high. You’re pretty relaxed about it, but Sam is panicking. He makes the split decision and he rushes forward and catches you in his arms. Half of his mind is screaming for him to run away from you by the other half is screaming for him to stay and make sure you're okay. You are very surprised to land in his arms but it is a very welcome surprise. You two lock eyes and you give him a big smile. “Hey” you greet casually. Sam gives a big gulp before giving you a nervous smile back, “Hey.” You have a very quick mental debate with yourself before saying screw it to yourself, “Guess you could say I fell for you huh?” The joke causes a bit of tension to leave Sam and he lets out a little giggle and shakes his head. “Guess you could say I caught feelings then huh?” he retorts with a cheesy grin. You blush a little bit before leaning up and kissing his cheek making him blush too. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Sam blurts out. You’re a bit surprised at the question but you very quickly nod, “I would love to Sam. Are you sure you’ll be okay though?” You ask him. He gives you a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Now that I know what it’s like to hold you I’m not sure I ever want to let you go.” The heat returns to your cheeks, but like a million times hotter now. You left speechless for a few moments causing Sam to chuckle and set you down, but his hands don’t leave your waist and yours don’t leave his shoulders. You two simply beam at each other for a while before Sam looks over to your house, “Do you want some help?” he offers. You give a series of quick nods, “Yeah that would be wonderful… Thank you.”

(So I was going to make it a little funny because cats don’t take fall damage and so like hybrid cat reader wouldn’t either but then I began writing the little scene at the end and I liked that a lot and I couldn’t find anywhere to squeeze it in without ruining the mood. So just please think about how Sam got over his fear of cats because he thought you were in danger of getting hurt, but you weren’t because fall damage doesn’t affect you, and so he caught you even though it terrified him… That’s all. Hope you enjoyed)

[iron-stripmine]

Concept: Osmp!Philza's wings are connected to his coat, which in turn is somewhat like a selkie's — He needs it to be an Elytran, and he could, in theory, take it off.

[the-fox-inc]

Bloody Curses - Ch 2

WARNINGS

This chapter contais: Nightmares; Character feeling fear; Character thinking the other may be dead

Word Count: 3.8k

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The sound of a nearby fire was almost pleasant to the ear. 

It was a snowy day outside and he was inside his old, cozy, cabin; hiding away from the sheer cold under layers upon layers of pelt and fur. A fresh mug of hot tea was by his right while a new book was begging to be opened for the first time to his left.

Even though he was comfortable a tinkle could be heard in his ears, coming from outside -- amidst the angry pouring snow and harsh blowing winds. A small noise that wouldn't leave him be. As if it was trying to warn him. As if… 

Something wasn’t right…

Deciding he could deal with it later Philza ignored the tinkling sound and sighed in contentment, making himself comfortable while snuggling even more under the heavy blankets, only for him to suddenly start coughing and racking; eyes watering. 

A cursed shriek invaded his mind.

A bell sang in the distance, louder and louder.

Black tendrils gripped and tugged at his entire body.

With the crack of a lamp; fire started to spread and consume.

Dark sand filled his nose and mouth. Pain suddenly flooded his system -- his right-wing was stinging like a bitch and, to be honest, his whole body was hurting as a whole.

Feeling miserable, hot and sweaty the elytran attempted to clean his sand-filled mouth with his right sleeve. Amidst coughing and racking he started pushing himself out of the ground on sore muscles. His face showed pure discontent as he glanced around for a moment, trying to catch up with what was going on. 

Not a second later; when his mind decided to remind him of how he ended up in such a predicament, Philza sat down and looked back towards the fortress, danger bells ringing inside of his ears, but he saw nothing. No fiery ghasts nor charcoal skeletons. They either despawned thinking he was dead or were still lurking around inside the damned place.

After finally managing to get back on his feet; with some wobbling and a huge amount of nausea, Philza patted his hair with his left hand to clean himself from the sand that seemed to cling onto him. The man looked around and sighed in tiredness as he let himself close his eyes for a split second to try and diminish his growing headache; which seemed to only increase with the amount of light the magma river was emanating. 

His hat was nowhere to be seen.

Techno was also nowhere to be seen.

At least he couldn’t see any mobs on this side of the lava river. But even though it felt safe the elytran knew the Nether was a treacherous place. He can’t yell calling after his friend; mobs he doesn’t see right now might find him with the noise and he is in no condition to fight considering how badly he got injured after his fall from the broken bridge; which seemed way farther than he previously anticipated. 

To be honest, it was pure luck no mob followed him or found him so far -- who knows how long he was out. For the time being Philza decided against testing what was left of his luck by calling out for Techno and started to look around once more. Light-blue eyes locked with scattered bits and pieces of the materials they had collected during their exploration currently scattered all around him, on the dark sand; alongside his red mantle and some other important supplies. Philza started to gather them all up, putting them back inside his bag, but only after cleaning what he could of the black sand that seemed to glue on everything it touched.

After collecting and cleaning everything he could see Philza checked if anything was missing. Alongside his hat, a few pieces of gold nuggets and some food items weren’t there; probably gone into lava or hidden away under dark patches of this strange sand which, looking closer, seemed to always form holes with screaming faces on them.

Looking around once more with apprehension at the discovery, which was soon turned into sheepish curiosity, the elytran got a small empty bottle from his bag; which luckily wasn't broken, and gathered some of the strange sand before finally deciding to get going, getting as far away from this big patch of sand as soon as possible… No mater how interesting the curses this places may hold, Philza is not considering acquiring one, he already had enough to occupy his hands as is.

In front of him was a crimson forest, behind him were a lava stream and a nether fortress (he’ll be calling that place this for now). Not wanting to venture into either of those he knew the best bet was the crimson forest -- at least he knew what lived there.

Stopping just to look around once more in search of Techno he finally decided to get moving, the halfling shouldn’t be that far, right?

...

Philza walked for what felt like hours, which were most likely very long minutes, before he decided he had to stop. His mouth was dry, his stomach was empty, he felt hot as fuck and, in general, he still felt pretty miserable. AND he didn’t even have Techno to complain to!

Feeling the emptiness, stressfulness and how solitary it was to travel alone in the nether he finally decided to find somewhere safe to rest. He was getting way too jumpy with the nether sounds and his fear metre was way too high for comfort right now when he knew he couldn’t fly with his wing still burning like it was in constant fire. His headache was also of no help when he felt like he could drop on the floor at any second with sheer exhaustion.

Alas, like the proud elytran he was, he found himself a cave to enter and hide away from anything and everything. Hey! At least it was a big cave and he didn’t feel much claustrophobic in there. But he couldn’t close the entrance or his head would get all messed up and he would lose all sense of up, down, left and right. THAT was not something he was willing to feel ever again. Nevertheless, between sleeping on the outside by himself or sleeping inside a cave he would rather take the latter -- at least he would be sure no attacks would come his way from his back, as Techno isn’t here at the moment to cover that front.

After eating and drinking his self-assigned rationed portion Philza decided he should rest for a little while. With that in mind, the elytran went as further as possible inside the cave, covering himself with his red mantle -- which now was basically a piece of clothing with more holes than actual cloth, in the hopes that any mob that saw it would think of him as another piece of netherrack. 

Philza sat down trying to shrink himself to the point of inexistence and closed his eyes, hoping for a fast sleep that would not come. The tired man only truly slept after long restless hours of waking up and fearing every little sound -- from the bubble of lava lakes to the hot winds and fungi sounds that were natural to the terrain.

-_-_-_-_-

Techno woke up with a start. Everywhere was aching and his vision was foggy, he could barely see what was in front of him.

Trying to understand the situation he looked back at his memories. He remembers the fortress, he remembers the skeletons and he also remembers the fiery ghast. The thing had almost hit Philza’s wings and Techno knew that was very bad, so he decided to jump towards the fiery creature with his axe in the hopes of taking it away from his elytran friend before it could cause too much damage.

The mob was not expecting Techno to do such a thing -- as it was way too reckless, (But Technoblade never dies baby, not even close!). Not knowing what to do the mob tried to shake Techno off of it by floating around recklessly while attempting to spit fire balls on the half-piglin. Techno, for his part, was hitting the mob with the wooden end of his axe non-stop in a chaotic battle until they both finally fell into the top of a huge crimson fungus ‘three’, going right through it and into the floor below. 

If he wasn’t dead then the mob has surely died from impact; being already somewhat damaged from Techno wildly hitting his weapon with blunt force at it.

Shaking his head, the half-pigling tried lifting up only to feel as if his legs were too short and his balance was all messed up; prompting him to fall back on the red floor before he could even get up on his knees. 

Trying to sit was also a very strange position, he felt like he was sitting, but his body felt all wrong, as if the position itself was wrong.

Frowning, he finally looked around, noticing how his height seemed to have increased? And even when he tried to get up to walk his height would remain the same? He also felt like he was walking on all fours for some reason. His body simply wasn’t moving to his commands properly. Techno tried to rub his eyes with his hands but they felt short and somewhat dulled.

While the halfling was contemplating what in the whole Nether might have been in that wicked skeleton attack his senses finally started to slowly come back to him in a somewhat tingling sensation. Techno looked down with a slightly better vision; now seeing a little bit further, and a little less red, only to notice that his body was covered in pinkish-red fur… His hands, or rather, paws had roofs on their ends and, as he moved and looked around his own body, he noticed two major things.

One, his clothes were all ripped apart around him so he was very much naked, even if he had fur covering everything. 

And two. He wasn’t human-like anymore…

Making a strange guttural pig-like sound when he tried to scream at this discovery did not help him in the slightest. Also, frantically looking around for Philza as the man surely -- S.U.R.E.L.Y, has some kind of magic fuckery to reverse this did not help because

Philza was nowhere to be seen.

This is how a legend of when piglings and hoglins alike stopped their usual fight to witness what seemed to be a huge furred hogling crashing down near them, howling pig-like sounds that none could understand while running around like a frenzied creature from the confines of the Nether started. 

But that is a story for another day.

After some panicked-filled hours passed by, Techno was finally calming down whilst feeling lost. He had no idea what the fuck he could eat as Phill had all their extra supplies -- which the elytran would bring for himself but would always end up sharing with Techno.

Strangely enough he felt fairly comfortable considering he is a very hairy creature inside a dimension that is literally composed of fire pits and lava rivers. But even though Techno was physically feeling well, his mental state was on the whole other side of the spectrum as he felt miserable, alone and stressed out of his mind with no idea of what to do.

In the middle of his panicked state, he searched around the lava stream near the fortress but his friend was nowhere to be seen and he started to feel lightheadedness by being there looking for Philza, so he kept on running and running around the fungi covered area, only managing to stop when he found his friend’s green and white striped hat alongside a lot of ripped feathers hidden away under some big red fungi not so far away from the lava.

That led to Techno’s current state of misery: him laying down on his side, much like a depressed huge hound that didn’t receive its treats, looking at his friend's hat and wondering if he will ever come back to take it.

Philza never leaves that damned hat behind. NEVER. Not when he almost got exploded by a creeper trying to get the cursed thing when it flew away in a strong gust of air in the middle of a forest, nor when he actually got an arrow in the knee trying to remove it from a jungle trap when it fell down onto the pressure plate.

And somehow, no matter how many times he loses it for the wind or even for the lava the damned thing comes back. It is as if the clothing is magic. It always finds a way back to its owner.

Techno huffed the bluish-black feathers with his hog like-nose (he is refusing to refer to himself as a pig, thank you very much). The only advantage he noticed thus far of his new body was that other hoglins seemed to respect and even fear him -- which meant they wouldn’t attack him. But annoyingly enough they would try to approach him only to be ignored, or even stared at, until they decided to go away; an unexpected advantaged to his ever unfocused eyes.

Piglings, for their part, did not dare to approach him. Not even if he was sitting still, as the visage of a hogling double their size, filled to the brim with big scars, huge tusks -- four in total, and thick, impenetrable-looking fur is enough to keep them at bay. 

The biggest disadvantage is his very -- VERY, bad vision. His hearing and scent are way better than before, but his vision only allows for him to see a few feet in front of him, everything else is a blurry mess that, honestly, feels like it’s all red.

Technoblade huffed once more, watching the feathers going up and down with the hot air currents of the nether before settling back down again; always near the hat.

The thing was almost destroyed, its brim was burnt, parts of the string that was used to fix it again and again were missing and some hole patches were falling down. It simply felt as if the hat had died in a way. As if it finally gave up trying to look for its owner.

Maybe because its owner was nowhere to be found…

Not wanting to think about it, Techno finally got up; gathering the hat in his mouth by the brim, and walking towards the fungi forest. He is getting pretty tired, and even though piglings won’t attack him when he’s sitting down, he is not confident enough to try and sleep out in the open.

Even more when he’s still so close to that cursed fortress.

-_-_-_-_-

Philza woke up with a start from one nightmare to another. He was very sweaty, his mouth was still dry, and his stomach was demanding more food -- food he needed to ration if he is-If he and Techno are going back home. 

Together.

Ignoring his hunger, for now, alongside a plethora of other feelings he probably should address but actively chose not to, the elytran looked around for his bag in the dark cave only to hear a sound that wasn’t there before. It was a repetitive sound, of air getting tangled somewhere… As if someone was snori-

With huge eyes Philza looked up and focused on the dark before him -- the nether was a dark place with only lava and fire to light things up, a cave-like dimension that is always pretty dark. But it still shouldn't be too dark to the point of disabling his vision; but the cave is definitively way darker than before when he first entered it…

“Oh, shit” The elytran whispered. Noticing that right in front of him was a huge hulking form that consisted of red-pinkish fur from what is most likely a gigantic hoglin-like mob; if he could try a guess from the hooves on its hind-legs.

Cursing his own luck once more since this day started… Or days… Who cares at this point! Philza started to work on his breathing to avoid panicking. The cave was pretty small before the huge mob -- and now it’s even smaller. If that thing decides to walk backwards into the cave and sit down he will be smashed and the mob won’t even notice him!

When the elytran finally felt like his breathing was somewhat controlled, to a degree, he moved slowly to gather his things back into his bag; angry at himself for leaving some food and his water canteen outside as a ‘future problem’ when he was trying, and failing, to sleep.

When everything was in his bag the elytran got up, ever so slowly, and started to move around the hulking beast. Uncommonly enough, the mob’s body was covered in very thick fur, with only the scarred tissue having a lighter fur both in colour and thickness. From what Philza recalled, hoglins bodies didn’t have that much fur. Maybe hoglins are a subspecies of this one? Or this one is an evolved version of them? Shaking his head the elytran went back to his task.

After carefully walking around the hoglin for what felt like an eternity, principally whenever he moved some netherrack pebbles and had to hold his breath in for what felt like minutes just in fear of the mob waking up, Philza started to see some fire-light peeking from behind the thick fur; shining amidst grey dots of ashes that danced through the fiery hues. 

Calming himself to not go any faster than he should to not wake the mob, Philza kept his careful steps only to see, with disappointment, that the space which was open was way too thin for him to go through without touching the mob.

His right-wing couldn’t stretch enough without making him feel dizzy from the pain and the exit wasn’t a straight line, so he was not confident he could go through it; wings stretched as far as possible, without hitting the hoglin on the way. No matter how much control he has over his feathery appendages, they are always a tad skittish and love to move around on their own accord, and he doubted he could stretch his right-wing all the way without if moving in pain and hitting the huge mob. 

Containing himself from doing something reckless, like sighing in exasperation at his luck, Philza looked towards his wings and then towards the tight space, a speckle of sweat running down his face and soon evaporating in the deathly heat of the Nether.

He cannot stay inside but he sure as Nether does not want to bind his wings together. The feeling of his wings being unable to move whilst rubbing against each other under the stress of very tight locks is not something he was expecting to ever feel again.

Looking around once more and deciding he does not have any chance of survival if the mob finds him cornered behind it, Philza gathered his mantle and bided his wings together against every instinct he had -- even his internal screeching. The elytran flinched when a pounding headache started, but he kept on tightening the piece of clothing.

When it was finally done the elytran almost fell paralyzed to the floor from the feeling alone, his instincts screaming and begging at him; his eyes glowing a deep dark ocean-blue. He shook his head against the lightheadedness that overcame him and gave his first wobbly step, luckily, his left-wing was the one closest to the mob and it was way more behaved than his right-wing; which was currently burning once more with white-hot pain from the abuse and improper care it has undertaken in this short period, spasming against the netherack wall.

He could feel his hands sweating; long and sharp nails growing from polished tips. This situation was stressful enough and now, with his wings bound, his vision is tunnelling on his escape route and his breathing is harder to control with each passing second.

He could almost hear them;

Philza took a big and wobbly step forward, doing his best to keep as close to the wall as possible.

Fire torches were lit around him; 

At his third step

The elytran saw stars dancing in front of his eyes

All of his members were bound by tight locks.  

At his fourth step

Black tendrils started to get a hold of his vision

His head hung low in shame;  

And at his sixth one

Tight bindings were being removed

They could still smell the sweet scent of smoke from afar;  

Philza promptly fell to the floor with ragged-short breaths, hands clinging to his chest as his wings finally managed to spread out; 

Free from their binds.

The executioner was nowhere to be seen, and he was safe… Well, as safe as this situation allows him to be.

As luck would have it Philza’s steps were just large enough that at the fifth one he was already out of the cave. Not noticing it because of the tourbillon of things his head was going through from having his wings bound.

Normally, Philza wouldn’t even be able to move with them locked together, but after a harsh lesson, and some help from Techno, the elytran grew confident enough to say that, at least, he could walk a few paces.

On a normal day he can give ten steps. He swears it.

Finally, breathing with relief, Philza looked back towards the sleeping hogling only to notice, with a start, that it had his hat on its head!?

Wrinkling his forehead in confusion Philza looked around, rubbed his eyes, and looked back at the huge mob. His hat was still there. He also noticed that its tusks were impressive, four in total, and very sharp. Strangely enough, the mob's furry head looked very pettable. Maybe it was because it was using his motherfucking hat!

Deciding he is surely going to die because of the damned thing one day, Philza approached to a respectable distance, lightly feeling the creature’s hot breathing, but not close enough to wake it up yet. At least his wings aren’t bound anymore and his hands are not shaking uncontrollably; still shaking to a small degree.

Breathing deeply and slowly in, Philza started to lean closer towards his hat, with his feet still at a respectable distance. The mob’s head was so tall the elytran had to be on his tip-toes to reach the burnt brin of it from his distance. He surely thought he would never see the accessory again, but there it was!

Leaning in even more he finally managed to pinch the brim. The mob stirred under him and Philza kept as still as possible. After seconds that felt like hours, the mob continued its peaceful sleep.

Carefully removing his hat from its head the elytran managed to move away from it before turning around and patting the indestructible piece of clothing with a smile on.

Only to feel a hot breath breathing down his neck in what was way too close for comfort -- sending chills down his entire spine.

The hogling had awakened.

And he was surely going to die because of his damned hat.

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Animatic that inspired this fic - By Casserole :D

[luckbandit]

That dark SBI au sounds awesome. Could I hear more? (If you want, obviously)

Yknow what, sure! Can’t say much because spoilers but here’s a snippet of what’s to come.

Tw: animal death, mentions of animal torture

Every city had its fair share of crooks and criminals. Men, women, and anything else in between who believe that they are above the boundaries of law. That they, and they alone, were better than some government implanted system meant to keep them in line. Most of these people are caught and become victims of such abhorred law, thrown into prison and forced to leave their life of crime for a life of penance.

The ones who don’t are the ones who know better. They don’t break the law, rather poke and prod at it, shaping it to fit their narrative instead of the government’s. They find loopholes, ways to stay hidden, and if that doesn’t work, the right amount of cash in the right pair of hands can make up for such things. Some cities are unlucky enough to have an abundance of this breed of criminal. Essempi was one of those cities.

Within this criminal underbelly, money traveled fast and rumors even faster. It was worse than a group of old ladies in a retirement home, but none of these crooks can complain. It’s how they got their reputations after all. There was the Dream Team, a trio of ruthless and efficient hitmen for hire. Alexis Quackity, the scarred duck hybrid who ran the ever profitable Las Nevadas strip. And of course, there was the Angel of Death. An elytran whose pitch black wings were as beautiful as they were terrifying. A staple in the black market, a madman who wasn’t held back by such frivolous things as morality.

Philza took offense to that last one. He wouldn’t call himself mad, but rather curious. He always had been, ever since he was a little boy, he wanted to know everything about everything; history, math, science, medicine, you name it. But his calling really came to him in middle school. It was the typical dissecting a frog lab, done every year in every school, there was really nothing special about it. But while Phil’s classmates recoiled in disgust at the dead amphibian, Philza himself was immediately hooked. He took the poor animal apart with diligence, taking in every scrap of knowledge he could get.

It wasn’t long however, before his excitement faded into boredom.

“Can frogs live without their limbs?”

His lab partner, a girl with floppy goat ears and horns, turned to him in surprise, not exactly sure of what she just heard, “What?”

Philza didn’t look at her, his eyes solely focused on the dead frog, its stomach cut open, insides out in the open for anyone to see, “Sometimes in order to save a human’s or hybrid’s life, you have to cut off a limb. They’ll be disabled, but they’ll still be able to function and live a relatively normal life. Is it the same for a frog, or are their limbs more vital? Or maybe it’ll give them too much of a disadvantage and they’ll be swept away by natural selection.” he thought about it for a second, “They probably would bleed out before they can find out. Frogs don’t get medical attention.”

His partner was at a loss of words, “I-”

“Speaking of blood”, Philza interrupted, finally looking up at her and making her jump. “How much blood does a frog need to live? Is it the same percentage of a human’s, or something completely different?”

The goat hybrid girl stared at him, before finally finding her voice, “I- I guess it’s something people don’t really think about.”

“I suppose. Shame really, that it's already dead. Can’t do much with a corpse, otherwise we could’ve found the answer to both of those questions if it was still alive. Granted, we probably would’ve needed two frogs to do it, but I’m sure there’s someone here who doesn’t want their’s”.

Philza went back to working on the lab. He was completely oblivious to the look of absolute terror his lab partner was giving to him, nor did he notice how she made sure to avoid him for the rest of the year.

[double--hh]

Ok but imagine the dsmp charaters who are either full on animals or hybrids just doing random things that whatever their species does

Whomever walks by Ant have an increased risk of tripping and or being pushed by him since cats, by law, are little arseholes. Just imagine Egg!Velvet or Bad walking next to him almost falling off of the Prime path because of a catboy.

Techno, being either a pig or a piglin/ brute, collecting golden jewelry or nuggets of gold and either keeping the most for himself or gifting it to his friends. As for the pig aspect, he'd give the people he genuinely cares about a snoot boop. (Bloodthirsty pigs can have feelings too!)

If Fundy is ever spending a prolonged period of time in a winter biome, his fur starts turning white like a normal fox. And he'd get his stuck in snow often too-

Philza, being an Elytran/bird in my hc, sings at abnormal times in the day or whenever he's working on a project. Or for when he desperately needs Techno for Syndicate and/or Government Destruction business, he sings very off key to wake him from his hibernation.

As for my pure hc/ au of Velvet being Dr.Eggman and being some bootleg of an Elytran, he purposely sings badly to piss people off or to joke about his friends. Ant is the only person who hears him sing normally bc he has boyfriend privileges.

And since I'm on the topic of a cat and a bird dating, they deffo ran away from each other for shits and giggles.

Callahan is never seen since he's busy being a deer in a far off forest with Alyssa. Alyssa usually notices that he's out very late and flashes a light to find him face first in some delicious forest grass.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Slightly Dark SBI OSMP with Human Techno.

Philza found a infant human at an open window. But he had the strangest pink hair ever!

Well, only people who do REALLY want their children would leave the window open like that. So Philza takes the baby and flies away. Leaving the family to weep and mourn in the morning.

But Humans age faster then Avians, Elytrans, and Phantoms. So while Techno is TECHNICALLY the youngest, he will fall into a more middle child role because Tommy has like 20 more years as a teenager and Wilbur is firmly in the equivalent of late 20s right now.

Philza voice: It's free baby!

Seriously though, love that. It's like a reverse fae of some sort.

[inkbanditt]

Dream smp species headcannons!

Intelligent races: -Dreamons (most magical) -Endermen (most intelligent) -Piglins (most powerful) -Humans (most adaptable) +Homosapiens +Neanderthals +Outerfolk/aliens +Hybrids -Animates (jack of all trades) -Shapeshifters (most chaotic) -Fae (most connected to nature)

Extinct/endangered races: -Elytrans (survived only by Phil and his hybrid son Wilbur) -Builders (mysterious human subspecies) -Admins (survive in small hybridized clusters, essentially demigods) MORE UNDER THE BREAK:

SPECIES LORE:

When inter-world travel was finally achieved by the Endermen they quickly began to out-compete Dreamons using their superior technology and larger social groups. The gods, seeing Dreamons about to lose, realized that the balance of the worlds could be destroyed and introduced a new species that was meant to hold the others together and take charge of the overworld. The first human species, the Builders, were given a new magibiological (magical abilities that certain species are born with as apart of their biology) trait known as geneplasticity. It allowed the three different human races that would eventually be let out of the testing phase to quickly evolve to survive heavily magical or incredibly dangerous/stressful environments and breed with the other intelligent species, creating hybrids. Builders were bred out of existence due to their higher levels of geneplasticity, while Homosapiens and Neanderthals survived because of their ideal levels. Currently humans and their subspecies rule the overworld and are mostly peaceful with the piglins in the nether, Endermen rule without question in the End and travel all worlds, Dreamons are dwindling in number and are close to being either bred into obscurity or out-competed by the human groups, and Animates are living happily amongst the other intelligent species. Dreamons and Demons are interchangeable, they’re just different names for different variations of the same species. Demons as a concept existed before they were glued onto Dreamons by superstitious humans who saw the horned variants of the species and were like "HOLY SHIT THE DAMNED ARE ON EARTH" and decided to be mean about it. As if the Dreamon species wasn’t already suffering enough. Endermen, though they benefitted the most from their own achievements, were changed after inter-world travel came into the picture. Many communities moved premaritally to the Overworld or Nether and gained specific traits that matched those areas. Nether Endermen became stockier and tougher, and Overworld Endermen became fluffy and more mammal-like. Though they still interact and inter-breed, End Endermen consider the others lesser than them. Especially Overworld Endermen, who aren't as intelligent as the others and are content to wander about mostly aimlessly, just appreciating nature and being chill hippies. Humans considering them animals makes this worse. PHIL/SBI LORE:

Philza Minecraft is the final Elytran, and the first immortal that isn’t a god or an Admin. He was blessed by death after outliving the rest of his species and they eventually fell in love. Phil was assigned to raise the first two prototype humans, Alex and Steve, and after caring for them all the way until their final days he became endeared to the species that was modeled after his own. He would go on to adopt two humans from the first batch, a Homosapien named Wilbur and a Neanderthal named Technoblade, and a second Homosapien named Thomas from the next batch. After a long, happy domestic life with their unchanging father they died of natural causes. Phil, who was now wise to the machinations of the universe, took some time to mourn before heading off into the world to find his son’s reincarnations. He would continue to do this for all time, becoming numb to his own children’s deaths after seeing them so many times (hence even being able to kill Wilbur in dsmp). Though he doesn’t always end up raising each and every one, he does make an effort to at least befriend whatever versions of his sons he meets in that time period. In the current dsmp period he is lucky enough to be Wilbur’s biological father, met Techno during war and become close friends with him, and only met Tommy during the events of the dsmp. Because reincarnations often repeat actions from past lives, he has also befriended and raised various incarnations of other dsmp members and ccs, though he doesn’t view them as important as his original 3 sons. When Phil eventually dies he will reincarnate into yet another immortal and will keep all his memories, as a benefit of his eternal courtship with Death herself. He will most likely be “born” a fully formed elytran-eqsue species if not a straight up elytran just for convenience sake. I also like to imagine that he will eventually be reincarnated into a lesser death god of some kind. CURRENT DSMP CHARACTER SPECIES: Tommy- lab grown Dreamon/Homosapien hybrid, Dreamon features have become more pronounced after a combination of stress and magical exposure.

Tubbo- former Homosapien/Neanderthal hybrid, current ram hybrid due to the stress of the dsmp storyline.

Ranboo- Enderman-based chimera, likely has Dreamon blood, Enderman side is overworld-adapted.

Wilbur- Homosapien/Elytran hybrid, might be immortal like his father.

Techno- pure Piglin, able to live in the overworld thanks to medication and reinforced magic done by Phil (and Death).

Dream- pure Dreamon, hornless and opaque variety, one of the last of his kind in the area.

XD- one of the last Dreamon gods, specifically the god of psyche.

Drista- one of the last Dreamon goddesses, specifically the goddess of chaos.

Mamacita- Dreamon/Homosapien hybrid, Dream’s second cousin.

George- pure Homosapien.

Callahan- deer hybrid Admin, one of the last left.

Sapnap- Neanderthal/Dreamon hybrid, not Bad’s biological son but can be passed off as due to Dreamon features.

Sam- Neanderthal/Creeper hybrid, centaur type bodyplan.

Sam Nook- Animate, robot type. Based off Sam’s general look with enough elements from Tom Nook to be recognizable.

Ponk- pure Homosapien.

Badboyhalo- pure Dreamon, horned & shadowed variant.

Fundy- high content Homosapien/fox hybrid, not Wilbur’s biological son.

Sally- salmon Mermaid, helped Wilbur raise Fundy before they broke up, still has a motherly relationship with Fundy and sends him letters.

Punz- Homosapien/Neanderthal hybrid.

Purpled- pure Outerfolk, space features more exaggerated due to job-related stressors.

Jschlatt- Ram/Homosapien, born that way, technically the reason Tubbo is all rammy now.

Skeppy- Homosapien/Animate hybrid, specifically a diamond block.

Eret- pure Homosapien, has magical features due to close interactions with gods in previous (and current) lives.

Jack Manifold- cyborg Homosapien, technically a zombie as well.

Niki- pure Homosapien.

Quackity- Homosapien-based shapeshifter, prefers a Homosapien/duck form.

Karl Jacobs- Dreamon-based shapeshifter, prefers a pure Homosapien form.

Hbomb- pure Neanderthal, pretends to be a low content cat hybrid to mess with people.

Antfrost- high content Homosapien/cat hybrid.

Connoreatspants- hedgehog hybrid Admin, one of the last left.

Puffy- Homosapien/sheep hybrid, not at all Dream’s mother, that was just a bit.

Vikkstar- pure Homosapien.

Lazarbeam- Animate gingerbread man.

Foolish- Animate totem of undying, a lesser death/rebirth god.

Hannah- rose Fae, superficially in the dominion of summer.

Slime- pure slime mob, one of the few of his kind to achieve sentience.

Micheal- pure Neanderthal.

Eryn- lab grown Dreamon/Homosapien hybrid, was made in the same facility as Tommy and grew up with him.

Tina- Homosapien/cat hybrid.

Boomer- Homosapien/frog hybrid.

[baka-monarch]

Power smp.

Of cource your elytra(I don't know how to spell this aaaa) headcanon is brilliant but I raise you.

Would Philza even recognize then? Because it was from a long time, so much that a entire species changed to live in the end and talk in a hive mind with the dragon as its leader, so, it would be recognizable to any of the modern elytran people?

True true- but he probably would get suspicious (or at least mildly disturbed) to find Elytrian wings being kept framed in the ship-like buildings in the End with no real explanation

[professional-shitpost]

I’m watching Wilbur’s stream and I love the mod they chose.

So far this is what I know:

Wilbur is a Phantom

Ranboo is an Enderian/Enderman

Philza is an elytran

Jack is a Blazeborn (LMAO HE STUCK IN THE NETHER)

Niki is a Merling

Tommy is an Avian

Tubbo is a Shulk

So far no one has chosen Feline and Arachnid