#and knowing that we’ll never see technos hurts

[mathanlin]

Foster AU where Phil emergency fosters three kids — twins, plus Tommy, who doesn’t know them. 

But according to the social worker, Phil only wants to keep one of them. 

And the twins are ready to fight Tommy for it.

“You heard her,” Tommy snaps, a week after meeting Phil — the softest week he’s ever had. “He said he only wanted one in his file.”

Both Techno & Wilbur glower back, but it’s Wilbur who speaks, voice like steel.

“Then we’ll convince him to take two.”

Two. Not three.

“He wants *one,*” Tommy repeats, voice wavering. 

“You’re louder than both of us combined.”

“Well, I’m younger,” Tommy spits, fumbling for a single thing to support himself.  “People want younger kids.” 

“Not if it means he has to spend more time with you.”

They go back and forth for ages, picking out everything that could possibly make Phil want them more. 

But they end up frighteningly even, their first battle of many — and for this, they’re all willing to fight dirty. Want the others *less.*

Starting with sabotage. 

It starts at breakfast.

The second Phil leaves, Wilbur bats his coffee cup from the table. It shatters across the floor, and Tommy’s jaw drops open in shock.

Even before—

“Tommy,” Wilbur cries out, just loud enough to catch Phil’s ear.  “Why? That was his favorite.”

“It wasn’t— I didn’t—”

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” Phil says, hurrying back in, eyes impossibly soft as he says, “You hurt, Toms?”

Tommy softens, stunned. 

But he still shoots Wilbur & Techno a glare as Phil cleans up the shards.

Challenge accepted.

Like that, the war’s started.

Phil buys a special snack for Wilbur? He buries it in the trash, making sure to leave the wrapper in Tommy’s room for Phil to find.

“I think Tommy ate it,” Tommy catches him whispering to Phil. “Can you get two next time?”

Tommy’s hands tremble. He forces them to steady. 

*My turn.*

That night, Techno’s water bottle is spilled across Phil’s business papers. Phil’s face is pinched, just a little. “Try to set it somewhere safer next time, mate.”

Techno nods frantically. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Tommy almost laughs.

The twins don’t have *anything* to be afraid of. They have each other, a team Tommy envies (even if they’re united against him).

Tommy has nothing. No one to teach him gently, to defend him from the bullies at school, to hold him.

But if he wins, he’ll have Phil.

He’ll have everything.

The emergency foster contract comes to an end far too fast. 

But… Phil extends it.

For *all* of them.

Two more weeks of softness, safety, love.

Two more weeks to fight to keep it *forever,* with new desperation.

The attacks get more personal. 

Tommy’s grades start to slip? Techno smiles at him over dinner. “I’ll help, Toms. Mind if I come to your room and walk through it with you tonight?”

Phil beams. “That’s kind of you, Techno.”

Even Tommy almost believes it.

Techno never shows up. 

It’s Tommy’s turn to attack.

“Can you drive me today?” he says, forcing a tremble into his voice. “Wilbur drives a little fast, and I… I don’t like it.”

“Of course,” Phil says, frowning. “I’ll talk to him, too.”

Tommy hugs him, hiding his grin in Phil’s chest. “Thanks.”

But that particular lie was a mistake.

Phil’s staying late at work. Just thirty minutes, but that means time alone at school.

No. Not alone. 

Tommy’s bullies make sure of that.

It’s not anything he can’t take.

Bag thrown on the floor. Shoved against a locker. Knuckles pressed into his chest, chasing his breath away even before a fist lands in his gut. 

Tommy almost closes his eyes, ready to take it—

—and a brown-haired blur tackles the bully.

Tommy can’t see much through the mess of fists. 

But he knows. It’s Techno & Wilbur. *Defending* him. 

The bruises beneath his sweater don’t sting in the slightest, softened by the haze of relief that lights up Tommy’s heart. 

He’s… never had this.

Someone loving him. Someone protecting him — and god, do the twins do that. Techno might avoid the hits, but Wilbur takes them head-on without flinching.

For once, Tommy’s not the only one hurt. 

He’s not alone.

“Tommy,” Wilbur says, after the bullies have fled. He extends a hand, red from wiping his bloody nose — Tommy takes it, heart leaping as Wilbur helps him up.

“Thank you,” he whispers, beaming. “Thank you, you didn’t have to— I really—”

“Wilbur. Wait.”

It’s… Techno.

He gestures to Wilbur’s nose. To the blood pulsing from it.

And, voice cracked by fear, he whispers, “We can’t get into fights. Your record.”

Wilbur pales. Tommy stills, watching his expression.

Fear. No, *terror.* Realization. 

Then cold, hard determination. His hand tightens where it still holds Tommy’s.

Lightning-fast, it snaps to Tommy’s collar.

And pins him against the lockers.

“Look at me,” Wilbur spits, gesturing at his face. “You did this.”

Tommy wriggles, trembling & utterly confused. “No, I didn’t. You fought, you— you fought for me—”

Wilbur’s grip tightens, cutting him off. 

“No. You *hit me,*” he snarls, voice shaking with fear & fury. “Got it?”

It takes a second for the words to sink in.

And then Tommy understands.

Phil will be here any minute. He’ll see Wilbur, battered & pale, Tommy’s fingers stained red from taking his hand.

It’s two witnesses versus one. Tommy has no one to defend him.

Stupid to think he had Techno & Wilbur fighting for him.

Stupid to think he’d get to have Phil.

.

.

.

"You hit him?"

Tommy nods, shaking. He can't meet Phil's eyes — or Techno & Wilbur's, drilling into him from across the couch.

Phil sighs, breath shuddering. "Tommy... why?"

And...

Tommy can't force himself to speak.

So Wilbur lies for him.

"He's been mad," Wilbur says, voice wavering. "He has a temper, Phil, he— he lashes out. Remember the cup he broke? My stuff he stole?"

Phil's brow furrows. "Tommy, did—"

He cuts off. Tommy follows his gaze.

To the bruises peeking out from beneath his sweater.

"Wilbur," Phil says slowly, voice quiet, "did you hit him back?"

Wilbur freezes. "What? No, It wasn't— I didn't—"

Phil's gaze flicks to Techno, who flinches hard. "Did *you?*"

Techno shakes his head, paling.

Phil's gaze hardens.

"Alright. All of you, the truth. *Now.*"

"I told you, Tommy hit me—"

"He did," Techno cuts Wilbur off, voice shaking, "Phil, we're telling the truth—"

"Stop."

The twins obey. (Of course they do. They're still fighting to be good, even as their world crumbles.)

"I want to hear it from Tommy."

And Tommy...

Tommy can't say a thing.

He's too scared to say a word against the twins. Too ashamed to whisper, *I just wanted you to keep /me/.*

So he stays silent.

And that's damning in itself.

"All of you, upstairs, now." Phil stands, gesturing at the stairs. "I need— I need to think."

All of them flinch, hearing the same words Phil surely means.

*I need to decide which of you I'm keeping.*

Tommy sucks in a breath. "Phil, please—"

"It wasn't Tommy."

It's Techno that whispers it, painfully quiet.

Wilbur's head snaps toward him, voice cracking. "Techno, no—"

"Tommy didn't hit Wil," Techno repeats, blinking away tears. "Wil didn't hit him, either. Please. That's the truth."

Phil's silent. It only makes Wilbur's choked sob even louder.

"Techno, why— we could've—"

"Wil." Techno's voice breaks. "He wants *one.* Make this easy on him."

He glances at the stairs, their room. Like he's already imagining packing up.

Leaving.

"Make this easy on *us.*"

"One?"

It's...

Phil.

"Is that what's this about?" he says, hushed. "The fighting? The lying? Blaming things on each other?"

He lets out a wavering breath, somehow managing to get quieter.

"You thought I only wanted one of you?"

*Yes,* all of them think, and none of them say aloud.

Phil sighs, short and pained. "Upstairs, all of you. I need to make a call."

There it is again. *I need to decide which of you I'm keeping.*

And this time, none of them argue.

All of them think they know who Phil's chosen.

(And Phil...

Phil has a social worker to yell at, and a school to request security footage from.

And after that?

Three sons to comfort.)

[stemms]

I’ve unlocked a timeline based on @moondragon618’s Hybrid AU but canon-divergent. For now, I only remember Dream, but we’ll see if I end up remembering someone else. I (Tommy) was an avian, and Dream was an enderdragon hybrid.

I believe I was a reincarnation of @mcg-127’s Hybrids!Tommy, which is why I had internalised fear, hatred, and disgust for my own hybrid features, as well as memories of my past abuse caused by said features.

Dream was aware of my traumatic memories of my past life and it was trying to help me feel better about expressing my instincts, but what I didn’t know was that it was Its way of making me used to anything, so that It could get away with abusing, experimenting on, and even eating me.

It never made me file down my talons or suppress my instincts in any way, which always absolutely confused me because it felt Wrong.

Since the very beginning of the server, Dream was utterly fascinated with me. Even before it turned into an obsession, It saw some spark in me that no one else seemed to have, so It wished to play and study me more. Just like in canon, we fought in the disc war, Dream used a tunnel to get to my base, tried to steal my discs, and lived in my walls. It’d also sometimes leave me something small as a sign of Its presence, but it was more lighthearted than threatening. However, after the prison break, It’d leave threatening signs, feathers, and dead birds at the entrance to my house…

Dream called me ‘my little fledgling’, ‘my little songbird’, and ‘my treasure’.

It used exclusively It/Its because of Its God complex.

It enjoyed playing hide and seek or making me run away from It, and then finding/catching me. It’d often hurt me afterwards, but not always because It enjoyed confusing the shit out of me and then comforting me,,,

Dream enjoyed making purring sounds during our softer moments because it always made me vocalise as well, and we’d communicate like this for a bit,,,

When comforting me after a bad punishment, It’d hum the melody of Chirp or Wait and/or let out a purring sound because it always calmed me down (It picked that up from Techno btw).

Dream was very possessive and kept me in a house very, very far away from where anyone on the server lived. My room was made of obsidian because it reminded It of Its home, and I was even more precious to It than Its home :) And besides, it meant that I couldn’t escape easily because It’d hear every sound of mine :)

Dream adored preening my wings and It generally tried to be soft about it because It didn’t want to ruin the moment, but It’d often dig Its claws into my wings, just to elicit some sweet whimpers, and if It was lucky, some alarm calls as well :)

Here’s what we looked like:

(Art by @haunted-here)

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

(Takes place after the events of ‘Transwarped’… except when Ratchet locks up Sari’s upgrades, she turns back into a little kid!)

Sari: We’ll be fine! I’ll be right back. I’m just gonna walk Raf out. Don’t worry! I’m not going to lose control again, or anything. *chuckles* They’re never gonna let me out of their sight again. Raf?

Sari: Raf! I know you got to get home and get some sleep, but once you’re all rested up, I can’t wait to tell you about everything! Heh, what a wild ride today was! And uh… I’m really happy to see you again.

Sari: Umm… A-Are you happy to see me, too?

Raf: Of course I’m happy to see you, Sari.

Sari: Uhh, but?

Raf: But how could you use the Allspark Key on yourself like that?

Sari: Well first, I closed my eyes, and then-

Raf: *scoffs* No. I mean, you took the easy way out, by upgrading yourself. I told you not to do it, and now we lost the Key’s power.

Sari: I had to. Optimus and the Autobots always kept leaving me behind. I only wanted to help!

Raf: But you were doing great before your upgrade! You didn’t need it, Sari! Why did you think using it on yourself was a great idea, when you saw how it messed up Blackarachnia aka another techno-organic?!

Raf: Without the Key’s healing power, death for the Autobots is PERMANENT now! If it wasn’t for Ratchet, both Bumblebee and you as well as probably the whole city, would be gone!

Sari: Okay, I messed up. But I’ll find a way to get the Allspark to trust me with another Key again!

Sari: And look, no one got hurt. Well except for Bee, but Ratchet saved him, like you said.

Raf: But… I’m hurt.

Sari: No, you’re not. You’re safe. You’re here. I’m here. We’re safe. Everything’s fine.

Raf: …It’s not, though.

Sari: You know, it was a tough decision for me to make, but it had to be done.

Raf: You don’t get it.

Sari: …Get what?

Raf: …I have to go now.

(Raf lowers his head in disappointment, as he slowly walks away.)

Sari: *sarcastically* “Wow, Sari, that was so brave of you. I’m so glad you’re back.”

(LATER)

Raf: Sari, I wasn’t trying to ignore you. If we were going to talk, I thought it’s got to be in person, but maybe this is still too soon. I-I don’t even know what to say to you. I’m… angry? I miss you? I feel like I’m out of my mind.

Sari: No, you’re not… I upgraded myself, even though you tried telling me not to. Which resulted in us losing the Key, and almost losing Bumblebee.

Sari: And when I woke up, I tried to act like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal. I couldn’t stand the thought of being powerless and helpless, but… Then I made you feel powerless and helpless.

Sari: I promised you we’d always be a team, and… I let you down. I’m sorry. Bee Buds?

Raf: …Bee Buds! 🐝 

[beansthough]

OH WONDERFUL BEANS! I COME WITH QUESTIONS TO FILL THY DESIRE!!!

Okie okie 1. Just got say this again, I ADORED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH LIKE AHHHHHHH IT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!

2. Burning question: are any of Tommys family still alive? Even if they never make into the story, are they alive?

3. Are we near the conclusion or are there more dangers yet to face?

4. How was Jack feeling when he suddenly started protecting Tommy? Probably thought he was nuts lol but I’d like your take. And Nicki! What was her thoughts when her friend went missing?

5. How much of the fire burned the forest? We know what the village is like but what’s the scale and how did it begin?

6. What state are the villagers in right now? So much information must be floating around from soldiers and the attack?

7. Are we gonna have a very special soft sbi moment in the next chapter? Healing and such?

8. And I know you probs won’t answer this one, but is it Tommy adoption time?

HOPE THIS SUFFICES!!! Loving this au to death!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

1. Thank u so much<3 I’m so happy you liked it<3

2. Nope!:) lol sorry that was to funny to not do. But on a more serious note no, XD is a ruthless villain, doing everything he can to get more and more power, even if that means killing his own kind and taking their unhatched eggs. He lives for the suffering of others.

3. I’d say this was the last major angst chapter, but they’re some more family troubles and some new characters ahead. But danger can come in many forms.

4. Jack maybe a coward, but he absolutely hates seeing someone suffering. Especially when that someone really reminds him of Niki. But yes he was definitely have a full on battle in his head, but he really didn’t want Tommy to be killed. He hadn’t harmed him after all.

Niki was definitely scared when she couldn’t find Jack, but she knew that all the guard was rounded up together. So she figured that Jack was just helping the guard, but she was still worried about him.

5. Forest fires are a natural part of the lifecycle of the forest. It clears dead brush and makes way for new life, but it can be very deadly for someone of a small size. Especially when it starts from a random lightning strike. It only burned about 2-3 miles but many of the large trees were damp enough from the rain to keep from burning. It was mostly the fields like the hunting grounds and dry plants and shrubs. The village is surrounded by a large thicket, but in the center it his exposed to the sky, so many of the homes and shops were also to wet to burn.

6. The villagers are afraid, but Techno instructed the guard to take care of them. The villagers trust that their leader will take care of them, as for the rest we’ll have to wait and see ;)

7. Perhaps yes

Phil might need some more time to come around though and Techno is still traumatized about attacking a child. But yes definitely some hurt/comfort because that’s what I live on.

8. Of course it’s Adoption time! That’s why I wrote the fic! Hehehehehe, it just might take a little more healing first.

[bonesandthebees]

Anyway, chapter 3. I love the slow transition. Normally it’s always a sudden transition. Something fast but painful that has the person barely coherent. But it’s a slow transformation now. And it started with the damn singing. Phil! Why! He shot himself in the fin he did.

It’s also very fun how the conflict of last chapter continues in this one. Still mostly in the background except for the last scene. That conflict is Techno being of the (frankly correct) opinion that they should ask Wilbur if he wants to be turned, while Phil is clearly of the turn-first-explain-after opinion. Now it makes sense why he first asked Wilbur if he wanted to sign when Techno wasn’t there. So he couldn’t interfere. The silent conversation is fun to and [“Something you’re gonna have to get Phil to explain, because I’m definitely not gonna do it for him,”] is a mood and a half.

Techno seems incredibly conflicted about this whole thing, but I respect that he’s not going to clean up Phil’s mess. Phil gets the full consequences of his actions. Which is a sad hurt and betrayed Wilbur who arguably gets more consequences for Phil’s actions. Poor kid. Phil really screwed up the trust department. But of course Wilnir is already attached and maybe if Phil had ASKED Wilbur would actually want to become a mer. Instead, we get a terrified child who doesn’t know what’s happening to him until he does and isn’t exactly pleased he has little to no control over it.

Also, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t gush over the foreshadowing for the transformation (or the process really). So first there’s the singing. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but as a singed I really liked the way you described Wilbur learning to sign and all the vocal exercises. That being said, being able to hit really high notes in his chest voice is suspicious. And now we know it’s because his vocal cords where doing a little more than just stretching.

The this chapter there are the nails, which are very obvious. The sore legs which I thought was because they were turning into a tail, which they still are, but apparently it’s growing scales first. The much more subtle, Wilbur being able to make and understands the clicks. Then there’s the sharper teeth. The constant need to be in the sea + the pain stopping when in the water. Not feeling safe on land/with the humans, but feeling safe in the water/with the mer. And of course, the big discovery that Wilbur is growing scales (he’s going to be a little golden boy), which leads to Wilbur’s distressed trill. It’s nice.

Also, poor Phil really loves this kid. Like he got there fast. As fast as any half-decent parent who hears a trill of distress from their kid. And then he has to tell Wilbur he’s turning into a mer and we get exactly what Phil was scared of. Which is an angry Wilbur running away. And this is what I mean with Phil shooting himself in the fin. Because he was trying to avoid the conversation, trying to avoid that outcome, but in doing so he obviously only made it worse when Wilbur found out.

But because Wilbur doesn’t want to be a mer (though we’ll see how he feels when (if) he calms down and has a moment to think away it) Wilbur no can’t be near him. Even if he wanted to, it would continue to turn him into a mer. So unless Wilbur changes him mind or is too far into the process to stop it, Phil will never see him again. And if Phil had just asked, Wilbur might has initially said no and the. Come around to the idea. Poor damn Techno. He knew that was the way you are supposed to do it. And he was being such a loving and caring uncle too. His protectiveness kicked in almost instantly. And he did the throwing! There’s nothing more valuable than an adult who throws you when near water.

-🌲

yeah I LOVE slow transformations that aren't obvious at first but become more clear over time. just the idea that something is wrong but the person being transformed isn't sure what it is. it's that slow, creeping dread of realization that I adore and I really wanted to explore that here

techno is so tired he knows this is a bad idea for many reasons but phil just assumes he knows best. he thinks it won't be as big of a deal as it is, because he doesn't fully understand human emotions. humans are hard to predict and take betrayals hard. techno knows this, but phil doesn't. at least not fully.

if phil had asked wilbur would have said yes!! that's the worst part!! but phil just assumed he knew wilbur and that it would be fine. it wasn't, but that's what he thought would happen. techno's not cleaning his mess up for him. he's gotta deal with this himself.

YEAHHH i know it is possible to hit some higher notes from your chest voice with practice, but there's a natural limit to it. what wilbur has been doing is not possible with human vocal chords.

yup then there all the things from this chapter. it's everything you listed. physical traits, but also his behavior. the feelings of safety/not being able to sleep without mer around is more to do with his age rather than just the mer transformation. baby mer are very dependent on their caretakers, so when a child is being turned into a mer they want to stick close to the water because it's safer that way

phil really does love wilbur. he's just a bit stupid with the decisions he makes. but of course the minute he heard wilbur was in distress he got there instantly, only for things to go so wrong so fast

literally nothing more valuable than an adult who throws you as far in the water as they can

[etrevil]

“We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.”

—Passerine

This is my breaking point folks :')

It's knowing that, if they don't live past this, you'll never be able to do what you've always wanted to do with them. And you suddenly see the importance of everything you brushes off before.

Damn this hurts

[katsco]

There’s something so bittersweet about being able to see everyone’s endings but knowing we’ll never see Technos :(.

[lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love]

Okay, Vida! 😊👌 Can I request a Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom) x shy female human reader fluffy oneshot about they are going to the swimsuit shopping at mall? How would Danny reacts to shy female human reader trying on/modeling swimsuit for him? I really love to see Danny is blushing mess near her! Bonus: This swimsuit shopping idea was Sam who gives a advice to her for catching Danny's attention. Please??

Notes: I’d like to thank (anonymous) for the request!! I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Spelling/grammatical errors, anxious/blushy/soft Danny, shy human!reader, BAD WRITING, whatever else I failed to mention

Word Count: TBD (give or take)

Masterlist: Click Here & Here

You’ve had feelings for Danny since… for as long as you can remember. The first time you and the youngest Fenton met, was when the two of you were in second grade. You were new, you and your recently divorced mother coming to Amity Park to start over. Danny had been nice to you, complimenting your shirt—which had a spaceship on it—and you were a goner.

Tucker and Sam, who’d known Danny just a year or two longer than you, quickly befriended you, the three of you becoming close. But you and Danny… your feelings always got the better of you around him, and over the years they’ve gotten worse.

You could barely hold a conversation with him, only squeaking out responses with a deep blush on your face. You opted to just never talk with him around, or only say the bare minimum if possible. At least that way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself. The blushing never stopped unfortunately. Neither did the heart palpitations whenever you saw him or his smile, or heard his voice or his laugh or when he told a corny joke…

Yeah it’s a serious problem.

Sam and Tucker caught onto your feelings a while ago, and they’ve teased you ever since. They make it their mission to do it in front of Danny, just to see you blush and stumble over yourself. Danny is always confused, the endless rounds of jokes and statements with hidden meanings from the goth and techno-geek going over his head. And hitting you like a freight train. Every. Single. Time.

Then you found out about Danny’s ghost powers, and everything changed. You weren’t there when the accident happened, having gone to visit your dad around the time it happened. You were left out of the loop for a while before the three of them decided to trust you. It did hurt at first, after all the years you spent as their friend they didn’t trust you with Danny’s situation. It faded eventually, and you saw how fighting evil, or generally misguided ghosts changed the youngest Fenton. And your feelings seemed to deepen.

Which prompted more teasing from Sam and Tucker.

But this… this has to be their worst tease yet.

It’s spring break. Sam and Tucker decided at least one day should be spent at a beach or a water park. You wanted to do something—anything—that didn’t involve swimming, because you’re generally uncomfortable in swim suits. And you didn’t want Danny to see you in one for your own self-preservation. Your suggestion was immediately outvoted.

When you exclaimed, in a shaky high pitched squeak, that you don’t own a swimming suit, Sam immediately shot back with a “we’ll go shopping with you!” with a devilish smile on her face and your instantly stomach sank. Turns out Sam’s definition of shopping with you means her and Tucker abandoning you with Danny in the middle of the mall. You didn’t even see or hear them leave. They were just gone.

Danny didn’t seem to care, though he was questioning where the other two went before shrugging it off. He did turn to smile at you, motioning you to follow him. Your face reddened.

“Y-You don’t have to stay,” you stuttered, your voice gentle and your eyes lowered. “I’ll be fine.”

“I know,” he said, a small laugh lacing his words. Your face reddened even more. “But I feel like we never get to spend time together.”

Your heart jumped at that. It’s true. As much as you want to spend time with Danny, by yourself, it’s nigh-impossible. Your emotions get in the way and you always end up making a fool out of yourself.

You only shrugged in response.

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Danny ended up taking the lead and the two of you found a clothing shop with some decent swimwear. The trunks and women’s swimsuits were practically right next to each other, and you assumed while Danny looked at the trunks you’d have some time alone to browse.

Except the youngest Fenton didn’t need a long time to find what he wanted. He quickly found you in the two-piece section and your cheeks instantly turned red.

“You need any help?” he asked. You quickly glanced at him. There was a light blush on his face, but he was trying to look unbothered. Your faced heated up even more.

You shook your head, a soft no mumbled in response. “You can go if you want,” you muttered. “I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

Danny shrugged. “It’s not a big deal,” he said. He was giving the swim suits on the rack a half-assed look over before moving to another one.

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

A moment of silence fell between the two of you, the clinking of hangers on the racks being serving as a kind of background noise. You pick out a two-piece swim suit, tilting your head a bit in consideration.

“That’s a nice one.” The sudden closeness of Danny’s voice startled you; a shriek coming from you as you fumbled to grab the hanger before it slipped from your grip. Quickly turning, you spot Danny not far behind you, eyes wide as he at looked. “Sorry,” he stated.

“No it’s fine,” you exclaimed, your voice trembling. You glance down at the suit before looking back at Danny. “You really think it looks nice?” You hold it up a bit more, studying the simple designs as you considered it.

“Uh yeah,” he cleared his throat. “It’s really nice. I always thought green looked good on you, so I know you’ll look great in that.”

You look at him again. His blue eyes looking at the floor and his cheeks a deep red.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “I’ve never worn a two piece before…” You held it up to your body, trying to imagine yourself in it. Would you look good in a two piece? You wouldn’t look too ridiculous?

Danny’s face seemed to grow hotter when you did that. He could only imagine what you’d look like wearing that, and it made his heart flutter. He always thought you looked great, no matter what you wore.

“I think you’ll look beautiful,” he blurted. Embarrassment filled him as you looked up in surprise. “I-I mean, not that you don’t always look beautiful! I just…green’s a nice spring color, and I think you look amazing in everything and…I’m not making sense…”

He’s never acted like this with you before. He knew there were some feelings there, feelings he couldn’t articulate without sounding like an idiot. Danny tried telling Sam, but she just smirked. He tried telling Tucker, but he cackled like some mad scientist. And every time you were near him, you always got flustered and red faced. Danny couldn’t help but wonder sometimes if he did something wrong. You’re one of his closest friends and these feelings were slowly eating away at him.

How could he tell you if you always got so nervous around him?

Maybe this experience could be a good learning experience. To help get the two of you out of that awkwardness, that emotional discomfort that seemed to always be there.

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Sam and Tucker were poking their heads out behind clothes and mannequins before looking at each other with smiles. You and Danny were blushing messes, trying and failing to desperately reign in some control.

“You think they’ll actually admit anything?” Tucker asked.

“Doubt it.” Sam looked back at her two friends. They were going back to looking at swimsuits, but occasionally glancing at each other. “But it’s a good first step.”

[oldflyingraven]

FlyingRaven’s fic recommendations!

I don’t see these lists too often so I decided to make one! These are some of my favorite fics/series!

Hermitcraft

When This World Is No More (The Moon is All We'll See) by Silverskye13 Fic about the Hermits dealing with the end of the world by moon falling. Mainly from Cleo and Joe’s perspective but all the Hermits show up. 

Built Family by Oceanera12 An AMAZING found family fic about how each Hermit found Hermitcraft. A lot of the characters are magical/mythical/hybrids. 

EXPERIMENT 76844537: SUBJECT 47426 by HaloRocks1214 Fluffy fic where Zedaph asks Grian to hug all the Hermits as an experiment. 

Anything To Hear You (Say It One More Time) by mgrnn Etho angst! He gets heavily injured and calls Bdubs to hear his voice one more time. Bdubs won’t let that happen though.

Home at Last by Wimberly_snoot A good Dream SMP and Hermitcraft crossover. Tommy finds himself in Hermitcraft. 

Healing Is a Four Letter Word and it’s sequel The Aftershocks of Divinity by Hypno_Cat Watcher Grian escapes and crashes into Hermitcraft. Stories follow him healing. Read tags for relationships since I don’t want to spoiler.

Bubbles bursting by Higgystar Autistic Bdubs! A very good story. 

don’t let me see what i am, cause i can’t stand it by mayflowers07( @mayflowers07 )  Non binary Iskall dealing with transphobia. Yeah I just love this fic. 

The i can be the one you call series by mayflowers07( @mayflowers07 ) Series where the Hermits have a code phrase which is spoken when something goes truly wrong. A lot of good angst and hurt/comfort.

bird song by Penmonition and Phantom_Pen (The_Winged_Warrior)  Hands down my favorite Grian backstory fic. A deep dive into his time with the Watchers. 

Dream SMP

The Stone Steals My Voice by Aimandfire ( @aimandfire21 ) One of my favorite Eret angst fics. Eret gets kidnapped by Dream and is forced to stay in the cell made for Skeppy. 

eret whump by DeadlyHuggles Literally what it says in the title lol. Eret gets punished by Dream. 

Mellow High by an orphaned account  Soulmate AU, Ranboo centric. Sadly seems to be abandoned but still very enjoyable. 

Wrecking Ball by Anonymous Eret angst. Read the tags for content warning because it gets pretty heavy. 

Eret angst for all of you angst-lovers out there(I know you are one don't deny it) by NightmareoftheCabin First of all the title is an attack on me lmao. But yeah Eret in the prison being rescued by Techno. 

Critical role

Ghost Notes by tfm ( @thefriendlymurderer )  Modern fic where Beau joins a high school rockband where she becomes friends with the rest of the M9

The our lives were never ours series by viviolet Hands down my favorite Hunger Games AU ever. M9 as Hunger Games victors. Mainly Cadeusus centric but also Yasha centric. 

AFK: a critrole MMO AU by Shippeh Slow burn Percy x Vex. Modern MMO AU. 

[eclairslein]

Why Technoblade is an unreliable narrator

I’ve seen a lot of viewers idolizing c!Technoblade and saying it didn’t make sense that Tommy left him in the end. I watch Technoblade’s streams, but also everyone else’s. I think there’s a lot of overlap in viewers who idolize him and those who don’t have any context other than what comes from his character’s POV. As someone who has watched all POV’s here is why I disagree that “Technoblade has done no wrong” “Techno helps everyone and just gets betrayed” and “Tommy backstabbed Techno!”

I disagree with all of these statements and I don’t think c!Technoblade is a victim despite his personal monologue insinuating that. Let’s start at the beginning.

Technoblade joined to help Wilbur and Tommy with the intention of taking down Shlatt. He preached for anarchy and chaos. Although he was clear about the from the beginning, the people he was allied with didn’t agree with that. Wilbur was driven to that point AFTER Technoblade had already been allied with them. Tommy NEVER wanted to “destroy all government” his goal was always just to take down Shlatt and return to his home. Technoblade ignored the wishes of his only two allies and continued to entertain the idea in his own head of completely destroying L’Manberg. That was never an agreement, he made that decision on his own AGAINST the will of his only friends, Tommy and Wilbur.

Technoblade, on the other hand, was keeping secrets from them. He had withers prepared before they even put Tubbo in charge. Behind all of their backs he conspired with Wilbur and DREAM to destroy L’Manberg just as soon as they’d won it back. That is betrayal. No one betrayed Technoblade because they never promised him anarchy in the first place.

This is where his narration becomes unreliable. In his speech he brings up making all the gear for his new allies and then them betraying him when they used that gear to take back L’Manberg. He called that a betrayal even though it was CLEAR FROM THE BEGINNING WHAT THEIR INTENTIONS WERE ( the beginning being when Quackity and the others joined Pogtopia to help Tommy and the intentions being stopping L’Manberg’s destruction by Wilbur and ending Schlatt’s administration ). Technoblade calling this a betrayal is delusional.

The second thing his character is unreliable about is his “retirement.” When Technoblade set withers upon L’Manberg he caused pain and destruction, but also ultimately committed crimes against L’Manberg. He also vowed to them before disappearing into the wilderness that he would continue to destroy the government. When the Butcher Army arrived at his doorstep asking to answer for his crimes he claimed to be in retirement. Fleeing from a crime scene and then not committing crimes for awhile doesn’t excuse you from the original crime. Butcher Army coming for Technoblade was not entirely unreasonable the way c!Technoblade paints it to be. Technoblade was a war criminal and a threat and it made perfect sense for them to pursue him. Putting Phil under house arrest crossed a line, but going after Technoblade was not unreasonable for L’Manberg to do.

As for Technoblade’s relationship with Tommy in particular this is something that c!Technoblade is completely deluded about. Pogtopia days, Tommy did consider Technoblade a friend. The one thing that changed that was when Technoblade worked with Wilbur and Dream to BLOW UP LMANBERG. The ONE THING Tommy fought for, at least at the time. Technoblade dropped Tommy as soon as he realized that working with Wilbur and Dream (behind the backs of Tommy and everyone else) would get him his personal goal of anarchy. He betrayed Tommy first when he made that decision.

When Tommy holed up in Technoblade’s basement, Tommy stayed because Techno told him that he’d help him get the discs back. But Tommy was clear with Techno the whole time that he didn’t want to do anything to hurt Tubbo. Tommy always said no to plans that would hurt Tubbo, Technoblade would brush him off constantly and say things along the lines of “we’ll work out the details later.” Tommy never budged on not wanting to hurt Tubbo, despite Technoblade’s constantly insisting that Tubbo is bad and didn’t care about Tommy.

Technoblade was breeding anger and feelings of betrayal in Tommy in trying to convince him his best friend didn’t care about him, the same thing Dream was doing the weeks before while Tommy was in Logstedshire. Convincing Tommy that he didn’t really belong in L’Manberg was the only way to make him pliable and useful to both Technoblade and Dream. By pushing on Tommy that he should leave his friends (L’Manberg) behind, they were turning him into a bad guy. A person only motivated my personal gain (the discs) and that cares for no one.

After threatening Fundy, Technoblade told Tommy that he finally had respect for him. Finally believing that Tommy didn’t care about his old friends in L’Manberg anymore and was solely motivated by the discs, he revealed his plans to destroy L’Manberg. Tommy never agreed to this and was frankly horrified that what happened between him and Wilbur was happening again. He had no where to go and stayed with Technoblade but expressed clear discomfort in Techno’s plans to destroy L’Manberg.

Now for what Techno calls “Tommy’s final betrayal.” When Tommy stands by Tubbo at the community house and leaves Technoblade. To show why this was completely justified on Tommy’s part I’m going to draw comparisons to one of my favorite works of fiction: Avatar The Last Airbender. At the end of Book 2: Earth Zuko betrays Iroh and returns with Azula to the Fire Nation. Zuko’s time there makes him realize that he cares more about doing the right thing and being the PERSON HE WANTS TO BE than staying with his family and hurting people. Tommy leaves Technoblade for the same reason Zuko leaves Azula. Tommy does not want to be the type of person that would stay with Techno.

Tommy and Tubbo were in a screaming match. After Tommy regurgitated line after line that Dream and Techno had been feeding him. “You left me to die!” and all that jazz about choosing L’Manberg over him. The thing that stopped it was Tommy saying “ Those discs were worth more than you ever were!” Everyone went silent. Tommy stopped everything and realized that he had become a deplorable person and he was saying things he didn’t really mean. Caring more about discs than his friendship w Tubbo was Dreams plan all along and exactly what Technoblade had been feeding him. Tommy dropped everything to stand by Tubbo because he was mature enough to realize that he was the farthest he had ever been from the person the wanted to be, and the closest to being the villains he had been fighting his whole life. Whether it was intentional or not, Technoblade was the person who drove him to become that person. Dream started it, but Technoblade finished the job.

Technoblade felt betrayed, Tommy left him. But it was the only thing Tommy could do and still hold on to the person he wanted to be. Tommy cares about his friends, Tommy has been with L’Manberg since the beginning and has always done what he could to save those he cared about even if it meant personal sacrifice. That’s who Tommy is. The Tommy that Technoblade wanted to be allies with was a person who would help hurt and destroy L’Manberg. Someone who cared more about discs than his lifelong friends. That Tommy never really existed, he was always uncomfortable with Technoblade’s revenge plans. If Technoblade really listened to Tommy, and cared about what he thought, he would know that Tommy could never be the cold heartless person that Technoblade could use to achieve his personal revenge on L’Manberg.

Ultimately, the Tommy that Technoblade needed to help him and/ or stand by and watch him destroy L’Manberg doesn’t exist. It goes against everything that has been established about who Tommy is and what motivates him. To stay true to himself, Tommy could not possible stay with Technoblade and become a stubborn, cold hearted, vengeful person.

That “betrayal” was the most mature decision Tommy has ever made in canon and I WONT STAND BY AND LET YALL SAY IT WAS UNJUSTIFIED JUST BECAUSE IT WASNT WAHT TECHNOBLADE WANTED.

Technoblade is a villain, just because he has a reason for wanting to blow up and destroy everything doesn’t make him a better person for it. He is not moral and never has been. His goal from the beginning has been taking something so many people cared about, L’Manberg, and destroying it because he, personally, is an anarchist. That is an ideology, but it is not the only one. Technoblade wanting to destroy L’Manberg is pushing his values onto others through force and makes him more of a tyrant than every leader of L’Manberg combined. He is flawed just like every other character. The difference that I see is that his character never reflects and admits any wrongdoing on his own part, only blaming others for not agreeing with him and ultimately leaving him.

[griffintail]

I just had this small idea of a Pokémon AU? One where the Sbi family helps their younger sibling, who’s nervous around Pokémon, to get more comfortable around them? I just think it’d be cute to have Techno, Wil, and Tommy be good big brothers. And yeah, this is kind of inspired by that kid from the Destiny Deoxys movie, and Lillie from the Sun and Moon games/series.

I don't think I've researched this much for a request XD I even watched the movie! Bonus points to those who know who I based Techno's character off of!

Pokémon Fears

Pairings: Platonic! Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, x GN! Sibling! Reader

Warnings: Pokemon Battles?

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Technoblade

(Y/N) cheered up in the stands louder than most of the people around them, Phil having long ago given up on quieting his youngest as they were watching his oldest battle. It was the championship and they were against the champion of their region, Technoblade. (Y/N) loved watching Techno during the League battles, though it was a different story off the field.

They roared with the crowd as the finalist last Pokémon was down, Techno patting his Garchomp’s shoulder for a good job.

“Alright.” Phil laughed before picking (Y/N) up and putting them on his shoulders. “Let’s go congratulate Techno.”

Holding onto Phil’s hands as he walked, (Y/N) eagerly chatted about the different Pokémon the other trainers used. It always surprised Phil that (Y/N) was always interested in the different creatures but if one so much as got too close…

(Y/N) squeaked as a Pidgey flew by their head, ducking down. Phil sighed patting their knee.

“It’s alright. They’re not going to do anything.”

Phil and the boys were never quite sure why (Y/N) was afraid of Pokémon, but they just were and couldn’t get near them. They could watch battles from a distance and had a decent amount of knowledge about various types, but couldn’t pluck the courage to be a few steps from them.

Techno was moving away from a few fans when (Y/N) and Phil showed up.

“Techno!” (Y/N) grinned again. “That was so cool! When Garchomp earthquaked their Blaziken-”

Techno chuckled as he took his sibling from Phil and let them ramble.

“Alright, alright.” He told them. “Why don’t we get something to eat and give Phil a break while you talk?”

“Can we go to that good sandwich place?” (Y/N) grinned.

“Yeah, ok. We’ll be home later Phil.”

“Ok, make sure you’re home before ten,” Phil told him and Techno gave a mock salute before walking off.

He let (Y/N) ramble away about the battles as he got their food and brought them to a park, sitting at a more secluded table. (Y/N) went quiet as they began to eat and Techno waited before speaking.

“So, why don’t we try again?” He offered as he took a Pokeball off his belt.

(Y/N) frowned as they shrank in their seat a bit, muttering, “I don’t know…”

“You got really close last time to actually petting Togekiss.” Techno reminded them. “So, why don’t we try one more time?”

“I got really close but I didn’t…I’m still scared.”

“It's ok to be. You sit and watch me battle trainer after trainer after all. You see what they do for battle. You don’t take a lot of time to just sit with them.” Techno said. “So, let’s let Togekiss sit with us.”

Techno let the Pokémon out and the creature let out a small noise as he stood on the table. (Y/N) squirmed in their seat as they looked at the creature.

“Why don’t you keep eating then try and pet him? Ok?” Techno offered and (Y/N) stared at the Pokémon before slowly nodding.

Their lunch continued, (Y/N) even quieter with the creature so close. Techno occasionally gave a bit of food to his Togekiss until both he and (Y/N) were done.

“Alright, now let’s try. Just be gentle, just like this.” Techno pet his Togekiss. “You can do it.”

(Y/N) stared at the Pokémon before reaching a hand out shakily. Togekiss stayed still, having done this a few times before and knowing his movement scared the poor child. (Y/N)’s and hovered above his head before closing their eyes and finally put their hand on top of it. Techno grinned proudly as (Y/N) stayed still for a moment before opening their eyes and grinning themselves when they saw that they actually did it.

“I-I did it!” (Y/N) grinned as they gently pet Togekiss, the Pokémon giving a small noise of delight.

“You did. I told you, you could.” Techno patted their head. “Now, you’ll be a champion before you know it.”

(Y/N) giggled as they smiled lightly at the Pokémon. Yeah, they’d be just like Techno.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wilbur

Wilbur came up to (Y/N)’s door, knocking. A moment later, (Y/N) opened and smiled up at him.

“Hey, kiddo. I’m going to play my guitar with my Pokémon, want to come and try sitting with us today?” Wilbur crouched in front of them.

It was always sad to Wilbur to see his sibling afraid of Pokémon. He knew they had a bad encounter with a more aggressive Taillow but he was sad to see they couldn’t bring themselves to be near other types. It made sense why they were extremely afraid of Phil’s Murkrows but not as much for other types. He actually missed sitting with (Y/N) while he played guitar and his Pokémon sang with them.

(Y/N) hesitated at the doorway before nodding slowly. “Yes.”

Wilbur smiled, ruffling their hair as he stood up. “Ok, get your shoes on and grab your jacket just in case and we’ll go to the park.”

He waited by the front door for them and called to Phil they were going out when they came down. They walked side by side to the park, the pair joking with each other. At one point, Wilbur gave them a shove before sprinting the rest of the way, challenging them as he ran away. (Y/N) laughed before sprinting after him, calling him out for his cheating.

The pair finally sat by the lake and Wilbur tuned his guitar.

“Any requests?” Wilbur looked up at them.

They shifted nervously now as now would be the time to let the Pokémon out and he smiled gently as he ruffled (Y/N)’s hair.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’ll only let Lapras and Marill to start, ok? We’ll work up to Altaria.” Wilbur assured them.

(Y/N) was silent before nodding. “Ok…can you sing one of your songs?”

He kept his soft smile for his sibling as he took out two Pokeballs from his bag. “Of course, I can, you ready?”

They nodded once more and he released Lapras in the lake and Marill next to the water’s edge. (Y/N) moved back slightly as Marill gave a delighted motion to see the other human again.

“Alright, you two,” Wilbur said putting a hand on top of Marill’s head. “We’re going to stay calm and sing for (Y/N).”

Both of the Pokémon let out a noise of agreement before Wilbur started to play. (Y/N) watched nervously as the trio in front of them. Wilbur was singing the actual words as he strummed as his Pokémon managed to harmonize with him, making a beautiful sound. They were starting on the third song when (Y/N) finally started to sing with them. Wilbur grinned brightly as he continued, Marill giving an elated noise as Lapras gave an encouraging one.

After the group finished the fourth song, they took a moment to break and Wilbur just strummed mindlessly when Marill wandered over to (Y/N). They scooted back slightly as Wilbur paused to put his instrument down.

“It’s ok. Marill would never hurt you. She just wants to sit in your lap, just like she used to.”

(Y/N) hesitated but sat still, shaking as Marill sat in their lap. They looked up at Wilbur to see him smiling as he scooted next to them to put a hand on their shoulder.

“See? You’re alright. It’s just Marill.”

(Y/N) stared down at the Pokémon in their lap before shakily putting a hand on her head. Marill gave an excited noise, startling (Y/N), but Wilbur hugged them around the shoulder to calm them.

“It’s ok,” Wilbur assured them.

They sat with their hand on Marill’s head for a few minutes before finally smiling lightly as they finally ran their hand along her head.

“There you go. I’m very proud of you.” Wilbur grinned.

“Thanks, Wilbur.” They smiled up at him.

It was a week later when Altaria was able to once more join their group.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy

“How do you plan on helping (Y/N)?” Tubbo asked and Tommy groaned loudly.

“I don’t know big man! Phil, Techno, and Wilbur all tried to help them out but they still can’t even get close to their own Pokémon!” Tommy threw up his arms.

It had been a week when Tommy and (Y/N) had snuck into a safari area they weren’t supposed to be in. As such, the Pokémon in the area had been startled by their presence and both had to be helped by the adults. Tommy had been fine, he didn’t mind the change in their adventure, but (Y/N) being a bit younger than him had been freaked out by the experience and was terrified at the moment to be around Pokémon, even their own Eevee, Electrike, and Riolu.

So, not only was Tommy in trouble for having the pair sneak into a place they were supposed to be but for also making (Y/N) freak out like they were.

“What can I do?” Tommy asked his friend.

Tubbo hummed. “Well, what did they like to do with their Pokémon before?”

“We’d have mock battles and they liked to go on walks and play with them,” Tommy told him.

“Well then do that! Have a mock battle with them. I’m sure they can’t resist, you both want to be trainers, right?”

“Well, yeah, we’re going to be the best champions!”

“Then they won’t be able to say no.”

Tommy nodded after a moment, grinning. “Yeah! Thanks, Tubbo! I got to go do that now!”

Tommy ran back home to gather (Y/N)’s Pokémon and his own in the backyard. Once he had them all, he knocked on (Y/N)’s door. They opened, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up Tommy?” They asked.

“I challenge you to battle!” Tommy declared.

(Y/N) frowned, shuffling nervously. “I…Don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on! We’re going to be Pokémon Champions, right?” Tommy grinned.

“I don’t know if I want to anymore.” (Y/N) muttered.

“Oh, come off it.” Tommy huffed before grabbing their hand.

“Tommy.” (Y/N) protested but Tommy dragged them to the backyard.

“No, come on. We’ve both wanted to be trainers since before we could even have Pokémon. You have been training yours and learning to be a trainer and now you want to quit? I won’t let it happen.” Tommy told them before going into the backyard. “So, let’s battle.”

(Y/N) shook as they saw the six Pokémon waiting and having their own conversations it seemed. There were (Y/N)’s own three and Tommy’s Charmander, Torchic, and Cyndaquil.

“T-Tommy, I can’t!” (Y/N) tried to leave.

“You can. Look, you and I are better than any other trainer. And you’re not giving it up.” Tommy pulled them forward and made them stand away but behind their Pokémon before he stood behind his own. “Now, you make the first move!”

Tommy didn’t want (Y/N) to throw away everything the pair of them had learned. They had both been excited about becoming trainers and had mock battles where their Pokémon didn’t seriously hurt each other and they even used all of their Pokémon at once. They both thought it’d make them better trainers as they would be able to focus much better on a one-on-one battle and they’d know how to make split-second calls faster. The pair of them worked so hard! And Tommy didn’t want to be the reason (Y/N) quit.

This had to work.

(Y/N)’s Pokémon were very happy to see them. Their Eevee and Electrike wagged their tails as their Riolu waved at them. (Y/N) gripped their hands nervously. They were so close to Pokémon and they were scared…but Tommy was right, they did want to be a trainer…even if they thought quitting was best.

“Come on (Y/N)!” Tommy cheered from his side.

They looked over at their brother and Tommy was grinning. They thought before taking a deep breath. They could do this…

“…Electrike! Thunderwave on Charmander!” They called out, Electrike letting out an excited call before doing as told, the rest of the Pokémon eager for the mock battle.

Tommy grinned brightly. “Cyndaquil! Smoke Screen!”

“Riolu, foresight!”

The pair played out their battle, both smiling and enjoying time with their Pokémon after. Tommy was extremely relieved as (Y/N) sat happily petting their Eevee. He’d be careful next time.

[unfoundhoney]

a sister’s sacrifice ; part two ↠

↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst with a minuscule amount of fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

↠ @leafyturtle @basheverythingyesterday @terribletoothbat

after all is said and done

after l’manberg is left half-ruined but still breathing

after techno runs off

after tommy and tubbo take seats in the cabinet

after wilbur has been killed by phil

after it all, you leave

you leave l’manberg & the rest of the server & refuse to pick a side

you move to a dark oak forest & build a little cottage for yourself hidden among the trees

you’re tired

you’re so so tired of everything & you just want to be at peace

of course, you could never fully leave everything

you’re still visited by your brothers (those that are left) & your friends

you help niki with her flower shop & various other building projects

you remain out of any political affairs tommy & tubbo are involved in

but you still spend most of your time alone in the woods

you’re content living like this

are you happy with the way your life has turned out?

god no

but you can live with being content

& then ghostbur shows up

(ghostbur) hello! are you the y/n phil keeps talking about?

you wanna talk about trauma?

let’s talk about being approached out of nowhere in the middle of the woods while mushroom hunting by your DEAD BROTHER and a blue sheep on a leash

what the f u c

(you, bewildered) ...will?

(ghostbur) i’m not wilbur. not the one you knew. i’m ghostbur! are you y/n? you look like phil described & i haven’t managed to find any other houses hidden in the dark oak forest.

this is... great

ghostbur becomes quite attached to you

will had distanced himself while living in pogtopia as his mental state deteriorated

it seems ghostbur is fulfilling the closeness alivebur wishes to have had maintained with you

.......

cool

this is fine

it’s totally fine

ghostbur visits you often

even though you know it’s not really your wilbur, it’s nice in some odd way to have a version of wilbur still around

it’s through ghostbur that you learn of tommy’s exile, long after it had happened

it seems no one wanted a protective mama bear y/n sent after them, so during your brief visits to the main residential areas, talk of tommy’s exile was conventiently never a conversation piece

you just figured he was busy or distracted or avoiding you like a moody teen

then ghostbur hands you a small letter one day

(you) what’s this?

(ghostbur) it’s an invitation to tommy’s beach party. he’s been quite lonely in exile

(you) quite lonely in what now

ghostbur fills you in as best as his little ghost brain can on what’s happened with tommy & burning down geroge’s house & tubbo exiling him

what do you mEAN TUBBO EXILED TOMMY????

WTFFFFF??????!!!

CAN YOU GET A BREAK????!!!?!?!?

WHAT ARE THESE IDIOT CHILDREN DOING

you’re the only person to get an invite

you watch from afar, wary of approaching your youngest brother with dream so close

you wait for dream to leave before going to him

(you) tommy?

(tommy) ...y/n!

you catch him in a hug without hesitation

(tommy) i knew you’d come

(you) tommy, i’m so sorry. i had no idea you’d even been exiled or i would have visited you immediately-... are you okay?

tommy is so....

he’s so.......

worn down

his clothes are torn & dirty, he has bags under his eyes

he’s thinner than he used to be, which is very concerning as he’s always been a bit of a walking stick

he just looks so tired

the usual fire that burns behind his eyes whether in anger or mischief or just happiness is nonexistent

(tommy) what?

(you) are you okay? i’d been worried because i hadn’t seen you around and- god, i’m so sorry. i should’ve looked for you or asked about you but i just assumed and now this and-... tom?

tommy just starts crying

because he thought you’d stopped caring about him too

he thought everyone stopped caring about him

but you’re here & you’re concerned & you’re as caring as usual

he buries his face in your shoulder & just cries his little heart out

you hold him and pet his hair and just let him cry

(you) tommy

(tommy) yeah?

(you) come home with me

(tommy) what?

(you) come home with me. you can live with me for the time being & we’ll get this sorted out, okay?

you’d seen how manipulative dream was being even in the short time you’d watched him & your brother, so it takes some convincing but soon tommy has packed his things & is heading out with you back to your home in the dark oak forest

you spend a while nursing him back to health, both physically & mentally

it’s truly heartbreaking having to recondition him out of the dependent mindset on dream

it also pisses you the fuck off but you focus your energy on tommy, not on revenge

tommy tries many times to convince you to come back

to go back to l’manberg & “plant the seed of rebellion”

which wasn’t even call for an actual rebellion, just that you could go back & raise hell about your littlest brother being exiled & demand he be allowed back

but time & time again you refuse

you are content staying away from everything & remaining out of conflict

tommy is very much not

so you lead him to techno’s new home

(you) don’t cause too much trouble for him

(tommy) he blew up l’manberg!

(you) wilbur blew up l’manberg. techno just tried to kill the government

you leave him there & head back home

do you get a moderately angry visit a few days later from techno, who eventually agrees to helping tommy upon your asking?

possibly

you’re not present when tommy & techno sneak onto the smp

you’re not there when tommy & tubbo fight

or during the doomsday war when techno, phil, & dream lay waste to l’manberg once and for all

you’re aware, yes

you’re around, you’re in the know

you just remain out of conflict & out of sight

you’re also not there to say goodbye to tommy & tubbo as they head off for their final battle with dream

that little tidbit you weren’t caught up on, too busy wallowing in your own self misery & crying over your broken family

but ghostbur comes to visit that day

(ghostbur) hello, y/n!

(you) hello, ghostbur. it’s nice to see you

(ghostbur) you, as well! would you like some blue

(you) no. thank you.

(ghostbur) i sure do hope tommy & tubbo come back alright

(you) come back from what?

you were expecting “a trip to the nether,” “a journey to a new woodland mansion,” “a search for sunken ships”

instead, you get:

(ghostbur) their final battle with dream. they set off not too long ago

(you) ........if you’ll excuse me

you head off immediately, tracking tommy & tubbo despite all odds

you do not care, those are your brothers & they are not dying on your watch to dream of all people

they may have been told it’s a battle

they may think they have a chance

but this is dream we’re talking about

you know a trap when you see one

you climb up the mountainside as stealthily as possible

you arrive just in time to hear tubbo’s screams as he is cornered and killed by dream, losing his second canon life

tommy seems to be beat into submission as dream threatens to kill tubbo a final time, who respawns defenseless without any of his items

dreams leads them down into the mountain, villain monologuing the whole way

dramatic bitch

you jump down after them, tired of hearing him threaten your brothers

(you) i think you’ve said enough, dream

(dream) there you are. i was beginning to wonder when mama bear would show up

you put yourself between dream and your brothers

(you) you won’t hurt them anymore. i’m taking them & we’re leaving

(dream) i don’t think that’s up to you, y/n

(you) we’ll see

you take the first swing at dream, landing a clean hack at his shoulder with your axe

but again

this is dream we’re talking about

you’ve never been the most talented fighter & dream is second only to technoblade

i.e. you never stood a chance

but all reason went out the window when it comes to saving your brothers

soon you’re backed against a wall, dream’s axe at your throat

(dream) well this was a waste of time

(you) you’re a monster

(dream) thanks

(you) you think distancing yourself from everyone & everything will work? trust me, it doesn’t. it doesn’t matter how far away you move or how much you push those you love away, those feelings will always be there

dream considers you for a moment

you hope he at least has no satisfaction as you stare back in defiance

you’re unafraid; coming down here was a death sentence & yet you still jumped in headfirst

(dream) maybe for someone like you. but i’m not like you. i don’t care about anything or anyone on this server. i’m not burdened by attachment & i will never be again.

(you) i pity you, dream

(dream) pity me in hell

dreams draws his arm back & swings his axe down

you will lose your final canon life to dream, for your brothers

it’s always for your brothers

as much as you think you should hate them, hate everyone for everything that has happened to you

you can’t

they’re your family

you’ll love them infinitely

tubbo gasps in shock & tommy gives a yell of protest

you know they love you, too

you close your eyes

dream’s axe meets your neck

and you’re gone

[soothinglee]

GOODBYE V

warnings:: someone getting hurt.

requested by @erensbbg

previous - next

Ranboo opened the spruce door with a bang. everything in the house shook as he threw his things onto the hard wood floor in anger.

Tubbo shuffles into the house hand in hand with Michael as the child looks at his angered father in confusion. he looks up at tubbo who slowly puts Michael behind him in a trance.

“Ranboo it’ll be alright, we’ll get y/n back-“ tubbo starts leaving Michael at the door to try and calm his husband down with a soft pat on the back.

Ranboo huffs in anger. in a blink of a eye tubbo is halfway across the room cowering as ranboos once green and red eyes turn a dark shade of purple that glows in the darkness.

“SHUT UP TUBBO!” He yells throwing a small wooden table that barely missed Michael "YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE DONT GET THEM BACK! HE WILL BE UPSET! HE WILL RUIN EVERYTHING WE HAVE AND TAKE MICHAEL WAY FROM US! DO YOU REALLY WANT THAT TO HAPPEN?!" he walks over to Tubbo who was propped up on his arms lying on the floor.

tears falls down his cheeks. he shakes his head rapidly. "N-No..NO! Ranboo please you're doing it again. You're going to scare Michael away!"

Ranboo whips around to see the child holding himself in shaking arms. Michael was too focused on looking at Tubbo in concern instead of the tall black and white man walking towards him. "dad? what's going on?"

all Tubbo could do is shake his head. the sudden feel of a cold hand on his foreman brings him to the person in-front of him making him tilt his head confusion. "papa? w'ats wrong with your eyes?"

Ranboo laughs and shakes his head "nothings the matter Michael but, I have a question for you. do I scare you?"

Michael tilts his head and shakes it, "no? am I supposed to be scared?"

Ranboo shakes his head and laughs, "no. I think you should get ready for bed. its getting late and we have big plans for tomorrow! we have to be up bright and early!"

Michael narrows his eyebrows. "okay! goodnight papa! goodnight dad!" Michael bends down to unstrap the velcro on his orange shoes to slip them off, then he shimmes his brown leather jacket and hangs it up on the coat rack to make his way to the ladder.

from the floor Tubbo calls out a soft 'goodnight Mike' and watches as he dissapers to the floor above. once he's gone Tubbo stands up quickly and looks at Ranboo. "are you crazy! I thought we agreed that we'd never let Michael see you like this!"

Ranboo waves Tubbo away dismissively and makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of water "He was bound to find out anyway."

Tubbo scoffs and follows Ranboo into the kitchen rubbing the arm he fell on "mo he wasn't! Michael is just a child! he's going to be traumatized. he's just like you; a scare little boy who just wants to be safe."

Ranboo turns around with a half finished glass of water in his hands. he lifts it up to his mouth while staring at tubbo and downs the rest of it in a single gulp. he places it back on the counter. "I was a child when I first met him. If your worried about safety he'll be fine. you, I, Puffy and Foolish both taught him how to take care of himself. plus we'll be there."

Tubbo shakes his head, "god knows what will happen! you'll probably be under his control while we're there! it's not a good idea!"

particles start to surround Ranboos body as he begins to shake. He takes a deep breath and grabs another cup of water. He takes a few moments until all the particles are gone. "we are going to see him tomorrow and that's final. you know what will happen if we don't go. we aren't going to discuss this any longer. I suggest you get some sleep too, don't want you to be ⏁⟟⍀⟒⎅" he walks off.

Tubbo needs to find a way to stop things from going bad and he needs to talk to y/n, without techno knowing.

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[bonesandthebees]

And once they come face to face with Sam, the real protectiveness starts to come out. And I’m very much getting the feeling that Phil doesn’t really like Sam. Part of it could just be not liking his authority questioned, since Sam does seem to do that a lot. It’s also the fact that Sam constantly refuses to step in and lets the kids fight. That and the fact that he barely gave Wilbur a chance and is judging him without Knowing him.

The peak of protectiveness is while travelling though. Phil’s wings are really cool (Angel of Death much). Also, kinda guardian angel symbolism with him literally flying of them and keeping and eye out. He’s also pretty much taking Wilbur under his wing by saying “you’re one of us tonight”. And I feel like Techno put in extra effort to stick close to Tommy and Wilbur because he knows how anxious they are.

I’ll flip back to the stairs though because we once again get to see everyone’s different ways of dealing with Wilbur. Techno was yet again going to force him to do the stairs in the dark. He made him go down last time, and sure it wasn’t comfortable or efficient, but it worked and would be better in the long run. Wilbur would have been able to do the stairs in the dark now too, but it would have taken longer.

On the opposite side we have Tommy, who’s generally fine with forcing Wilbur, just not as aggressively, he will push and prod, but he doesn’t actually want to risk hurting him. Tommy always gives him light because he doesn’t want Wilbur to fall down the stairs, even though we’ll never learn to walk them blindly that way.

Phil sits in the middle, he’s not opposed to making Wilbur walk the stairs blindly. He knows he’ll need to learn it eventually. However, Phil adapts to situations. This is not the time and place to push him. He knows pushing him to do it will be slower, therefore he gets a light. They don’t have time for the process right now, but they doesn��t mean it won’t happen in the future. It also shows how Phil is more adaptive than Techno or Tommy. He picks a tactic based on what he thinks will fit the situation best, taking outside parameters into account as well.

Also, I really like how you used ‘landmarks’ from the other two times Wilbur has been out to navigate where they are going. He’s seen those things before, he has memories associated to them. This shows a difference to the first time he travel through the city where everything was new and blended in the same. These things (moments/memories) stand out now and they show how Wilbur himself is different compared to the first time he got on that bike with Tommy.

(2/?)

-🌲

sam and phil have an... interesting relationship. they're old friends who have known each other for a long time, but sam didn't actually start worshipping kristin or join the deathlings until recently. he's always had a tenuous relationship with religion and is probably closer to agnostic than a devout acolyte to death, but that's not the source of tension between phil and him. it's more about phil's leadership style and sam's own stubbornness and his tendency to get fixated on his own point of view and what he thinks is the right thing to do in any given situation. and of course his reluctance to actually break up fights. he's constantly wavering between not wanting to be too involved and wanting to keep order. he doesn't have a spine, and phil can see that

I didn't even think of the guardian angel symbolism but you're right that's SUCH a cool way to put it. I wanted to show off the wings since we haven't gotten to see them since chapter 1. he's almost literally the angel of death.

I love this analysis of the three approaches to the stairs. I love showing the different characterizations based on how they guide wilbur up and down them. phil is adaptable, like you said. he knows theres a time and a place to push, and he knows when not to. now is not the time and that's fine. they'll always have later.

YEAHHH wilbur is slowly learning the city and is able to compare the different times he goes out with how he's changed

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under The Floorboards pt. IIII

(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V

Whipping the sweat off your brow you placed the honey jars you collected on the ground, Phil really built this farm efficiently. However, that didn’t stop you needing to collect honey pots here and there, now that the vault was complete you could actually use the honey for normal things. Technoblade would never admit it but he loved when you put honey in his tea, contrary to popular belief he wasn’t a fan of plain black tea or coffee. You rolled up your sleeves and adjusted the sunhat that sat lazily on your head against your better judgment you had left your armor inside. The only thing on your person was a netherite ax Techno had enchanted for you, it was an effective weapon but without your armor, you were a bit of a sitting duck. As the bees buzzed and bumped lazily into each other, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. They were just so silly. You picked up the crate of jars and turned around, your eyes narrowed as you saw some movement by the trees, it was still too early for Tommy and Technoblade to be back...so just who was snooping around the property. You felt very naked in your sun hat and overalls, especially if it was Dream himself that you were about to encounter. Your worry only increased as you noticed four men all in netherite armor walking towards the house, their swords were drawn. You had a feeling that these were the men who took Technoblade the day prior. They were like a little gang all dressed the same way, bloody aprons and all they really had the executioner vibes down. 

    “Hello, gentlemen.” You smiled giving them a wave while you adjusted the box of honey, “beautiful day isn’t it?” 

The first to answer was a man who had a scar from the tip of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his lip. He sent you a smile and you noticed a tooth missing from the upper row, a navy blue beanie held his dark hair in place. 

    “Very beautiful, it’s always a good day when the sun is shining.” He mused the sun in question reflected beautifully across all their netherite armor. The one thing you decided to leave inside, you weren’t intimidated nope not at all. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

    “(Y/N).” You responded with a hum, “Is there something that I can help you all with today?” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed two of the men moved to surround you, they thought they were slick. The only one who didn’t move was the tallest of the children there, he looked to be half Enderman. He also looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now poor thing. Drawing your gaze back to the other three men, you noticed one was Tommy’s age and had small horns atop his head, along with goat-like ears. A burn scar also took up half of his face. It made you frown distastefully, what was with these kids getting traumatized? First Tommy and now the half enderman and the goat kid, you couldn’t adopt all of them, well you could but it’d be a lot of work. The other looked to be part fox after all the big orange ears and the fluffy tail was dead give away, wait didn’t Ghostbur say his son was a fox. “Are you Fundy?” You asked, suddenly tilting your head to the side.

    “How do you know my name?” Fundy’s face flushed a little and he shuffled on his feet, his hand twitching to grab the sword that was at his side. 

    “I talked to your father earlier today. I’m assuming that’s how you found me?” You took the hat off your head and rested it on Carl’s stable. The fox gave a reluctant nod of confirmation you licked your lips and put your hands behind your back. “So? Do you have a problem with Technoblade or just me specifically?”

    “Wow, she’s not even a little bit ashamed.” Quackity mused and you frowned, “We’re here because your boyfriend blew up our country. He also disgraced our President right Tubbo? Don’t know if you’re aware of that or not but he escaped his punishment. So we intend to make him repent.” He walked towards you and you took a step away from him. 

    “That’s far enough thank you.” You held up your hand in hopes it would stop his trek towards you, Quackity did pause for a moment. He let out a chuckle and smiled. He thought your tough attitude was cute, but he was clearly mocking you. 

Jackass. 

    “Quackity maybe we should leave her be...she didn’t do anything.” The young goat kid murmured his ears flicking as he looked up at you. 

    “Quiet Tubbo. Let the adults speak,” Quackity snapped at him before clearing his throat and looking back at you. “Listen (Y/N) was it? We’re going to have to ask that you come with us. If you don’t we’ll have to take you by force.”

    “Wait, couldn't Technoblade have trained her?” The half enderman spoke holding up his finger in the air but no one seemed to pay him any attention. 

    “I guess force it is. Although the fight is a little unfair.” You took out your ax and twirled it in your hand, “Something tells me you don’t exactly like fair fights.” Fundy took a hesitant step backward not really wanting to lose a life for this of all things, but he pulled out his sword just in case. Clicking your tongue in distaste you sent a bloodthirsty smile their way, one that rivaled Technoblade, “Come at me.” 

Without hesitation, Quackity charged at you with his sword he didn’t aim to kill, just disarm or injure. You blocked the swing with the wooden part of your ax and spun around just in time to dodge an attack from Tubbo. You managed to elbow him in the back and he stumbled forward into Quackity, the man made a grunting sound before shoving Tubbo off of him and into the snow. Fundy moved next and managed to land a hit on the side of your arm, you hissed loudly glaring daggers at the fox. His ears pressed against his head and he let out a small whimper, “sorry!”

    “Don’t apologize to her!” Quackity groaned, “You guys are the worst gang ever.” He slapped his forehead as you readjusted your posture, “I have to do everything myself.” Quackity snarled charging at you again you sidestepped out of the way. As he stumbled trying to regain himself he knocked over the honey pots and they shattered against the ground. You swung your ax and managed to land a hit on him in the back of the legs, he let out a strangled yelp and fell on his face into the snow like Tubbo had done earlier. Yanking out the ax out of the leader of the gang blood splattered all over the ground and stained the snow. Little red beads dripped off the ax as you held it by your side, the man only let out another scream as it was torn out of him. 

    “Back. Off.” You repeated again baring your teeth with a hiss, “Turn around and go back to L’manburg and I won’t kill you. Got it.”  The ax was pointed at all of them, you saw the half enderman nod vigorously, 

    “Yes ma’am.” He nodded rapidly grabbing Tubbo and Fundy by the arm and pulled them back, the three of them watched as Quackity snarled and backed up to join them. You watched them cower and you dropped your ax on the ground so you could press the palm of your hand into the wound on your arm. You quickly turned and ran back into your home to collect bandages and fix yourself up, blood speckled the floor as you made your way into the bathroom. You tore off your overalls and shirt, washing out the wound before wrapping your arm in bandages. You didn’t know how long you stood there in front of the mirror but you looked worse for wear. 

Technoblade was going to lose his shit.

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All Technoblade could think about on their way back to his retirement home, was you. He could only put up with Tommy for so many hours until he needed to talk to literally anyone else. He was ready to get your relaxing date night underway; he could already feel your fingers running through his hair braiding his as you went. He hummed fondly listening as the voices called him simp repeatedly, he didn’t mind this time considering he was when it came to you. 

    “That’s still cringe chat.” He murmured to himself as Tommy continued to scream about something in the background, “Yeah, yeah I love her.” He heard the chat flip their shit and he fondly chuckled, intermixed with their happy cries there was a distinct sound of ‘E’ as well as ‘nerd.’ He almost didn’t hear Tommy’s worried shouting. He frowned and rolled his eyes back into his skull, 

    “What Tommy?” 

    “Technoblade! Technoblade!” The teen bumped back into him, Technoblade grunted and looked down at him. He followed Tommy’s eyes and spotted the blood littered snow outside his house. Technoblade paused and his vision went red around the edges, his eyes stayed trained on the bloodstains as the voices began to roar within his skull. His head shot up and he saw the honey box spilled over on the ground, glass littered the snow, your hat hanging loosely on Carl’s old stable. 

     “T-Technoblade.” Tommy stuttered again looking up at the pig-man, seeing how glazed over his eyes looked. He swore steam was coming out of Technoblade’s nose and his hand drew out his pickaxe gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt his tusks grow in size and his face began to shift into his pig form. Tommy’s voice was drowned out by the flood that was the voices in his head: 

‘SHE’S GONE. THEY HAVE HER. KILL THEM ALL. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. WE DEMAND BLOOD. E. SAVE HER. YOU’RE A FAILURE. YOU DIDN’T PROTECT HER. SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEM. SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. SHE NEVER HURT ANYBODY. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’ 

Technoblade took a step forward to which Tommy rapidly backed up in response. He’s never seen Techno this gone before, oh shit he has it bad for (Y/N). However, Tommy didn’t make a move to stop Technoblade; he didn’t want him to release that rage on him. Technoblade walked into the house, stepping on his glasses that fell off his face. He threw his door open with a loud slam, he needed potions and he needed a new sword. 

Whoever did this all their cannon lives were gone he’d make it long and torturous.

A soft voice broke him out of his stupor his entire body went rigid. 

    “Bubs…” He slowly turned around and came face to face with you, you looked so small, so delicate standing in the doorway. You were wearing your pajamas, soft blue with little sheep all over them. His ears twitched and his shoulders softened considerably seeing you standing safe in the doorway, however, he tensed again the minute he saw the bandages tied around your arm. Blood leaking through them, he growled eyes locking in on the spot as you made soft shushing sounds at him. 

‘SHE’S HURT. SHE’S ALIVE THOUGH. BUT SHE’S HURT, THEY NEED TO PAY. ATONE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SPILL THEIR BLOOD THEN MAKE OUT WITH HER. SHE’LL LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU DO. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade jumped feeling her hand caress his cheek, “Bubs it’s alright I’m okay.” Your voice was smooth and soothing, his eyes dilated as you spoke to him. His face shifting back to normal as he breathed heavily through his nose, “See?” You brought his head down to rest against your chest, it looked uncomfortable the way that he was bending. However, he could feel your heart beating in your chest, he made a soft whimper and grabbed onto your shoulders his pink hair tickled your chin. You brought your hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he finally calmed down enough to ignore the voices for the time being. Right now they were just commenting on how nice and warm her hands were anyway.

    “What happened to you? There was blood everywhere I was so scared.” His voice broke a little bit as he pulled away from you. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest Technoblade had never looked so broken. 

    “The butcher squad came and attacked me. They wanted to use me to get to you but I fought them off just like you taught me.” You couldn’t help but smile proudly at him and he let out a disbelieving laugh. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back as he cradled you gently in his arms, you both stood there rocking back and forth together until Technoblade was satisfied. 

    “That’s my girl.” He finally murmured backing away from you, you flushed at the compliment. Whenever he called you that it made you flush all over, you let out a loud flustered whine and whacked him on the chest. Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression, it was a rare moment the tables were flipped like this and Technoblade was going to take full advantage of the situation. “Princess what’s with that look? Am I, thee Technoblade, making you flustered? I know I’m a lot to handle, I beat Dream once, I never die, I’m not homeless. Guess what?” 

    “What?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he circles you eyeing you up and down. 

    “I’m single.” 

    “Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow, “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You twirled your hair around your fingers and you felt his strong hands rest on your waist. 

    “Hm I don’t think so. You might need to refresh my memory,” Technoblade mused kissing your neck tenderly. 

    “Well she’s stunningly gorgeous, and tough as nails,” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him. “She absolutely adores you and how protective you are of her, and how much of a gentle giant you are.” He made a noise of protest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You could tell he was pouting at you, 

    “See, not only is that super cringe but also factually incorrect. I am not a gentle giant, I just committed vast sums of minor terrorism and I also kill orphans so what would my girlfreind say to that huh?” He huffed clicking his tongue distastefully. 

    “She would say that you’re right but also she sees the way you take care of Carl, and how you put up with Tommy. You’re totally brothers. That makes you at least a little bit soft” 

    “Not brothers and I don’t like him.” 

    “Right sure,” You giggled a little and kissed his chin lightly. 

Technoblade let out an indignant sound before muttering, “Oh we should probably tell Tommy you aren’t kidnapped. Also discuss what to do about L’manburg now that they know you exist.” You blocked out that last part and made a beeline outside to find Tommy. The teenager in question was fumbling with his hands over by his cobblestone tower, you ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug. 

    “(Y/N)!” He shouted letting out a disbelieving laugh hugging you back with a childish smile. “You’re okay! Holy fuck I totally thought you were dead and shit! Technoblade was going fucking apeshit! His face went all pig like n’ shit totally thought he was gonna kill everyone for you! Not that I was worried.” He added quickly shoving you away crossing his arms. 

    “Of course you weren’t THE Tommy is never worried.” 

    “Yeah exactly Miss Blade you get me.” You smiled fondly at him and you ruffled his hair and he shouted at you to stop. You did so sensing Technoblade approach the both of you, Techno interlocked your hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. “You chill now Big T?” 

    “I’m always chill Tommy. Only nerds aren’t chill.” He mused with a scoff, “Hence why I always call you a nerd.” 

    “WHAT THE FUCK TECHNOBLADE! I AM ALWAYS CHILL! I’M THE CHILLEST MAN ALIVE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!” 

    “Stop shouting,” Technoblade groaned burying his face in your hair as you laughed fondly at their antics. Although L’manburg knew about your existence now, and although you knew Dream probably wasn’t too far behind in learning that knowledge either, you felt everything was going to be okay. 

All you needed was each other, Technoblde, Tommy, Phil and you. Together you four were gonna do great things, you just knew it.

~~~

I do plan on making another part because people seem to be enjoying this story a lot more than I originally thought when I first posted it. Which is amazing thank you for all the love and support! New stuff is also in the works, thanks again for reading and enjoying! Stay safe guys! 🥰✨

[ayamturd]

brother│sbi family

summary: y/n will always stand by their brothers no matter the hardship or challenges they should overcome in the end.

song: Brother by Kodaline

warnings: angst to fluff(?), cursing, blood/gore descriptions, death, slight spoliers for dsmp

pairing: in-game platonic!sbi family

a/n: i heard this song the other day and knew i had to give it a try (give it a listen!). also, each section/scene change is supposed to show a period of growth for the reader, both in age and confidence wise. as always, pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

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When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

“Techno, wait!” 

“Keep up then, slow poke!” 

Technoblade and y/n were running through the village, laughing like madmen while jumping over the hay bales serving as their mini obstacle course. They were passing the time while Dadza finished his tradings with Wilbur, him volunteering to assist in hopes of exploring the market place. As they continued their chase, Technoblade began to gain a lead; his long limbs giving him a far unfair advantage against his smaller sibling. He was nearing the local well in the town square, and y/n knew they would have to take drastic measure before he could claim victory. 

Quickly assessing their surroundings, y/n grabbed the first product they could snatch off the closest stand. They beamed it at Techno, the potato hitting him on the back of his head, causing him to falter and trip over his hooves. Y/n leaped over him, grin wide when hearing the vendor and their brother yell after them.

“Y/n! What gives?!” Technoblade scrambled up in a hurry, rushing to meet their stride. Y/n only cackled, shouting back, “hey, it’s like you once said, ‘What the ancients called a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease.’”

The sun beamed down in the late afternoon, yet y/n was too driven to notice. They reached the center square and rang the bell, signifying their win. “I regret teaching you the ways of Sun Tzu.” Technoblade was panting with his hands on his knees; he had tried to catch up given his fall slowing him down, but ended up running in vain to his defeat.

“Ahh you don’t mean that now, do you?” Y/n climbed up the well and jumped on Technoblade’s shoulders, forcing him to adjust to the sudden weight while they gripped his pink hair. He grunted, “I do if it means you beating me.” Y/n giggled. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll always remember your miserable loss as the origin of my success.” 

“Gee, thanks.” Despite their bickering, the two children held large smiles, snickering while spinning carefree and contently. They tuned out the world, purely existing in the moment while conquering each trivial challenge at a time.

We've taken different paths

“Come on, y/n, you’ve got to let go some time or another.” Y/n clung onto Wilbur’s side, curled into his chest while the lanky man hovered his arms above them.

“Not until you hug me back, you jerk!” Wilbur sighed, pulling them in again. “I already hugged you in the house. We’re not gonna be here for another 10 minutes, right? You know how impatient Tommy can be.”

“Alright, fine you dickhead. I’ll let you go. See if I care the next time you want a hug,” y/n huffed. They pulled away in haste and crossed their arms, turning away from him completely. 

“You’re such a cry baby, s’not like we’ll be gone forever. Can visit and shit,” Tommy spoke up, walking towards the pair with his saddle in hand.

“Shut up, bitch. I won’t miss you anyway, I was talking to Wilbur.”

“Like hell you won’t!”

Wilbur stepped between the two, hand on Y/n’s shoulder and a push to Tommy’s face. “Maybe it’s best that we’re leaving, y/n. Tommy’s obviously influenced you too much.”

“Why the hell you say that like it’s a bad thing?!”

“Ugh, God please no.”

Despite all odds, y/n was the shortest in the family compared to all the boys. They were forced to look up at Tommy while he glared down at their smug face. 

Phil came forward from the house and chose to stand besides y/n. “I’ve only just gotten them to leave, don’t tell me you’re holding them down any longer.” Y/n muttered a small no. Wilbur and Tommy looked offended at the comment, and Phil only chuckled at the sight. “You’ll see them soon, y/n. You know they’ve been waiting for the opportunity to explore, and one day you’ll take your chance too.”

“Yeah, I know,” y/n sighed and leaned into Phil’s side. They were openly pained to have their brothers leave their home, disliking the idea of their family separated, yet they knew they didn’t have the right to stop them from their ambitions.

Phil checked over their supplies once more before patting their shoulders with encouraging words. Giving them room, the brothers mounted their horses and pulled the reins to the East, taking one final glance at their home. They both waved and rode off. 

The sun laid above the horizon, strips of color spread across the sky as night began to fall. Though they were too far to hear, y/n waited a moment before speaking. “Till next time.” 

And travelled different roads

“You can’t be serious.”

“You rather I leave them to die?” Technoblade was packing, grabbing his best weaponry and stuffing rations into his satchel. Although contemplating to bring his armor, he opted out of it in favor of traveling light. Y/n was trailing behind the large piglin, eyes irritated and upset. 

“How can you say that? I’m only concerned on why you think a revolution is what they need right now!” Technoblade spun around at their words, standing above them menacingly. Any rational person would be afraid if it weren’t for the fact that they grew up together. 

“Y/n. You and I both know there’s a reason they called me and me alone. I’m going there to help and do what is ask of me. What else do you expect from all of this?” Technoblade spoke steadily, his chin still raised while his eyes looked down at them. It only angered y/n more. 

“What I expect, Technoblade, is for you to be their brother and help them! Be their brother for once and not just ‘the Blood God’!” Y/n emphasized each point with a jab to his chest. It was rare for the two to fight at all, them being considerably close and maintaining the same idealization for the most part. 

Techno only narrowed his eyes before grabbing y/n’s wrist. “We’ve talked about this, y/n. Don’t act like you don’t understand the difference between ‘the Blood God’ and myself. Don’t act like there is a difference at all.” There was a slight pause as y/n’s eyes widen at their close proximity, Technoblade having had moved closer towards their face.

“… you’re hurting me, Techno.” Glancing down at their hands, Technoblade immediately let go and grabbed his crossbow behind y/n, leaving the room as if the conversation never happened. Y/n was quick to follow him before he left the house. 

They screamed out, “This isn’t right, Techno! For their sakes, you and that tactical brain of yours should realize that at the very least!” Technoblade stopped near the exit and tilted his head to the left, a brief silence before speaking. “If you weren’t so afraid of the world, you could always go save them yourself.”

He slammed the front door close at that, leaving a still y/n in shock at his words. The night was dead quiet as y/n stood there for some time, a ringing silence impeding the air. Phil came down the hallway from his room, tired yet aware of the situation; he was admittedly awake during the argument. “Are you alright, dear?” His voice was soft as he was unsure of y/n’s current emotions, their back to him while facing the front door. Y/n turned towards him with teary eyes.

“No.”

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

“Ya’ know what, Wilbur?” Tommy was sitting on a furnace, Wilbur leaning against the cavern walls across him. They were both eating dinner together in the dark, dimly lit and empty space, the only sound coming further down the cave where Technoblade farmed until Tommy spoke up. Raising a hand to chew, Wilbur swallowed before asking a what?

“I’m getting real sick of potatoes.” They both laughed at that, temporarily finding joy in the small joke before fading back into a helpless silence. They were still reeling from their situation; no home, no friends, no government to stand with. While they were in the presence of their brother, Technoblade was focused on their main goal: revolution. Even through perseverance, the brothers couldn’t help but feel exhausted from the efforts, the previous war having taken a toll in spite of the approaching age of a new one.

“I miss home,” Tommy expressed, eyes trained to the ground. Wilbur stared at the boy before looking down at the baked potato in hand. “Me too.” 

A sudden noise came from above, as if someone broke down their stone entrance. Although Pogtopia had gained an underground support from the citizens of Manberg, their location was still undisclosed to the others, secret letters and Tubbo being the only communication. Grabbing his sword, Tommy nodded to Wilbur and headed up the steep stairway. Wilbur briefly looked up and ran to warn Technoblade of a possible intruder. 

Weapon in hand, Tommy creeped up the path determined. Footsteps echoed underground and Tommy paused to push himself against the wall. The light of a lantern glowed ever so brighter with each approaching step behind the corner above. Right as he rose to strike, a familiar voice spoke out. 

“You’re not seriously going stab me now, right?” Tommy’s gaze shot up to see his sibling smirk at his surprise. “Cause that would suck after traveling this whole way to see you idiots.”

Tommy laughed breathlessly in disbelief before shouting their name for all to hear. He ran up to quickly embrace them and pulled them down to meet the rest. Technoblade and Wilbur visibly relaxed at the sigh of the two, weapons dropping to their side.

“You’re here,” Technoblade stated, his eyebrows raised unexpectedly. Expression neutral, y/n only spared him a glance before looking to the side. “I’m here.” 

Wilbur ignored the small tension and walked forward, a soft smile at the sight of them with his arms raised. “Am I still allowed to ask for that hug?” Y/n grinned and let him engulf them in a hug. They squeezed his torso tight while they swayed slightly side to side. Tommy, elated to see his sibling for the first time in practically years, vocalized his excitement loudly behind the embracing pair.

“Are you here to help us fight?!”

Y/n hesitated before turning back to smile wearily, “I’m here to help you in any way I can.”

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

“You want to be a hero, Tommy?”

The battlefield was suspended in apprehension, everyone amassed on the small platform above the caved in trench. Standing before them, separated by the broken landscape, Technoblade held large, black skulls in each hand. In front of him, two structures of sand guarding his sides. He was perched over them, eyes red in blood-like fury with tusks that pointed in pride and determination. Y/n gaped in horror at the sight, whispering a small no that fell on deaf ears. 

“Then die like one!”

A sudden light blinded the field, Technoblade having had completed the ancient ritual due for destruction. Before anyone could collet their thoughts, a small force pushed everyone back. Strong winds blew as dust covered the the terrain, and from the ashes of white fire rose two mythological beasts with holo eyes and a grotesque body of dark bones. There was a beat of stillness before chaos erupted.

Yelling and panic ensued as some began fighting the monstrosities while others worked to kill those preventing the end. Y/n felt lost as others pushed and pulled them every way. They tried looking for their brothers, crying out their names in the frantic space, but could no longer define anyone in the tumultuous crowd overwhelming them. 

By the time they were able to separate themself from the group, a building hum penetrated from above. Explosions descended around them as they became trapped by the blasts. Arms covered and crouched close to the ground, Y/n was helpless to the wither, and they stared in dread as the creature began to glow to attack once more. 

Before they met their final end, however, colors invaded the sky and erupted against the wither’s side. It roared in rage at the measly ambush and turned to find the source. Y/n was still frozen in the futile position, but was hoisted from behind and dragged up the small crater entrapping them. 

Technoblade let go of their weight once on solid ground again and stepped away immediately. Y/n, wheezing from the realization they could have died, turned to look up at their brother while still laying on the ground. Arms beneath them, they struggled to raise their head to him. 

“Why, Tech,” y/n exasperated, eyes begging for a justification for more destruction beyond that of their recent brother’s death. Tears fell in anguish of the devastation around them. “Just why?”

“Not everyone can be saved. Not everything is worth being saved.”

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

“Come on Toms, stay with me now.” Pulling with all their might, y/n grappled the thin boy through the water as they fought to swim against the current in the rising dawn. As they crawled onto the sandy shores, the heavy weight of being completely soaked left them restless on the beach. Taking a moment to breathe, y/n gathered their strength before rushing to Tommy’s side.

“Come on, Tommy. You can’t do this to me now.” Y/n laid him completely flat and started to push his chest in rhythmic beats, shoving down as hard as they could to save him. 

He was already incredibly pale from the cold depths of the water, and y/n could only assume he had been in the water for some time before they arrived. 

Every so often they would glance to discern any movement or change but would go back to focusing on reviving their brother entirely. As more time passed and Tommy refused to move, Y/n grew frustrated and speed up their pace harshly, tears clouding their vision despite their resolution. “Please, Tommy. Please. I can’t lose another one of you. Not again.”

With a sudden twitch, Tommy jerked before coughing up water and trembling with the rush of air to his lungs. Y/n looked up to the green horizon and closed their eyes in relief, tears streaming down their cheeks before they reached down to hold the boy close. Gently bring him into their arms and caressing his long wet hair, Tommy continued to draw breaths with his arm hung limply around them. He clutched the fabric on their shoulder, whimpering in a small voice,

“Y/n? Are you really here this time?” Y/n squeezed him tighter.

“It’s really me, Toms. I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again.”

And if we hit on troubled water

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

“This is not a trial, Technoblade.” Quackity motioned to the anvil strung above the stage, beaming at the seething piglin through the bars of the cage. “This is an execution. We are going to kill you.” 

Hidden beneath the breath of night while under the effects of the invisible potion, y/n observed from the roof of a nearby house. Although they kept their distance from everyone in their family besides Tommy, y/n couldn’t ignore the apparent ‘Butcher Army’ when they passed through the forest where they were collecting wood, their brother strung behind them as if on a leash. 

Y/n glared at the immaturity of the young boys, despising the belief that more death will create peace in a land built on bloodshed. While their relationship with Technoblade was rough considering their last encounter, they couldn’t deny the fact that he had a right to hold his certain principles and acted out in aggression to the others’ mistreatment; though arguably to an extreme.

Their gaze shifted when the mercenary, Punz, announced his arrival with thrown snowballs and began spreading TNT as an apparent distraction. Deciding to aid in the diversion, y/n pulled arrows out of their quiver and aimed to target the boys when they tried to assault him. 

“Where the hell did that come from?!” Fundy screeched out in revelation after barely managing to dodge an incoming arrow to the leg. Despite all efforts, Quackity realized their intentions and ran to pull the level. As he let out a joyous shout, y/n dropped their bow in fear, eyes trained on the falling anvil before it was meant to strike and scrambled to their feet. To their astonishment and utter relief, a faint, green glow emitted once Technoblade was supposedly killed. The Blood God had escape death. What a surprise.

Y/n watched as Technoblade climbed swiftly out of the cage and followed a green figure mounted on his horse through a tunnel hidden beneath a stone hill. They knew from pass whispers and Tommy’s harsh words that it was the warrior, Dream, having had only seen the daunting smiling face in a blur during the war. They were aware of the torment the man had caused to their family, both in the war and in Tommy’s exile.

Sliding down the tile roof, y/n jumped off the building and maneuvered their way down, ignoring the stare of their imprisoned father on top of the nearby balcony as the potion’s effects started to fade. They noticed Quackity trace the foot steps of Technoblade’s hooves, and stalked behind him as he entered the small hole. Pausing before leaping in themself, y/n looked up to see Dream already staring down at them, arms crossed and in wait. 

He stared at them expectantly, which made y/n’s patience wear thin once hearing Quackity lowly state how he planned to kill Technoblade then and there. Narrowing their eyes in annoyance, y/n gave Dream a final glare and blocked off the entrance once entering. 

They pulled out their axe and treaded quietly down the tunnel before pausing behind the broken wall to an old vault full of chests. 

“—nd I don’t care how long it fucking takes me, or what I have to do to get you, Techno. I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“I just have on question, Quackity.” Technoblade paused as Quackity asked him to continue.

“Do you think you’re enough, to kill me? Even unarmed, with iron armor?” They both ever so slightly gripped their weapons tighter, stance shifted as they prepared to fight.

“You know what? Let’s fucking find out, you son of a bitch!” Their weapons clashed as they dodged the blow from one another. Quackity delivered each blow with blind determination while Technoblade played defense with each graceful side step. Eventually, Technoblade knocked his pickaxe into his face, Quackity yelping in pain and holding a hand to cover the wound. 

When turning his back to move further down the tunnel, Technoblade risked leaving himself vulnerable to the crazed butcher. Quackity stood despite his injury and tried to attack him from behind.

Y/n took the opportunity to run towards him, axe prepared to strike. Before Quackity could turn to defend himself, y/n swung the axe into his neck. Blood instantly pooled at the cut as he struggled to breathe, and y/n ripped their blade from his flesh. He fell to his knees while grasping helplessly at his wound, choking on his blood before falling to the side. 

While they had a distaste for violence, unlike their brother, y/n couldn’t excuse the attempted murder of their family by any means. 

Technoblade stared in reverence, eyes darting between Quackity’s slump figure and his sibling covered in an excessive amount of blood from the attack. Y/n stepped forward and grabbed a lead from their belt, having previously found it abandoned in the snow. No words were exchanged as they silently pulled Carl through the sewer system, blood casually staining the water as they walked through. Technoblade only spoke once they reach the surface.

“Pog.”

And we'll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

“Are you alright, y/n?”

Broken sobs become shuddered breathes as y/n hears the voice of their late brother. They lifted their eyes from beneath their arms that held their legs together while pushed against the very corner of the room, their current position reminding Ghostbur how small anyone could look when upset. Ghostbur slightly frowned at their lack of response, floating closer to them to observe their tears, lighting the space slightly with a soft glow. 

“What’s wrong?” Despite the innocence behind his echoed voice, y/n couldn’t help the pain from hearing his concern. “Nothing that matters, Ghostbur. Nothing that anyone could fix anyway.”

Ghostbur didn’t like that response, refusing to believe that sadness could exist without a solution to bring an end to despair. He reached into his pocket, hands carefully holding some dye out towards y/n.

Y/n tilted their head in confusion, tears having stopped running but still present. “What is it?”

“It’s blue! Here, here, take some.” Ghostbur placed the colored substance into their cupped palms, explaining its significance with a gentle smile. “See, when someone is very angry or sad, the blue sucks away all your sadness and turns blue! And what you can do, is you can throw the blue away, and that’s all your sadness gone.”

Although strange and futile, y/n couldn’t help the smile form on their face from Ghostbur’s clarification. Ghostbur gasped excessively, causing y/n to chuckle lightly. “It worked! Do you feel better now, y/n? I have more blue if you need as well!” Pulling an incredible amount that began to pile on the floor in front of them, y/n giggled at the sight.

Y/n wiped their eyes with the back of their hand, breathing in and out to recollect themself. “Thank you, Ghostbur. Never change your wonderful self.” The ghost grinned brightly at that.

“Of course, Y/n! Never change your caring self either!”

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

“I have to ask, Y/n. Why choose them?” Y/n stood before Dream in their kitchen, the man having had shown up unannounced at their front door and began asking vague questions. 

“What do you mean?” Y/n was unnerved by his demeanor, never having held a conversation, let alone utter a word, with him before despite small, yet silent encounters. They refused to show discomfort, though they didn’t have a mask to cover every waver in their voice or their jaw visibly tighten.

“Oh, you know.”  He turned to walk around the small living space, hand skimming over a chest surface before continuing to speak ominously. “Time and time again, I’ve seen you run and fall to your knees for your so-called family. Yet as time continues on, I’ve seen them give you nothing in return.” He paused and faced them again. “What’s the point of saving something that does nothing but hold you down?”

Though we don't share the same blood

Y/n crossed their arms in defiance, finally understanding his intentions and glowered at his objective.

“You wouldn’t understand, Dream. Even if you tried.” He looked confused at their response, tilting his head slighting while his masked continued the same haunting smile. Y/n smirked.

“Your seen weakness gives me strength. I fight for everything because of them. Your lack of attachment leaves you nothing to gain.” Dream bent forward in mocking interest, though y/n knew better than to give in. “Is that so?”

“You tell me. Who will come running to your aid when your lies eventually catch up, and everyone realizes the things you’ve planned behind their backs?”

“I have my ways. Ways that insure I’ll have people on my side when I need.”

Y/n scowled before stepping forwards, leaning into his face. “Say whatever you need to say to comfort the idea of your downfall. I don’t care about you or your motives, leave my family alone or I will personally see to it you meet your expected end before its fated to happen.” Dream let out an amused breath in response. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise."

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth