#avian hybrid Tommyinnit

[kawaiikenna]

Hi! I wrote a thing! I’ve gotten myself sucked into the DSMP fandom cause of my little sister and I decided to write something for it. :3 Here’s the ao3 link for those that want to keep up with this fic because I will not be tagging people if/when I update. Time Lapse on ao3.

Summary:

Tommy loses his memory and gets taken in by Tubbo and Ranboo. Plot twist, Tommy is actually Prince Theseus of the Antarctic Empire and the imperial family, his family, is looking all over for him. Sadly they don’t think to look in the little village of Snowchester.

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Heavily inspired by the 1987 film ‘Overboard’. Just with the romcom bits switched out for friendship and found family. :3

Without further ado here’s the first chapter of the fic!

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Ranboo wasn’t entirely certain about what happened or even how it happened. But when Tubbo had come back from his trip into town with a bloody and very much unconscious teen about their age there wasn’t much time to ask questions. Instead they busied themselves with helping Tubbo clean and bandage the mystery teen’s wounds. There weren’t many, thank Prime above, but there was a pretty severe gash that ran across his forehead and ran a bit into the matted and dirty blond curls. Ranboo suspected that that specific wound would be trouble in the future. They would need to take him to the healer in town to make sure nothing was wrong.

For now the teen was sleeping on their ratty couch in their tiny front room. His clothes were pretty much destroyed so Ranboo started to mentally go through some items that might fit the sleeping teen. He would probably want to change when he woke up sooner or later. They might have a set of pajamas floating around that should fit.

“I think he’s some kind of noble.” Tubbo finally said after a long moment of silence. “Because even if his clothes are all dirty and kind of destroyed-“

“Kind of?” Ranboo interjects, sarcasm prominent in their tone.

“-they’re made of ridiculously high quality fabric.” Tubbo finishes with a mildly teasing glare aimed at his platonic husband. “He has to be someone high up because I’m pretty sure that the trim on his shirt is actual gold.”

Ranboo hums. “Did he have any kind of jewelry on him when you found him? Nobles usually carry something with their family crest or a coat of arms on it.”

Tubbo shakes his head. “No. If he did then whoever did this to him probably took it. We’ll have to wait ‘til he wakes up.”

Ranboo sighs softly as they gather up the various items from the open med kit on the floor. “I’ll put this away. Why don’t you go take a shower. You’re covered in blood and dirt.”

Tubbo scrunches his nose in disgust, only just noticing how gross he was from the whole ordeal. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

And with that Tubbo ambles off into the bathroom, leaving Ranboo to finish cleaning up. After everything is picked up and packed away, they decide to start up dinner. It’s a bit early but they might as well get started since there wasn’t much else to do.

By the time they were finishing up Tubbo came out of the bathroom, hair still dripping and towel around his neck. With Tubbo’s normally fluffy hair laying flat against his head you could actually see the little horns that were normally completely covered. His ears flicked about, trying to get the water off of them.

“I made dinner.” Ranboo says as they dish up their own plate before sitting at the tiny table.

“Awww, Boo, you shouldn’t have. And I mean that. It was supposed to be my night to cook.” Tubbo says as he dishes up his own plate.

Ranboo shrugs nonchalantly. “I think you’ve had enough stress for today considering you found and helped someone that was fairly injured.”

“I’ll take dish duty tonight and do dinner tomorrow night. But thank you. I appreciate you.” He says the last bit with more than just a little bit of overdramaticness that made Ranboo roll their eyes with the fond softness in their gaze.

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It took nearly two full days before their guest finally woke up. Ranboo was incredibly anxious with how long it took him to wake up whereas Tubbo was more excited to finally find out what had actually happened. Ranboo had been changing the teen’s bandages when he opened his eyes. It had entirely startled Ranboo to the point that they ended up teleporting outside of not just the room, but the entire house. Putting them squarely in the front yard at the very edge of the property. Tubbo poked his head into the room to see what the commotion was about where he found a dusting of purple particles where Ranboo had been.

“Um, hi?” Tubbo says when he finally notices that their guest had woken up.

The teen just looks at him with a slightly confused expression before squinting. “Hi?” He responds. His voice is rough and croaky sounding. “Where, where am I?”

“You’re in my and Ranboo’s place.” Tubbo answers as he hands the teen a half full bottle of water. The teen accepts and drinks it with little trouble.

“Ran-boo?” The teen questions, his confusion becoming more prominent in his voice and expression. His voice sounds a little better but not much.

“Yeah, Ranboo’s the one that was here when you woke up. I guess you scared them enough to make them teleport out of the house. They’ll come back in when they’ve had a chance to calm down.” Tubbo moves to sit on the chair across from the couch.

“Oh.” The teen says, turning his head to look back up at the ceiling. His brow furrows before he asks another question. “Where exactly, is here?”

“We’re in Essempi, in one of the northern provinces. The closest town to here is called Snowchester. It’s close-ish to the border. I found you in the forest not far from here.” Tubbo tilts his head with a curious gleam in his eyes. “How did you get there anyways? Snowchester is the only town for miles and miles. The only other thing out here is the Antarctic military base about 50 miles from the border. Which is like another 75 miles from Snowchester.”

There’s a long silence. Tubbo almost asks if the teen had heard him when he finally answers.

“I don’t know.” Is all he says.

“Ok. Well, that’s not optimal but we’ll come back to that.” Tubbo says.

Just then the front door opens to reveal Ranboo on the other side. They calmly walk inside and shut the door. They notice just what they had walked into and slumped into themselves out of shyness. Their tail coming to wrap around their left leg as they nervously thread their fingers together.

“Um, hello.” They say quietly, not daring to look up from the ground. “I’m glad you’re awake now. We were getting really worried about you.”

“Nah, I wasn’t worried about you. I knew that you’d wake up at some point.” Tubbo says with nearly imperceptible faux confidence. Ranboo glares at Tubbo. It doesn’t take long for him to crack. “Ok, ok, maybe I was a little worried. But only a little!”

Ranboo nods. Now feeling a bit more comfortable they look at the blond teen. “If I know Tubbo, and I do, he probably forgot to introduce us. So I’m Ranboo.” They put their right hand on their chest. “I’m an Enderman hybrid. And that’s Tubbo.” They gesture to the other. “He’s a goat hybrid. What’s your name?”

The teen hesitates for a moment before saying, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Tubbo asks sarcastically though his tone sounded a little harsh. “You lose your memory or something?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I literally just woke up somewhere I don’t know with people I don’t know. Yeah my head’s a little fucky and I can’t remember a lot at the moment so cut me some fucking slack!” The teen suddenly bursts out. His face pinched into an angry expression.

“I’m just trying to help dude! Calm down!” Tubbo shoots back.

“Ok!” Both Tubbo and the teen startle when Ranboo raises their voice. “Yelling and cursing won’t solve anything.” They glare at Tubbo again then turn to the teen. “If you don’t remember your name we can always come up with something to call you right now until you remember. That way we have something to call you instead of just calling you ‘boy’ or something.”

The teen opened his mouth before closing it then opening it again, almost like a fish. He sat in an almost contemplative silence before giving them some kind of answer.

“I-I think it started with the letter T?” He knits his brows together in a kind of desperate concentration. As if it was on the tip of his tongue but just out of reach.

“T? Alright then I’m just going to start saying names that start with the letter T.” Tubbo replied, an almost evil smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Ranboo thinks about trying to stop him but thinks better. So instead they just sigh heavily and go into the kitchen to hopefully find a snack or something. This was going to be quite a process but hopefully a short one.

“How about, Tim.”

“No.”

“Trevor?”

“No.”

“Tristin?”

“Nope.”

“Trent?”

“What the fuck? No.”

“Tucker?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Theodore?”

“I-no?”

“Ha! You hesitated! I’m going to call you Theodore from now on.” Tubbo crows in victory. A smug smirk on his face.

The temporarily named ‘Theodore’ gives the other a death glare. “If you value your life you will not call me that.”

“Okayyyy. Fine, fine, how about Tobias?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“Eh, legally it is but I don’t use it so you can have it.”

He rolls his eyes. “Gee. Thanks.”

“Uhh, Taylor?”

“Isn’t that a girl's name?”

“It’s actually a unisex name.” Ranboo pipes in when they come back from the kitchen, snack in hand.

“Huh. Anyways, no. Not my name.”

“Thomas?”

And hoo boy, did that get a reaction. The teen’s face screwed up in an odd kind of anger. The kind that speaks of siblings teasing each other. “I hate that name. You know I hate that name.” The same kind of venom as a hissing wet kitten is put into those words. He crosses his arms and legitimately pouts.

Tubbo and Ranboo glance at each other. So some kind of nickname for Thomas was their best bet.

“Tommy?” Tubbo tries hesitantly.

The teen looks up. Recognition in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Cool. Looks like we figured out your name boss man.” Tubbo says as he stretches his arms above his head.

“Huh. I guess so.” Tommy answers. His name was Tommy. That sounded familiar but almost not quite right. He elected to ignore the feeling.

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It had been a few weeks since Tubbo had found Tommy in the woods. Since then they had settled into a cozy routine. Some days Tommy would stay at home with Ranboo to help them clean and prepare meals. Other days Tommy would join Tubbo when he would go into town to sell various knickknacks and such as well as buy groceries and supplies for the week. And when Tommy found himself with some free time he would sit out in the chilly autumn air and try to remember things.

The healer in town had told him that he did lose his memory but to not worry. With how Tommy had lost his memory it should come back. Whether slowly as things just popped up as he continued to live life or suddenly all at once from a single trigger.

Tommy had hoped that it would slowly come back to him. Some things did, like how he woke up and knew that he had a family, but most things didn’t. All any of them could do was hope for the best. They had already checked around town to see if anyone recognized who Tommy was but there was no luck.

The only rumors they heard about nowadays were about the youngest prince from the Antarctic Empire. Apparently he had gone missing during a visit to one of the Military bases. None of the villagers knew which base the prince had been visiting so there was no way of knowing if Tommy could possibly be the prince. But with all things considered, it was a fairly low probability. So they didn’t look into much more.

Instead the three of them prepared for winter the best they could. First and foremost they needed to get Tommy outfitted with his own snow gear. Otherwise it would be far too much of a hassle to try and piece together things that they had around the house. It would also make it easier for when they all needed to go somewhere. With that out of the way, and a fairly pretty penny spent, they turned their attention to other things that needed to be done to get ready for winter.

Gathering blankets, storing away extra food, chopping or procuring wood for the cold days and even colder nights that lay ahead, things to keep themselves preoccupied during the expected weeks snowed in. Some things Tommy knew how to do, others not so much. When the winds took a turn for much colder temperatures they stayed inside and canned a good portion of their fresh produce. That way they could enjoy them throughout the winter when access was limited. Tommy had been put on bedroom winterization duty.

It was a strange thing for Tubbo to witness for the first time. After Tommy had been staying with them for at least two weeks, when they finally got around to clearing out their guest room to set it up for Tommy to stay in. In the beginning they all stayed in their separate rooms but after a few nights, Tommy somehow convinced them to all sleep in the master bedroom together. Once they had all moved in, the single full sized mattress was traded in for a king. Soon after Tommy turned it into what could only be described as a nest. Comforters made up the base as smaller, thinner blankets were intricately woven together to build up the sides. Inside were a plethora of pillows and various thickness blankets. There were even a few stuffies hiding amongst the bedding.

At first they thought that Tommy was some kind of avian hybrid but he didn’t have wings. So the only reasonable explanation was that Tommy was raised by an avian hybrid. Meaning that they passed some of those habits and such onto Tommy when raising him. Which was a great thing to learn since that meant they were just that much closer to figuring out who his family was.

They spent many days and nights working themselves nearly ragged to prepare for winter. It was worth it though. So that when the first snowfall came they were able to tuck themselves away in the warmth of their small cabin. All of them with a steaming cup of chocolate or tea in hand as they watched the snow fall outside the window to the soundtrack of the fire snapping and crackling.

During one of those snowed in weeks, Ranboo tried to teach Tommy how to knit. It didn’t end well. Somehow Tommy had gotten himself completely tangled up in the yarn then ended up throwing the knitting needles at Tubbo when he laughed at him. That then turned into a light hearted tussle where Tubbo was ensnared in the yarn still wrapped around Tommy. Tubbo ended up with not quite a black eye but a decent sized bruise on his left cheekbone from the needles thrown at him. Tommy now sported several small cuts and his own bruise that started blooming across the right side of his jaw from where he had tripped and smacked his jaw on the leg of the wobbly coffee table.

Once the two boys had finally calmed down some, Ranboo helped them untangle themselves from the yarn. And even with the two sporting battle wounds there were only smiles to be had. From there Tommy and Tubbo decided to get started on dinner. Talking jovially between the two of them as Ranboo continued to sit quietly on their armchair, knitting away.

Winter was a somewhat lazy season. Most of the time was spent making the various knickknacks and crafts that Tubbo took into town to sell. Although there were a surprising amount of times that the three of them had to get up on the roof to shovel the snow off.

“It’s because the original cabin is so old.” Tubbo answers when Tommy asks why they had to do it. “If there’s too much weight on the roof from all the snow there’s a high chance of parts of the ceiling, if not the whole ceiling, collapsing in.” He continues to keep throwing shovelfuls of snow off the edge of the cabin roof. The snow mound at the bottom is almost as tall as the damn roof at this point. “The expansions and add-ons are less likely to collapse since they’re so new. But since this portion of the roof is not only old but flat as well, we have to be extra careful when the snow starts piling up.”

“We’ve been able to put more supports in so this old gal can hold way more weight than when Tubbo and I first moved in, but it’s still better practice to just shovel the snow when it starts getting too high.” Ranboo adds on, only slightly out of breath and leaning on their snow shovel. “I’d really rather not wake up from the ceiling collapsing on top of me.”

“True, good point.” Tommy says. He shovels with just a bit more vigor now. He’d rather not wake up from the roof collapsing on him either.

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By the time the snow finally started to let up and showed the first signs of possibly melting, Tommy had read just about every book in the house, semi-successfully learned to knit a wonky and fairly misshapen scarf, and could make potato stew without looking at the recipe.

With spring slowly coming upon them it marked nearly six full months since Tommy had come to live with Tubbo and Ranboo. Tommy hadn’t remembered a lot in that time but he had come to accept that he possibly wouldn’t get any more of his memories back at all. So instead he spent his time enjoying what he had.

“Tubbo! Hurry the fuck up! We’re already a half hour late getting to town for the market and we still have to pick up groceries!” Tommy shouts from his place by the door. He’d already packed up what they needed to take into town and was now just waiting on Tubbo so they could leave. “If you don’t get your ass in here in the next thirty seconds I will fucking leave you!!”

There’s a thump from the bedroom that they all share. Sounds like Tubbo was finally finished getting ready. Good, they were wasting daylight here. Tubbo came scrambling out of the bedroom. His hair a fluffy mess and his clothes bunched up in some places like he hadn’t pulled them on fully or properly.

“Fucking finally.” Tommy said in a mocking manner, though the slight smile on his lips spoke of fondness instead. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Tubbo responds, his voice a bit muffled from the hoodie he was pulling on.

Once on their way, the two lapse into a comfortable silence. It isn’t warm enough for the animals to have woken up yet so the only sounds they could hear were their own footsteps and breaths. The walk to town doesn’t take too long but it still leaves Tommy slightly out of breath. He still isn’t used to walking this far with so much weight on his back.

Snowchester was fairly large but was still considered a village. It had at least one chain grocery store but the rest of the businesses were all mom and pop shops that had been there for generations. The outdoor market had been moved inside for the time being considering that there was still at least four feet of snow on the ground. Which was better than the twelve feet they’d had for months up until recently but still too much for the outdoor market.

They walked down Main Street, heading towards the market, when they passed a music store. The front window caught Tommy’s attention almost immediately. He stopped and stared through the glass at a beautiful grand piano. It had definitely seen better days but it was perfect. While staring at it, vague memories of laughter and music echoing through impossibly large rooms flitted through his mind.

At this point Tubbo had noticed that Tommy was no longer walking beside him. Looking over his shoulder he spots Tommy staring through a shop window.

“What you looking at?” Tubbo asks as he walks back to where Tommy stands.

Instead of answering, Tommy heads into the shop. He walks up to the counter where a kind looking older man sits. Tommy assumes that he’s the store owner. The man smiles warmly as Tommy approaches.

“What can I do for you young man?” The possible store owner asks.

“That.” Tommy points over his shoulder to where the piano sits silently. “Would you allow me to play it?”

The store owner gives Tommy a pondering look. “Do you know how to play?”

“I-I think so?” Tommy responds, not quite as confidently as before. Could he play?

“Hmm. Sure, I’ll let you play. I don’t get many people to come in and it’s nice to see young folk taking an interest in musical instruments.” The older man smiles widely then gestures towards Tommy then the piano. “Let’s see what you got kiddo.”

Tommy just nods as he heads over towards the piano. He takes off his coat and pack and hands them to Tubbo then sits on the piano bench. Tommy stares at the keys for a bit. He can hear music being played but would he be able to play it? Was that something he could do?

Hesitantly, he presses a key. A clear strong note rings out in the silent store. Tommy presses another key. The two notes don’t sound right together. But then something happens. It’s almost as if something clicks into place, providing Tommy with years of knowledge that he didn’t remember he had. His hands positioned themselves over the keyboard then confidently started to play a song.

It was slow at first. Each note purposefully played in a way that almost sounded like grief. But there was a budding hope that started to grow and bloom as the song progressed. A beautiful melody that echoed in Tommy’s ears. Everything sounded correct but it felt as if something was still missing. As if there were other parts that were needed for the whole and full experience.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy could’ve sworn he caught just the barest glimpse of long pink hair woven into a complex braid, the sound of a violin accompanied. Then there was a quick shining flash of gold rimmed glasses and a red beanie as a bow was dragged across the strings of a cello. The two played in tandem to the melody as his fingers deftly pressed the keys, completing the song in a way he couldn’t even begin to imagine. But when the song came to an end and Tommy looked around, he could only see Tubbo and the store owner there with him. Had he imagined them?

The owner clapped enthusiastically as he walked towards Tommy. “I’ll have to say young man, that was some of the best playing I’ve heard in a long while. My name is Jonathan and you’re welcome to come back and play anytime you’d like.”

Tommy thanked him then hurried out of the shop. Tubbo sputtered the entire way to the market.

“Dude! When were you going to tell me that you could play the piano?!” Tubbo shouts after Tommy.

“I didn’t know until today. It kinda just happened. One second I had no idea what I was doing and then bam, I played whatever song that was pretty much perfectly.” Tommy says as he starts to unpack in their booth space. “I’m also pretty sure that song has accompanying cello and violin pieces. At least if my memory is right, which let’s face it, it’s not in the best shape.”

“True, true.” Tubbo starts to help set up their booth alongside Tommy. “Are you going to go back and play again?”

Tommy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, as if carefully considering his words. “Yeah.” He finally answers. “I think I will. If it’s the only thing that I can remember then I want to hold on to it. It’s not like I know when, or even if, my memory will come back.”

Tubbo hums and they finish setting up their booth. It was going to be a long day.

[elementic-symphony]

Look at my boys! Brothers frfr. I had fun drawing the hair. This is a bit old, but I still like it.

[price0fdice]

Little Tommy from an old au idea

[beaningeneraldenial]

Official Reupload!!!

The official crosspost of My Uncle, Grian. has arrived with a nice cover (made by me)!

A story of found family, pain and trauma.

In a world where there are people with special hybrid traits, those without them are envious and mad. Tommy, a young boy, born of a crow-hybrid father, has not inheritted his giant, black wings, yet he gets dragged into the middle of the madness. When the Hybrid Purge begins, there are only so many people he can count on... especially when he finds out that he may have inherrited some straits afterall.

Or: In which minecraft blockmen find themselves in a Purge AU.

Find it on: Quotev Wattpad Ao3

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

A Family Gathered

Summary:

“Uh, Techno?” “I let them in.” Technoblade called back as he shut the door. “Surprise, we have a fourth kid now.” He added as he locked the door, turning and following the sounds and stepping into the living room. Tommy seemed interested in the new kid, Philza seemed perplexed, though he was quickly growing attached. Technoblade could already see that Tubbo was, having already plastered himself to the new kids side. Purpled seemed unamused as Tommy immediately started up a conversation with the new kid. “Is this what you felt when I brought Tommy and Purpled home?” Philza asked, alarmed confusion in his eyes. “Pretty much.” “I am so sorry.” “No you’re not.” There was a snort of laughter from somewhere. Techno didn’t care to look to see who had made it. For now, he just wanted to take a nap. It was nearly exhausting living in the tundra for him… and for Purpled, but Purpled had some connection with Tommy that negated his instinct for hibernation.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Surprise Child Aquisition, Mentioned/Implied Child Abandonment, Mentioned/Implied Child Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff?

Characters: Philza, Technoblade, TommyInnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Kristin

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 5,811

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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“Why is it that every time something happens, it is always you two?” Kristen asked, laughing quietly as she eyed the small gaggle of children that her husband and best friend had accumulated. There was a small Avian child clinging to Philza’s cloak while a Piglin child sat on the ground beside the first, glaring at the floor in front of him. Attached to Techno was a small Enderian child and a Shulker hybrid child, the first hiding under Techno’s cape, just behind his legs, while the other sat just beside Techno’s feet.

“Because we are chaos incarnate?” Techno asked, voice monotonous with an air of sarcasm. There was a time where Kristen could never tell if Technoblade was joking or serious, she was relieved she could tell the difference now.

“You said I could adopt!” Philza responded, eyes bright. There was mischief there too, and Kristen could see it as much as she could tangibly feel it. She could almost feel Technoblade’s exasperation, and could see it in the deadpanned expression that was directed towards Philza.

“One child!” Kristen responded, laughter escaping her as she glanced down at the four children. The two by Philza looked as if they could have been twins if not for one being clearly older and the two being completely different hybrid species.

“You never specified that.” Philza shrugged, a smile on his face as he moved and scooped the look-a-likes up into his arms. The younger, the avian, giggled as his wings flared from his back before settling back down again. The other chuffed, hands coming up and gripping Philza’s cloak before settling.

“She shoulda’,” Technoblade gruffed, blinking in surprise when the Enderian was suddenly in his arms, a burst of purple particles that flurried around the child took a moment before they disappeared. Kiristen was sure that wasn’t normal, however she wasn’t sure. There was a moment before Technoblade moved and picked up the last child.

“Great! We can do introductions now!” Philza’s wings were fluttering slightly on his back, an excitement in his eyes that was infectious to Kristen.

“Alright,” She smiled fondly at her husband. He’d always wanted to be a father, even while they were simply courting, that had always been his wish one day. Kristen couldn’t give him a child to raise, and Technoblade had been too old to need a parent, or want one.

She was glad that he’d found the children.

“Kids, this is Kristen, she’s my wife.” Conveniently, Philza left out that she was also a goddess. That would probably scare the children, so she could see why he had. “Kristen, this is Tommy, and this is Purpled.” Tommy was the Avian child, while Purpled was the Piglin one.

“And this is Ranboo and Tubbo.” Technoblade tried to sound uncaring, but there was a look in his eyes, and his voice hadn’t quite reached the monotone that he normally carried. The enderian’s tail flicked nervously while the other kicked his legs as he blinked tiredly and laid his head on Techno’s shoulder.

“It’s very nice to meet you four,” Kristen smiled. “I’m sure Philza and Technoblade must have wonderful stories as to how they came to have the four of you and I would love to hear them.” A little pointed, but the two quickly understood what she meant.

“We need to get started on dinner anyways, why don’t you four go play, stay in the fenced yard.” Philza instructed quietly, a warning going in with his words as he let the two he was holding down. Kristen was amused by the immediately latching Tommy did to Purpled. It was nearly mimicked although not as obvious when Ranboo and Tubbo were set down just after them.

The children very clearly played favorites with one another, and with which adult they were closest too. She smiled as the four immediately took off towards the yard, which was noticeably in perfect view of the kitchen window.

Kristen followed the two inside the house and towards the kitchen, where Philza began his story of how he’d gotten Tommy and Purpled.

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There was a child clinging to Philza’s cloak, shivering and shaking as they pressed tightly against Philza’s calf. Philza was confused, moving to take a step back so he could crouch down, but stopped when the child whined, clinging even tighter to Philza’s cloak and calf. It was then he could hear the quiet crying and his heart hurt.

“Hello?” Philza spoke quietly, keeping his voice even as he lowered himself to the child’s height. The child only moved to cling to Philza’s shirt, and Philza could feel the shaking of the child as they cried. “Hey, what’s wrong mate?” Philza wrapped his arms around the child, pausing as he felt something shift under the child’s shirt.

Philza was even more careful as he wrapped the child in a hug, letting them cling to him as he moved to stand, picking them up as he did so. His wings twitched with the urge to wrap around the child, to offer comfort in the only way his instincts knew how. He knew that was a bad idea, especially in the current town he was passing through.

“You don’t want to take that thing,” Philza turned his head, moving and noticing a local staring at the child in disgust. Philza felt the child start shaking a little harder, his arms tightening a little around the child to be as reassuring as he could without speaking yet.

“And why would I not want to take the child?” Philza asked with a tilt of his head, watching the local carefully. She scoffed, turning fully to face Philza as she pushed her son behind her a little, almost as if she was protecting him from Philza.

“Because, that thing is a hybrid.” The local’s voice lowered as her eyes darted around. The woman hadn’t been trying to protect her son from Philza, but from a harmless child that Phil couldn’t believe would be older than three or four.

“The child is not a thing, and there’s nothing wrong with being a hybrid.” Philza responded, voice turning a little icy as he turned to walk away. The child’s cries had started to quiet as Philza had defended them. He ignored the woman calling out to him aghast with shock. He moved quickly, ignoring the looks people gave him for carrying the child as he tried to locate the motel that he was staying at.

“They will never hurt you again,” Philza murmured as he walked. He was mentally making a list of everything he needed to get to raise a child, especially if he was correct on his growing hunch that the child was avian just like himself. The child cried a little more freely, moving and seemingly relaxing in his arms as Philza used one hand to pull his cloak to wrap around the child and him.

It was getting colder where they were staying, and unfortunately Philza was going to be here for another week before he could bring the child home. Something told him he was going to struggle getting clothing and food for the child unless he moved to a new village.

He hummed quietly as he watched his surroundings, feeling a sense of relief as he spotted the motel and moving towards it. He had plenty of food to feed both himself and the child for the rest of the week, but clothing was going to be his biggest problem. Maybe one of his shirts could work for the night, but after that he was going to have to figure something out.

He unlocked his motel room’s door, taking the both of them inside and shutting it behind him. Paranoia had him locking the door, he didn’t want to risk any locals deciding they needed to ‘help’ him by removing the child from him.

“Okay mate, we are going to have to figure out your name.”  Philza uttered softly as he moved around the room. He wouldn’t really need the bed, so giving it to the small child to sleep on was not going to be an issue. A perk of his abilities was not having to sleep as much as anyone else. Although he did have a limit of how long he could go without sleep, his maximum being nearly three weeks. “And how old you are.” Philza added after a moment.

He slept the night before so he was fine until he got home.

The child shook their head, and Philza frowned in confusion. Did the child not have a name? That was extremely damaging to children, and could cause problems later in life… Or did the child not know their age? He should also probably figure out the child’s gender.

He moved to the bed and carefully lowered the child onto the soft material. Although cries, panicked chirps, and warbles escaped the child who only clung tighter to Philza. Philza kept his arms around the child and stood back up, gently cooing and humming to calm them back down. Philza’s wings twitched again, but the windows weren’t covered yet. He’d left the curtains open to appear friendly to the locals, but he would have to shut them.

“Hey, you’re okay mate, you’re okay.” Philza cooed, warbling quietly. He could nearly feel the surprise as the child jerked in his arms, head coming up and Philza got his first good look at the child’s appearance. Pale with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, and extremely dirty. The clothes the child was wearing were more akin to rags, and Phil could definitely feel wings twitching through the material of the child’s shirt.

“Hybrid to?” The child whispered, eyes wide. Philza’s estimate of age jumped a couple years, and his heart nearly shattered. There was barely a slur to the child’s voice, making Phil wonder if the child was more four to five years old, maybe six if he really pushed his estimate.

“Yeah, I’m a hybrid too.” Philza murmured, moving and sliding the curtains shut. There were two windows in the room, one on either side of the door that took up most of the wall. It let in a lot of natural light, which Philza loved, however it was going to cause problems. The room was significantly darker now, so he moved to turn on the lamps in the room, as well as the room’s main light.

“I see?” The child asked, and Philza smiled down at them.

“Of course, can I set you down?” Philza asked. The child hesitated, a flash of fear in the child’s eyes before they hesitantly nodded. Philza moved and set them on the bed, letting them take the time to adjust before he pulled away. He removed his cloak, which revealed his wings to the child whose eyes were wide with fascination.

“Like me!” The child exclaimed, and Philza smiled. He was glad that the child wasn’t yet disgusted with themself over how they were born. Philza stretched his wings, letting his back pop slightly before pulling them back to his back. The child’s eyes were wide, and Philza smiled warmly at them.

“Yeah, like you.” Philza didn’t ask to see the child’s, he knew how personal one’s wings were when interacting with complete strangers and you were extremely young. He could remember never wanting anyone to see his wings, at least not until he’d reached puberty, and even then he was selective until he reached maturity. After that, he’d been able to defend himself incredibly well and didn’t care who saw them.

“Mine hurt.” The child’s speech was stilted at best, but there was a fluidness that told Philza that the child had enough practice with them.

“Can I help them?” Philza asked, crouching down as he watched the child carefully. They hesitated, but a glance towards Philza’s back had the child nodding. Philza purposefully made his movements obvious when he helped the child out of their shirt so that he could see their wings.

He moved to sit behind the child, and he was saddened by the way they tensed up, head trying to turn so that he could watch Philza’s movements. For the briefest moment, he was remembering a younger Technoblade after Philza had found him. Drenched in blood and on the opposing side to Philza, the two of them had ended up getting stuck in a caving system together, and they quickly learned that the other couldn’t die.

It was impossible for the other to die, but even knowing that information about themselves, Technoblade had been terrified of having Philza anywhere near his back. It took weeks and Philza getting surprisingly sick, before Technoblade had been comfortable around Philza. The two had bonded, and they’d been nearly inseparable since.

They two of them were feared by themselves, and nearly worshiped when they were together. The two tried not to be seen together unless it was in battle due to that reason.

Philza shifted so that he was more to the side of the child, letting the wing closest to their sight extend so that the child was reminded of why they were trusting Philza to look at their wings… And they were pretty bad.

There were many, many feathers missing. There were many scars, and scabs, and Philza could see that some spots were infected. And the bruises with the uncomfortable way the child’s wings were held… Philza could tell there were probably a few broken bones too.

Philza had the undeniable urge to wage war against the village for harming a child at all, nevermind to this degree. He swallowed as he gently reached out, brushing his fingertips along the base of one wing. He was gentle, and careful, but the child still flinched and tensed as if preparing for Phil to harm them.

“It’s okay, mate, I’m not gonna hurt them. I’m not going to hurt you.” Philza kept his voice even, swallowing to fight back the watering of his eyes. The child turned their head to stare at Philza, frowning slightly.

“They’re bad?” Philza nodded carefully. “I ever fly?”

“Maybe not anytime soon, but I’m sure once they are healed and you are strong enough too, you’ll be able to fly.” Philza assured. Flight was an Avian’s everything. He was once grounded for a month, and it felt like actual torture. He couldn’t imagine never being able to ever fly.

“I never heal…” The child frowned, brows furrowing as they turned their head to stare at their hands.

“You will, mate, I promise.” Philza assured. “I will see to it personally.”

“You’ll leave.” The child whispered, almost like they didn’t want to be heard in the first place. Philza moved to crouch in front of the child instead of sitting beside them.

“And you’ll come with me.” Philza met eyes with the child, who had tears in their eyes once Philza’s words were processed. Philza was surprised when the child rushed forward, clinging to Philza once more as they started to cry. Philza simply held them, rocking the child until they’d fallen asleep.

Philza’s mind was running with ways to tell Kristen about the village, maybe she’d be able to get revenge for him, because there was no way that he was separating from the fledgling. Maybe Technoblade would join her, or would do so himself. Philza knew that Techno didn’t like child mistreatment, nevermind if the child was also a hybrid.

But Philza also had to get the child to a doctor. While he knew enough first aid and had enough medical knowledge to take care of the child’s wings, the child was severely malnourished, and there were probably a couple health issues that even the child was unaware of. Maybe something hereditary that wouldn’t come in until later in life.

Philza swore to himself to get revenge on the village for the way they’d treated his child. But first, Philza had to plan on how to get the child into the bath, feed them, and dress them. He needed to worry about the here and the now for what he can do.

……… ……… ………

“Phil, why is there a child attached to you?” Philza blinked before smiling at Technoblade. He hadn’t been aware that Techno was going to be home yet. And he was staring at the child, who after a good wash and decent food looked much like Philza did. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and even some of their facial structure was quite similar… so Kristen said when she visited him during the night.

“This is my child now.” Philza nodded, a smile on his face as Techno met his eyes with the most deadpanned expression that Philza was sure that he could muster. “Kristen already met him and she approves.” Philza added. Technoblade sighed, running one hand over his face before blinking and staring at the child through his fingers.

The child stared back at Technoblade, clinging to Philza with the most adorable threatening face Philza had ever seen. The two had gotten surprisingly close in the two weeks since Philza had found him, and all Philza had learned was that the child was fiercely protective and could be down right feral at times.

Philza couldn’t wait for Technoblade to figure all of this out as well.

“Why is it that whenever something life changing happens, it’s always because of you?” Technoblade sighed, looking towards the sky. “Kristen was supposed to control you, I.. how did this happen?” Technoblade asked, looking back at Philza and sighing.

“He was terrified!” Philza responded, and the child warbled quietly as he turned and hid his face against Philza’s shoulder. “Techno, his wings are-”

“He has wings?” Technobalde’s eyes widened in surprise. Philza couldn’t fault him, Avian’s were one of the rarer species, and was only getting rarer every generation. Philza nodded, holding the child just a tad bit more protectively. “Runt’s your responsibility.” Philza brightened, a grin appearing on his face as the child chirped curiously. There was a moment before Technoblade chuffed back quietly, looking away as Philza chirped excitedly.

“Let’s get inside before one of us gets sick…” Technoblade paused, glancing at the child before looking back towards the house. “Or end in an even worse condition.” Philza followed after his friend, happy sounds escaping his throat despite his attempts at getting them to stop.

His face was red when they got inside and it was not from the cold or change in temperature.

……… ……… ………

Philza was being followed by a small child.

At first he hadn’t even noticed, too busy trading with Piglin’s for some ender pearls and enchanted books. And then he was trying to beat the incoming storm, something he had never experienced in the nether before. He really didn’t want to stick around for it, especially since the Piglin villages were locked up pretty tight.

But then he’d traveled quite the distance from any sort of village, looking for either his town’s portal, or one that was just nearby, when he noticed movement in his peripheral. He paused, turning his head and catching the sight of a figure ducking behind a cluster of rocks. It was a very small figure, which concerned Philza as the only reason a figure would be that small in the Nether would be because they were a child.

So he went to investigate, which led him to now being in an eye staring contest with a small Piglin child. The child seemed almost fearful of Philza, although he couldn’t fathom any reason as to why. He knew he was feared in the Nether, for entirely good reason, but he was most recognizable by his wings, which were covered for his own safety.

“Hello,” Philza said quietly, he was unsure if the child knew English. While a common tongue, most didn’t learn it until they were reaching puberty. The child stared at Philza apprehensively, taking a step backwards. Philza sat down, attempting to appear less threatening or intimidating. “What’s your name?” He asked, tilting his head just slightly to the side.

The child continued to stare at him, breathing a little uneven. Philza wondered if he’d startled them by approaching, if the child was fighting off the urge to run. Most Piglin’s would have attacked him by now, with him not wearing a single piece of gold. Even his earrings had been taken out due to his ears itching slightly. They were new, and a gift from Technoblade.

There was the sound of something firing and the child squealed, eyes wide with a hint of wild fear that Philza had only seen once before. He jumped up, spinning to look and finding that he’d been trailed by hunters… No… Philza wasn’t trailed, the small child was.

The small child who was now hiding behind Philza. There was always something about life and death situations that put your trust into people you feared, Philza supposed. He’d seen it with Technoblade, he’d seen it with little Tommy, and he was now seeing it once more in the small Piglin child.

There were more hunters than Philza felt comfortable fighting with the child around, so he turned, scooped the child into his arms despite the grunts and chuffs of fear, and pull his cloak around to wrap only around the child.

He spread his wings and took to the air.

Flying through heated air was always unpleasant to Philza. The heat was sweltering and uncomfortable normally in the Nether, but through the air was nearly five times worse. Flying above Lava had him unable to land for a maximum of an hour at a time, a minimum of twenty minutes if he was just hopping from land mass to land mass, uncaring of the bastions and fortresses that he would come across.

Carrying a squirming child made it a little harder.

“Careful, careful…” Philza was trying to stop the child from squirming, a fear of the child falling striking. He’d only ever dropped a child once, but that child had wings and had been learning how to fly anyways. This child didn’t have that ability.

Philza cursed when the child bit him and slipped from his grasp, beginning a descent that even Philza feared. He dove after anyways, avoiding the spikes with his arms reached out and eyes wide with panic. He could hear the child’s squeals of fear, could see the child kicking and flailing their arms.

He hated flying in the Nether, because it was so much harder to fly. The heat was making it nearly impossible to go the speed he needed to catch the child. His fear of the child dying was the only reason he was still trying to get faster.

It was by a miracle that Philza’s wings managed to catch just the right angle and he dove a little faster and had his arms around the child and was soaring back into the air. Philza’s wings ached, and not wanting a repeat of falling through the Nether he made his way to the closest land mass.

Both Philza and the child were shaking when Philza landed on the ground with a small tumble. Philza had a moment before he realized that he was trilling and warbling in fear, his arms probably tighter than necessary around the child. He was only soothed by the child holding just as tightly to him.

“You’re okay, mate… you’re okay…” Philza didn’t know if his words were even cohesive, with his instincts flared as high as they were. He barely even noticed his own wings wrapping around the child, nearly hiding the both of them from view completely. He swallowed as he rubbed the child’s back, tears in his eyes.

His communicator vibrating was probably the only reason he was able to move, and that was nearly an hour later. The child was only beginning to calm down, much like Philza himself, though still whined and moved closer as one of Philza’s arms moved to grab the device. He glanced at it, and sighed as he saw a picture of an upset Tommy.

He answered the incoming video call, a wince when he saw Technoblade looking nearly exhausted.

“Phil… Where are you?”

“In… the Nether?”

“Bruh…” Technoblade groaned, his head falling back to stare at the ceiling. Philza only smiled when Technoblade looked back at the screen to see the face of the child looking at him. The child was blocking most of Philza from view. “Philza!”

“What?” Philza responded, a pout on his face as he held the child a little tighter. There was another groan from Technoblade. Philza didn’t know what his problem was, the child was adorable, and could do with a bath after being in the Nether for so long. And some food that’s not dry with no taste.

“You’re bringing it home, aren’t you?” Technoblade tilted his head, staring at the child who was suddenly glaring at the screen. There were some chuffs from the child, and for a moment Technoblade looked offended. “It’ll fit in right with the other feral one.” Technoblade sighed as Philza brightened up. In the camera screen, Philza could see the look of offense on the child’s face.

……… ……… ………

Technoblade didn’t mean to stumble upon the child, really he didn’t. However he also had spent many centuries alongside Philza, and the man’s tendencies were like a virus.

While Technoblade mostly went to kingdoms to barter or trade, there were times he also went to completely annihilate them. If they were corrupt, they were gone within the week. If there was something to be fixed, Technoblade stayed until it was.

Now, this particular kingdom had been a thorn in his side for a while. He’d been unable to go home to Philza and the two runts he’d taken in for nearly a month now, and it was driving him crazy. The majority of the voices in his head were rearing to just go home, consequences be damned, but there were others more concerned about the consequences. Technoblade had a price on his head, any means necessary.

Which meant that he would put the children at risk. Philza adored the two, and was extremely protective even without the added case of being unable to leave them due to his instincts. Only person he’d leave them with is Technoblade, who can’t go home for previously stated reasons.

He sighed as the roaring in his head got louder. He was probably encroaching on some dangerous territory, and was about to turn to change direction when a quiet cry caught his attention. He paused, turning to look for whatever had cried. If it was an animal, he’d have to kill it. Suffering before death wasn’t something Technoblade was known for letting happen, for animal or man.

He hummed as he stepped forward with slow, measured steps. His sword was in his hand, though he hadn’t known how long it had been there. He was using it to push foliage to the side, eyes looking for anything that was moving.

Until he’d uncovered a small child with horns and a cloak that looked like it was caught tightly in a bush of berries.

“Heh?” Technoblade hadn’t realized he’d made a sound until the child’s head snapped up and he’d seen the tears in the child’s eyes. The child looked nearly relieved before their eyes landed on the sword and fear took its place.

Damn Philza for teaching Technoblade to have a heart.

He sighed as he put the sword back in its scabbard, moving just a tad bit closer and crouching down. He reached forward slowly, noticing that whenever the child moved, the cloak seemingly hurt them… No…

The child was a hybrid, that much was obvious. What hadn’t been, was what kind. But it was clear now that the child was a Shulker hybrid, the only species rarer than Avian. They were hunted for their cloaks. But children were to be left alone, that was a law everywhere.

Very few kingdoms and countries outlawed hunting species at all.

The voices in his head started making plans, begging Technoblade to make change in the world, and cooing over the small child.

Technoblade chuffed quietly as he brushed the child’s hair back with one hand, while the other began to gently untangle and unpinch the sharp thorns. The child whimpered and whined quietly, occasionally trying to just pull free. But that was next to impossible at the moment.

The voices cooed at how the child leaned into the gentle hand running fingers through his hair, eyes watering for a completely new reasoning now.

“Nearly done…” Techno could see all the scratches beeding up with blood, but as soon as the child was free, they were gone. Running off with a fear the Technoblade remembered from his youth. When he’d been too small to do much of anything.

It was nearly two weeks before Technoblade saw the child again, having nearly forgotten about the child. The voices of course hadn’t forgotten at all, having been wanting to go and find the child to bring them home much like Philza had.

It would be to shove it to the winged man, but he knew Philza would just adore the child the moment his eyes laid on the child. His mind and instincts would become protective within an hour, and Technoblade would find the responsibility taken off his hands.

Despite the fact that Technoblade was not good with kids, he found that he didn’t want the child taken off his hands by Philza. That was, if he’d even see the child again. Having said child crash into his shins while he was bartering with a blacksmith had not been what Technoblade had been expecting.

“Wha-” He heard guards clambering to get the kid, and he knew it was about the kid because this kingdom had dropped the price on his head. Seemed Philza had been fed up with Technoblade not being home. Protective about his flock.

Technoblade glanced at the incoming guards, quickly finished his bartering, and scooped the child up into his arms. He smirked at the guards, eyes nearly glowing with a rage that began to simmer, and took off running.

The voices in his head cheered as shrieks and shouts of outrage filled the air. Technoblade could only think one thought that was his own; the guards were lucky they weren’t dead. And it was only because Philza had made him promise no retaliation.

Technoblade wondered if the guards harming him would trigger Philza’s own retaliation, or if Kristen would take care of it this time. He knew that she’d wiped a village out some miles from the kingdom he’d gotten trapped around. He knew it was because of the mistreatment of Tommy, even if she didn’t know the child or his name.

A debate that he put an end to as he noticed a shadow flying overhead that interfered with the shadows of the trees he’d found himself running through. Philza was here and was following Technoblade closely. He ducked under a low hanging branch, and ran until he found a clearing. It was easy to lose the guards in the trees surrounding the kingdoms.

He smirked once he reached a clearing, felt the wind change around him, and then felt the ground disappear from below him as he was picked by his winged friend. The child in his arms shrieked when the wind changed around them, and Technoblade could hear the trill of confusion from his friend.

Later, he was surprised to find himself debating with Philza over the child, who’d managed to calm down enough to fall asleep in Technoblade’s arms during the flight. It was the first time his instincts had reared their head for a child, which awakened them for the other two children in the household.

Tommy had been excited for another ‘sibling’, while Purpled seemed hesitant and weary… and jealous that Tommy was spending time with another kid. Philza could deal with that inevitable fight whenever it happened.

……… ……… ………

Technoblade stared at the child on his doorstep, who had tears in their eyes and a tail that was wrapped around one of their legs. He blinked before sighing and pushing the door open further, letting the child scamper into the house. He could already hear Purpled’s surprised growling and a warble of confusion from Tommy.

“Uh, Techno?”

“I let them in.” Technoblade called back as he shut the door. “Surprise, we have a fourth kid now.” He added as he locked the door, turning and following the sounds and stepping into the living room. Tommy seemed interested in the new kid, Philza seemed perplexed, though he was quickly growing attached.

Technoblade could already see that Tubbo was, having already plastered himself to the new kids side. Purpled seemed unamused as Tommy immediately started up a conversation with the new kid.

“Is this what you felt when I brought Tommy and Purpled home?” Philza asked, alarmed confusion in his eyes.

“Pretty much.”

“I am so sorry.”

“No you’re not.” There was a snort of laughter from somewhere. Techno didn’t care to look to see who had made it. For now, he just wanted to take a nap. It was nearly exhausting living in the tundra for him… and for Purpled, but Purpled had some connection with Tommy that negated his instinct for hibernation.

……… ……… ………

“Why is it that whenever something happens it’s always you three?” Kristen asked, finally having found Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy. It had quickly become commonplace for the kids to get into as much mischief as they physically could. Especially if one of the adults was not home for longer than a day, maybe two if they really tried to be good.

“Purpled’s here too!” Tommy responded, a tone of offense as he looked up into the trees. Kristen followed his gaze and found a surprisingly sheepish Purpled… holding a raccoon.

“Purpled-” Kristen cut herself off as she laughed lightly.

“Tommy wanted a raccoon… Philza said we couldn’t keep her…” Purpled responded, shrugging as if he didn’t care.

“You four…” Kristen laughed again, moving and reaching her arms up for Purpled to drop down into. “We’ll help make her a den somewhere near the house, alright?” Kristen asked, a mischievous smile of her own appearing on her face.

“Yes!” Tommy cheered.

“Oh that’ll be so much fun!” Tubbo added, jumping in place as Purpled jumped down. Kristen caught him, only thankful that the racoon didn’t decide to randomly attack either her or Purpled.

She followed the kids back towards the house, a smile on her face as the four all laughed together. Philza and Technoblade would most definitely have their hands full for as long as the kids lived with them. Maybe even afterwards, as she didn’t quite see them letting go of their pseudo parents any time soon.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Shades of Gold (Stained by Wax)

by Hawki_e

A gilded cage, even one covered in intricately carved details and meticulously placed gemstones, even one so breathtakingly beautiful as this one, is still a cage. This was something that Tommy had come to be painfully aware of as he lay, curled into a ball, on the plush floor of the most dazzling cage he had ever seen. --- An SBI found family fic (wowzers!) where Tommy is taken captive by one of the most ruthless rulers the world has ever seen.

Words: 2608, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Alexis | Quackity & Jschlatt, Alexis | Quackity & TommyInnit, Jschlatt & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: more characters will be added to characters as the story goes on, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Families of Choice, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, (but not with tommy dw), Healthy Relationships, (yay found family), Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author is not a DSMP fan, Author just likes SBI, Blood and Violence, Captivity, Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Non-hybrid Wilbur, Out of Character, (probably), The Author Regrets Nothing, author has little to no clue what she's doing

[ask-hermit-tommy]

Hey, Hey, Hey!

[ Mod : @charbeloved - I use any! I also mod @ask-evo-grian and @ask-ldshadowlady ! ]

~ I am NOT the real Tommyinnit!

~ This is an AU version of Tommy!

~ I am in Central Standard Time! [Current Online Times: None ]

~ I usually respond within 2 days! If I don't, then it got eatten.

~ I will NOT realize an interaction is over for a WHILE.

~ Ask me questions about this boy on my main! I adore diving into my character's mentality and revealing little things that wouldn't come up usually otherwise-

Tommy is Currently: Recovering and Discovering

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Tidbits about this Raccoon

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Color Explanation

Tags I Use

Color Key

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Tid Bits about this Raccoon!

Tommy is 18 - This is for the mod.

He's an avian-demon hybrid; specifically a crow.

He grew his wings during limbo, when he was 17.

He's biologically Phil and Kristen's child, making him a Demigod of Death.

There's been something Wrong with his code since he was revived.

He was 9 at the start of the wars and when Pogtopia was around he was 12.

The sound of explosions make the world spin, why?

The SBI Dynamic is Phil's the father of Tommy and the bitchface, Techno was Phil's best friend who followed to make sure he's safe.

Tommy looked up majorly to Techno and thus him leaving the DSMP to properly be a God affected him a lot.

He is TERRIFIED of people with green motifs, masks, explosions, and black, soulless eyes. Perhaps it's actually PTSD?

~ This blog is actually inspired by the Ask Blog variants of the hermits! [ Such as the lovely @ask-grian , @ask-npc-grian , @hayaletasksquestions , and so on! ]

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Please be paitent; Mod has a life Said life is playing Minecraft

No NSFW or suggestive things; Mod is a minor!

I do not speak for other Mods and Blogs.

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I'm gonna TRY to color code?

When I talk OOC in a post I will be Cyan.

I will color code names and pronouns, along actions and descriptions, with either Red or Green on if he considers the action inherently good or inherently bad. Some people may have their own color, such as Hayalet having Cyan.

[E.G. NPG's really nice, he also doesn't seem to be faking. I miss my brother, his name was Hayalet. Aurum reminds me a lot of my younger self.]

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I'm gonna TRY to keep this organised

#mod talks - Me, Charbeloved, saying or answering something ooc!

#hermit tommy answers - Tommy answering something!

#ask hermit tommy - Anything that has to with the canon of this blog!

#reblog the main blog - Anything I reblog from my main; updates, polls I need people to see, ect.]

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Color Key

Colors are subject to changes and forgetfulness.

BLUE - ???

Hayalet

RED - SAFE

NPC Grian

Artemis / Hayalet

Aurum

PINK - SAFE UNLESS PISSED OFF

Doc

Niki

Techno

WHITE - NEUTRAL

Robot Grian

PURPLE - VOID

Lady Death

ORANGE

This color is dedicated to someone I refuse to name. This color will only be used for The Brighton Biter, I do not support him and will avoid saying his name the best I can unless a roleplay blog of his charater interacts with me. I have seperated his character from the content creator himself already.

I do not care what you think of his actions or if you support him, I do not and that is it. If you wish to not interact with me still, I do not care, but feel free to continue interacting as long as you want to.

GREEN - DO NOT TRUST

Dream

[nekole-doodles]

GUYS I NEED HELP DECIDING WHAT TOMMY SHOULD BE IN MY STORY "WE'LL MEET AGAIN" (please, I can't decide)

Avian #1: His wings were torn off by Dream in his second exile and still has the scars on his back

Avian #2: His wings are hidden and it basically works similar to how Phil can hide his wings in Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains (they aren't visible but it still feels like his wings are uncomfortably pressed against his back)

Shapeshifter #1: Tommy can shapeshift even with the world's magic being dormant because he himself is the power source for the ability. He doesn't do it in public since at that point in time, everyone is human(this takes place in modern times and Tommy has been alive since the late 1700s)

Shapeshifter #2: He can't shapeshift because his shapeshifting relied on the magic around him and that magic is currently dormant

(Btw, the implications between Shapeshifter #1 vs. Shapeshifter #2 will change quite a bit about the story since it determines if Tommy can use himself as a magic source or not which can open or close a lot of possibilities)

[darlingbeehive]

HELLO new q refugees following us realized our first post was long so rewriting in hopes we can shorten it:

bodily 21(22 soon once 13th hits!) collectively known as sweetheart hive

we are (undiagnosed but atp unable to fucking deny it no matter how much we've tried,) traumagenic system (likely p-did or osdd- their is some amnesia and most of it is emotional amnesia but rn we don't want to look further as that might cause more distress right now,)

right now the closest we can estimate our system is 2300- with 500-ish being introjects based off mcyt (dsmp, osmp, earth smp, qsmp, hermitcraft, empires smp, x-life, and the life series/traffic series(+ brainmade ocs that were crammed into the setting and ocs),) only seconded by our mlp introjects from gen3 mostly with multiple gen4 members as well: keep this in mind and do not throw a fit if you accidentally interact with a "double" who is a ticc toby who is happily dating jeff the killer, or a tommyinnit who is a trans women now 20 years old who has avian and raccoon hybrid traits and hosts 160 lethal diseases and that is literally it for her super powers, or one of the 3 Mexican pinkie pies who is dating an anger holder Minty!!

we don't always tag ourselves, we don't owe you a syslist or tagging ourselves when that's stressful: we also don't owe you guys anything about getting someone to front- some alters have never fronted because their roles are PURELY INNERWORLD and we are a Big Numbers System- you are more likely to get a webkinz moon fox to front than Jesus from the Bible. If you attempt to trigger us to get x or y member to front without us having requested for a front switch and triggering that you will be blocked.

we are syscourse neutral: we try to tag whatever the op is so endos/pro-endos and anti-endos can avoid eachother but we might miss some sometimes- do tell us and correct us when this happens okay?

you are most likely going to be interacting with Dec! an introject of the front room!! yes!!! the one most systems front from!!! literally that got turned into an alter!!! and one of the front gatekeepers- fae has.. far too many sources and is genderfluid + aggressively aroace even in non-aroace sources, fae is acting as a host and is extra aggressive in preventing most alters fronting as a means of being sure those out of sys are safe for other alters to interact with.

we run the custom emoji blog @introjis ! if you have any want for an emojis go there! we do you alters, ocs and fav characters for free as long as we have a ref and a "base emoji" to go off of! please do feel free to request similar emojis to others- we do not trace or claim any emojis as original ideas we just want our silly emojis and work purely under a redraw ordeal unless it is verifiable that it came from someone in our system, in which we get their permission before tracing said artwork/old emoji

we don't support ccs for the most part with Technoblade being the one exception(due to us having a "nothing good comes from speaking ill of the dead that were beloved" type ruling,) so please do not assume us posting anyone would mean such!

we ran 9 accounts on Quotev with one being a shared account with someone we saw as family, if you recognize us from any of them do tell us!

[alexanderwesker]

(You have to have an AO3 account to read the chapter, I'm sorry guys but I've to protect my work from AI racking)

Chapter:170/170

Chapter Title: Epilogue: This is the End, My Beautiful Friend, the End.

Chapter Summary: All tales end and so has the story of the once-Streamer-turned-General and of a man who had thought he had lost everything, but got to live and find new hope

Now it's time to take a look to the world the General left behind.

Warnings for this chapter:

Rating: Teen and up

Category: Gen

Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game); Video Blogging RPF; Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot &Tommyinnit; Wilbur Soot &Technoblade; Wilbur Soot & c!Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream & Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream & c!Dream; Captain Sparklez & Tubbo; Tommyinnit & Tubbo; Niki|Nihachu & Wilbur Soot; Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson; Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson; TommyInnit & Phil Watson; Phil Watson & c!Philza; Quackity & Wilbur Soot;

Characters: Wilbur Soot; Technoblade; Tommyinnit; c!Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream; c!Dream; Eret; Captain Sparklez; Niki |Nihachu; Phil Watson; C!Philza; Quackity

Additional Tags: 2020 L'Manberg Election on Dream Team SMP; Post-Election Arc; Manberg-Pogtopia War on Dream Team SMP; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Dimension Travel; Real Wilbur ends up in the Dream SMP!Verse; Canon-Typical Violence; Implied/Referenced Child Abuse; Emotional Manipulation; Technoblade Hears Voices ; Immortal Technoblade; Older Sibling Wilbur Soot; Protective Wilbur Soot; cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy aren’t brothers(as we know); but c!Wilbur and c!Tommy are; War; Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings; they are brothers your honor; Insanity; Realistic Minecraft; Permadeath AU; One-sided Codependency; Developing Friendship; Panic Attacks; Paranoia; Developing Paranoiac thoughts; Worldbuilding; Sorry for the tag wall; Obsessive Behavior; Possessive Behavior; Implied/Referenced Self-Harm; Mild Blood;(is it really Self-Harm if you are doing it on your ‘past-self’?);Villain Clay|Dream; Good Clay|Dream; Good Friend Clay|Dream;(the villain tag is about the character not the cc): Politics; (What do you do when suddenly you are the doppelganger of an Emperor?); Manipulation; Eret is trying his best to be a good King; King Eret; Clay|Dream is Not DreamXD; But he is ‘Blessed’ by the Guardian of the Void; Torture; Codependency; Queerplatonic Relatioships; Parent Captain Sparklez; Captain Sparklez is Tubbo’s Parent; Ram-Hybrid Captain Sparklez; c!Philza tags: Angel of Death Phil Watson; Fallen Angel Phil Watson; (Philza is a biblical angel with a human vessel but with wings and a horned halo); Bad Parent Phil Watson ; Immortal Phil Watson; Now for CC!Phil tags: Winged Phil Watson; Avian Phil Watson; Good Parent Phil Watson; Protective Phil Watson; BAMF Phil Watson; CC!Phil is just as immortal as his character because Death is an alternate version of his Wife; Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson;

[rose-tries-to-write]

This Is Love

By: ViriaVirtual

“Look, bitch boy,” the blonde says, carefully arranging what looks like five blue hydrangeas and three roses, “I’m kinda in the middle of something, so fuck off,” His entire focus is on the flowers, fixing some of the petals and tugging off a leaf here and there as he starts walking away, so he doesn’t notice the prince’s smug look. “Lead the way!” Wilbur speaks, standing and following behind him. The kid stops, fingers paused on a leaf he was busy inspecting. He turns to look at Wilbur, annoyance and confusion obvious as he stares the phantom down. “…What?” Or, Wilbur finds a dirty feral child in the royal garden, family bonding is the only option.

Language: English

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Phantom Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Alternate Universe - Royalty, my first fic and ive already killed kristin, wilburs irrational fear of woodland creatures, tommy the feral, accidental autistic techno, Twin Wilbur Soot and Technoblade, Phil Watson | Philza is Hard to Write, Nesting, preening, Avian instincts, Soft TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Soft Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

Published: 2023-10-05

Completed: 2024-01-23

Words: 9,614

Chapters: 4/4

[astraymetronome]

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

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

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[inkystaarart]

the lineups of my daydreamer au aka my highschool au i drew while watching yhs

these are just the sketches of the first few profiles i had written in my notes. i did a few sketches like 2 months ago basically introducing the sibling pairs but i’ll explain the characters drawn here better.

keep in mind these are all pretty much headcannons. i built this kind of like TommyInnit Changed the Chat to GENDER SMP

(this is a very long post)

Grian Xequla Dreamslayer

he/they/star/chirp pronouns

bisexual (i might change this later?)

student council. basically boatem and a few others are on the student council with mumbo as president (at first)

avian/watcher. he has an improved eyesight and he can occasionally see through walls.

flock: mumbo, scar, pearl, etho, timmy, martyn, big b, and joel (joel is not official yet)

orchetra kid. he plays the viola.

Pearl Moon Dreamslayer

she/void/star

queer

student council

dating gem.

avian/watcher. can see through walls some days. or see people’s skulls. it’s funny. sometime she just says “you have a nice skull” to someone without context and scars them for life. (basically context for that one obscure pearl post i made a few months ago)

genderfae!

flock: grian, gem, impulse, jimmy, martyn, big b

Jimmy Solidarity Dreamslayer

he/it/feather

bisexual

he’s an avian/watcher. although he got mostly avian genes. sometimes he has improved eyesight but usually he doesn’t. depends on the day. he’s the least watcher out of all of them.

flock, pearl, grian, joel (not official), scott, martyn, big b

on the school’s swim team. based on empires s1 since he was a cod boy? idk i didn’t watch that season from his pov

he looks up to grian. i actually can’t mention a lot of what i put in this paragraph on my notes app because it reveals a shit ton about grian’s backstory and i’d rather hurt you on ao3 in a few months. if you do read.

Mumbo K. Jumbo

he/it/gear/zero

unlabeled

student council president! he was sick when everyone voted for president so he was president

etho’s twin.

likes to study end crystals!

Etho Slab Jumbo

they/echo/daze

aceflux

mumbo’s twin

really good friends with grian because i love their dynamic. mumbo sometimes gets jealous

dated joel in middle school

orchestra kid. he plays the cello

in the sparring club at school. practically the best sparring person there.

Scar Goodtimes Smajor

he/it/meow/fizz

omnisexual

student council. he’s in charge of designing school merch

fey

scott and scar are irish twins. they’re in different school years for story purposes.

favorite sport is archery. if you know you know

orchestra kid. plays the violin.

Scott Chromia Smajor

he/color/lucid/ve

gay

does not have a favorite color. loves them all equally.

collects crystals

Bdubs Smajor

he/moss/thorn

questioning. or unlabeled queer.

clings to etho and cleo a lot. calls them dad and mom.

Fail Whip “Fwhip” Tay

he/it/gold

demisexual

he’s adopted into gem’s family. and also random headcannon: gem and fwhip have two moms. they’re cool like that.

Gemini “Gem” Tay

she/they/daisy/thorn

bisexual

dating pearl

band kid. plays the trombone.

False Symmetry Shadow

she/they/it/wing

pansexual, polyamorous

dating cleo and stress

in the sparring club at school. wins a lot. except against etho.

shapeshifter. she can change what hybrid or species she appears as, just not her physical humanoid details (if that makes sense) she usually appears as an avian but without the wings.

Lizzie Shadow

she/xe/meow

bisexual

dating joel

shapeshifter. she switches between a fish lady (for when she swims) and a cat hybrid. someday i’ll better explain how the shadow family’s shape shifting powers work

joel acts tough and like he can protect her but lizzie defends him in fights and everyone is scared of lizzie but not joel because joel is short

dyed her hair pink. joel helped her and then lizzie convinced him to do a green streak in his hair

on the school swim team

orchestra kid. plays either the bass or the viola. depends.

Tango Tek Shadow

he/ve/sun

polysexual

most of my notes on him are for his future relationship

shapeshifter. takes the form of a demon/netherborn

Impulse SV Daemonium

he/they/demon

gay

skizz’ twin

skizz calls him piss demon because his horns, the tips of his ears, and his tail are colored yellow

Skizz MC Daemonium

he/him

straight

i legit wrote “single. not ready to mingle. never will be” in his notes.

this concludes part one.

[blueberrysnake]

Tommyinnit pog

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

Chapter 1/1

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

Word count: 3490

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————————————————————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But most importantly, the man was being chased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jakob?”

“No”

“Frank?”

“No”

“Mitch? Levi? Tommy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

who EVEN is this random guy named Phil?

Why is this thing FLYING?

Seriously WHY

This Phil guy could be lying

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What hybrid type are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[avianlittledude]

Hello uh- I’m Tom. I’m just… here I guess.

He/It/Rot.

I’m a zombie avian hybrid.

I’m just hanging out. Isolation from everyone is comforting. I don’t think- I don’t think I can talk to a lot of people in person.

tagging shit:

Big man shit = posts

Big man copes = Personal Diary Entries

Un-isolation = answering asks

Birds Of A Feather = other DSMP rp blogs.

hello from outside the smp = ooc posts

OOC:

hi I’m Tommy!

main acc: @tommyinnit-fictkin!!

I’m a fictionkin, and very silly! My memories will be put into this.