#captain puffy fanfic

[faebriel]

A terrible lurching sound rips through the air, startling Niki out of her stupor. Niki whips her axe upward to defend herself, but nothing lunges at her – instead, another tangle of vines come to smother the tunnel that she crept in from, weaving under-over one another until she cannot even see a sliver of the shadows that sit beyond it, let alone the gap she fell in from. Unbothered by her fear, they keep shifting – wriggling and gliding together like snakes, tying themselves into knots, so unnatural looking. Just like those bodies it would summon above, lurching from left to right on unsteady false limbs, long and unwieldy as spiderlegs. It moves like an upsettingly large spider, one horribly bent leg after the other, crawling down a waterspout. From the ceiling, then, descends –  Puffy.

the final chapter, the +1 of this five things, the 9k excuse for an epilogue (sorry) - this fic is finally done, WOO. chapter six now featuring:

unexpected syndifriendship

arguments over birthdays

a beckoning to the dark side

a significantly more crimson puffy than usual, and

niki playing the hero, for once <3

[ria-writes-stuff]

Is This Entertaining?: The character sheet

ITE is my current largest WIP, a superhero/villain Dsmp au centred around Peer Pressure Duo, with side orders of bio family SBI, polyam Techno/Phil/Kristen, The Syndicate, and a certain duck hybrid who works for it.

The main cast:

Ranboo Belova:

Ranboo, our unfortunate protagonist, is an albino teenager who is employed as a Hero-in-training (HIT) after being caught as the illegal Vigilante ‘Ghost’, named for his ability to go undetected almost anywhere. He’s been (unknowingly) entangled in Syndicate business since he was picked up by Teagon ‘Techno’ Rowan as his violin student after being orphaned. Neither Techno nor Ranboo know of the others alternate identity.

Ranboo, despite being just about the tallest person in the city, is very much a product of his upbringing, and is very quiet, reserved and eager to please, as well as deeply traumatised.

Teagon ‘Techno’ Rowan:

Techno is one of the three leaders of the terrorist organisation, The Syndicate, married to Phil and Kristen, and all round Not A Great Guy. He’s best known to the public as his Villain alias ‘Gore’, named for his cannibalistic tendencies and his powers of flesh manipulation (he can literally melt the skin off someone if he wishes, or in less violent uses, do stuff like raise their temperature, lower their blood pressure, or give them a bad headache).

He is very much the villain in Ranboo’s story, he’s abusive, manipulative, controlling, and has done his best during Ranboo’s childhood to dehumanise and condition him. However, through a mix of genuinely loving the kid (in his own fucked up way), Ranboo’s forgiving nature, and the fact he’s been conditioned to love Techno, Ranboo continues to stay close to him, desperate for the affection that he can’t get (or is not allowed to get) from anywhere else.

I really do love their dynamic, fucked up as it is, there’s a lot of affection between them even when horrific things are happening (being held by the same hands that are hurting you is my Roman Empire), and when writing from Ranboo’s POV you really get an idea of how much he loves Techno (like a kicked dog loves its master-)

Alexis ‘Poker’ Bernal:

Poker, as he’s most often seen as, works for the Syndicate, he’s fairly high up in the ranks, as a powerful Villain in his own right, and he basically owns a section of the city known as Las Nevadas. He’s currently dating Mirror, the Syndicates eldest son, in no way safe or sane relationship (at least it’s consensual?), which makes every rational person in his life very concerned, but he’s too in love to care.

Poker is very much an older brother figure to Ranboo, he’s a safe haven amongst all the eggshells he has to walk around Teagon, he never has to watch what he says or how he acts around him. Poker is very fond indeed of the poor kid the Syndicate have snatched, and does his best to keep Boo safe. The two often meet up in secret to do things together, or just sit and talk for a while. Until he became a HIT, Poker was the only person Ranboo really had who was consistently safe, and as such their bond is very strong.

Secondary characters:

Kristen Morrigan:

Kristen is the joint leader of the Syndicate, married to Phil and Techno, but is the ‘Big Boss’ so to speak. She makes the final decisions, and she’s not to be argued with. She’s the biological mother of Tommy and Lucian, and regards Ranboo with fondness (and some mild grief for the knowledge that he’s one day going to be pushed too far and break entirely). Villain alias is Madam Mortality, for her powers of advanced decomposition. She can rot anything and anyone (which is excruciating when done on a person, and can kill in seconds if she can’t control how much she uses it).

Phil Greenville:

Joint leader of the Syndicate, biological father of Tommy and Lucian, known as the Villain Shriek. He has powers of mental manipulation through song - for as long as someone can hear his song or hum, he can control them. He’s hard of hearing due to a fight gone wrong when he was a new Villain, and has hearing aids. He’s a good father to his kids, and was mostly the one to raise them while Techno was in the field and Kris ran everything from behind the scenes. He’s also fond of Ranboo, but doesn’t have the same attachment that Kris does - he thinks the kid’s amusing, but he hasn’t really bonded in the same way.

Cassandra Whitlock (OC):

Cassandra (known solely as Doc, she doesn’t even have a civilian identity anymore after faking her death when she started out), is a Vigilante Healer who provides housing for a number of Vigilantes and as many of the street kids as she can, funded by extortionate prices for her healing services. She heals civilians and Vigilantes for free, but makes Heroes and Villains pay according to how much they can afford. She heals using a golden ichor that drips from her fingers, and is both one of the most efficient healers in the city, and one of the few willing to go into an ongoing battle to heal. She hates the Syndicate with a passion (but still heals them), and has known Ranboo for years, having given him a place to stay after almost a year on the streets. She sees him as a little brother almost, and is very good friends with Poker.

Minor Characters:

Tommy Innit:

Biological child of Phil and Kristen, known as Cerberus, he’s an unwilling Villain, and first meets Ranboo when he’s locked in the Hero Tower cells as a prisoner. He has fire powers that he struggles to control, and was friends with Ranboo when they were younger. However, as they both aged, Tommy started to realise how fucked up the entire situation was, and he feels uncomfortable spending time with Ranboo when his family is around.

Lucian Speculo:

Eldest biological child of Phil and Kristen, known as the Villain Mirror. His powers are very dangerous - looking into his eyes makes people essentially suicidal, and he can’t control them so he wears sunglasses and a veil most of the time. He’s dating Poker, but doesn’t feel anywhere near as close to Ranboo as his partner does. He sees Ranboo like the family dog essentially, and has never and will never be attached to him. He can be useful, sure, but why would you get attached to something that’s going to die anyway?

Cara Puffy:

Known as the Hero Captain Cyclone, for her abilities to control air, she’s Ranboo’s mentor in the Hero Tower. She’s very fond of him, and has been spending the last eight months he’s been there trying to figure out exactly what the fuck happened to this kid, holy shit this is so bad, I’m horrified. (She has a massive board in her office, complete with red string everywhere, trying to pierce together exactly what happened to Ranboo. Her two leading theories so far are that he has DID, and Teagon is a harmful alter (he’s been known to switch personalities pretty quick, and she’s caught him dissociating between them, she’s no psychiatrist but she’s talking to friends who are), or that Teagon is a groomer whose name is fake which is why he isn’t appearing on any database she searches through)

Okay wow that was longer than I thought it would be lmao! If you have any questions, or want to be added to the ITE tag list, let me know!!!

[snekky-arts]

back in college (wah) so new art is going to be longer coming than I has been. Meanwhile, have this surprisingly good Puffy from a style experiment a year or so ago.

Also, this Puffy is specifically from my fanfic Sanctuary. Which I love, but is old, so enter at your own risk.

(fun fact, her clothes are based off of upper-class northern european clothes from the 1660s. northern European because the AE is cold, 1660s because I liked the vibes, and upper class with the implication that Puffy has both money and distain for the class divide)

(also also fun fact, Puffy is based off a Jacob sheep)

college may be rough but my comms are open!

[pinesolaris]

Chapter One for my Super Power DSMP AU is out now! It's my first official work for the DSMP Fandom and the first time in years I've written fanfiction again!

I'll appreciate any kudos or comments left for the story! Or reblogs/retweets on my social media!

[sasukimimochi]

“Tommy.” He saw the tears in her mismatched eyes and shifted nervously, watching her touch his face and smile. “Tommy you’re here.” She laughed softly. “I wasn’t expecting to see you…if you know what I mean.” She was almost exactly like the Puffy at home, it was just her eyes. One was hazel, and the other was blue.

“Well…it's complicated, innit?” He gave her a lopsided smile, and she couldn’t help but gently squish his cheeks.

I tacked Q + BBH on this because there is no mention of them in the fic or dialogue for them. BBH is my favorite design tho hngh, Maybe its cuz i love demons so much.

I never really settled on Puffy's design, i hope you like it tho!

I’m posting the art i made for my retired (incomplete) fic AHTFF, since most people agreed that i should post it. it’s a 70k+ 22 ch fic centered on SBI/Fantasy/Found Family, Timeline hopping, and sort of post-exile. Things get absurdly sweet in parts (though there is still a ton of drama and angst) so fair warning the cringe level might be a bit high for you.

Don’t follow me for DSMP content, i’m not producing art for it. I’m posting what i have, then it will be back to MDZS!

more art links under the cut [links are being updated, once that is done i will remove this note].

See Technoblade here. See R!Wilbur here. See AHTFF!Wilbur/Ghostbur here. See AHTFF!Philza here.

See A!Tommy here. (I don't have any of AHTFF!Tommy, sorry! he wasn't in the fic when I stopped anyway) See AHTFF!Tubbo here. See "AHTFF"Ranboo here. See AHTFF!Bench Trio here [plus Michael].

See AHTFF!Dream here. See AHTFF!George here. See AHTFF!Awesamdude/Sam Nook here.

See the chibi icon series here [these are free to use as icons with credit].

See original neutral mob for the fic here.

[mumza-superiority]

Here's my submission for @mcyt-summer-of-yuri !! puffychu in a hadestown au <3

for @muriers , i hope you enjoy!

[emi-writings]

MCYT Yuri Week!

This is late, but I tried! Shit is going down in real life for me, but I will try and get them done!

Anyway, enjoy some Pirate Puffy and Princess Niki!

[glitchyfrills]

Waves of Life

(Ao3 Readers Click Here)

(((GlitchNote: This is set in the same AU/World of 🎶Dudududu🎶 so if you haven’t read that and you want to there’s the link for you. AND I also have the like to the Ao3 Version. Enjoy!)))

Bad looked out at the water watching the water move. “We should have sent Sam with them,” he said in a worried tone as he turned to look back at Puffy. She was looking at the blueprints Sam had brought up for her to review.

“You know Sam was needed onboard,” she reminded Bad. “Besides, Foolish is with them.”

“Oh yes,” Bad sighed dramatically. “Such a relief. Your two boys together never create chaos.”

“Hey!” Puffy put the blueprint she hand in her hand down on the table in front of her. “You’ve had one too many muffins if you think your fire starter doesn’t add to the chaos.”

Bad lifted a finger and opened his mouth to protest but the words died on his tongue as he realized that he couldn’t counter Puffy’s statement.

Puffy stared at Bad as she picked the blueprints back up and fluttered the paper between her two hands. “That’s what I thought,” she huffed as she returned to looking over what Sam had altered.

Sighing, Bad looked out towards the water for a moment longer then walked towards the table Puffy was using. There weren’t many chairs onboard so they used barrels and crates to sit. He found one near enough to chat with Puffy.

There was a moment of silence. The only sound heard were the waves crashing against the ship and the cawing of the seagulls flying above them.

“Do you remember life before?” Bad asked abruptly, taking Puffy by surprise.

She looked at him confused. With an eyebrow raised she asked for clarification, “Before?”

“Before they showed up?”

Puffy smiled as she rounded the table to take a seat on the barrel across from Bad. She shrugged off her coat and laid it on top of the papers on the table. Taking a seat on the barrel she sighed, “I don’t remember much before waking up on the server I met you on. I do have flashes once in a while but nothing significant.”

Bad hummed and nodded his head. Adjusting to try and get comfortable while sitting on a barrel he laughed softly as his gaze broke from Puffy’s to look down at the deck of the ship. “My memories are faint too. But I know that the lives I had before were… different.” He lifts his eyes back up and Puffy is watching him still with a smile on her face and in her eyes. The smile is comforting and makes him feel safe to speak truthfully. “Harder.”

Puffy nods in agreement. Bad knew some of Puffy’s past. They had spoken one or twice in depth of how their lives were very different in the past in comparison to the ones they live now.

“One thing that I hope never fades is finding them,” Puffy says sweetly. “Dream following me around silently was terrifying at first but after realizing he just wanted someone to be around…,” she paused as if he mind teleported herself back to that moment. The smile on her face grew wider and brighter. She shook her head and laughed. “Then Foolish. Oh he had such a rough start.”

Bad couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “You can say that again. Ponk really did a number on him.”

Puffy rolled her eyes but joined Bad in laughing. “But that didn’t stop him. He created such a magnificent space for himself. Which you couldn’t help yourself but to explore and push the poor guy so close to insanity.” The look she gave Bad was sturne but had no fierceness.

“He made it too inviting, how could I resist?” He laughed as Puffy rolled her eyes.

“He did get even with you,” she reminded him.

His laughing stopped and a look of denial appeared on his face. “I let him do that,” he pouted.

“Do what,” Sam asked as he closed the door of Puffy’s Captains Quarters behind hom; walking up to the table and placing new maps on the table.

Puffy shrugged as she explained how they were recalling memories of their boys. Sam nodded but his focus stayed on the papers on the table. Puffy looked at Bad and back at Sam. Bad noticed what Puffy seemed to notice.

“How are things with George, Sam,” Bad asked cautiously.

The question hung in the air for a moment. The moment was long enough that Bad assumed Sam hadn’t heard his words.

“Sam,” Puffy was about to repeat Bad’s question but he finally looked up at the table at them with a tiered smile.

“Fine,” he sighed loudly and somewhat annoyed. “Things are… fine.” The words he said seemed to be trying to convince himself they were true. Sam picked up a map. The look on his face was emotionless but to anyone who knew him they could easily tell he was putting up a front.

“You know it’s okay if things are not ‘fine’,” Bad pointed out.

Puffy nodded in agreement. “Things haven’t been easy since we started traveling servers.”

Sam still hadn’t looked up but his shoulders relaxed. “He slept so much.” He paused for a long while trying to find the words to best explain what he was trying to convey. Puffy and Bad stayed quiet and watched as their friend searched for the words. Sam finally looked up to meet their eyes. “He won’t talk about it. Sometimes I think he wants to and I ask but he shuts me out.” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I never wanted him to move out. That was his decision,” anger was starting to rise as the words left his mouth and memories of the past were rushed in his mind. “He was safe in the home I built in the mountain. Only a few people knew it was there! Even Sapnap lived there! They were both safe there.”

He hadn’t noticed but Puffy had gotten up from where she sat to stand beside Sam. The anger rising within him relaxed a bit when he felt a gentle touch. Puffy had placed her hand on top of his fist that had formed crumpling a few maps. Taking a deep breath he released the papers and stepped away from the table.

“They were going to do what they wanted.” Puffy scoffed as she continued, “They still do what they want.”

“That they do,” Bad said from where he sat. “Maybe the lack of talking is from the amnesia?”

Sam looked at Bad puzzled. He realized that he had only spoken about this with Puffy. “Puffy and I think that a few of the members of our group have amnesia when it comes to certain parts of their lives on different servers.”

“It seems to be the only logical explanation,” Puffy shrugged as Sam turned to her for further explanation. “Pieces of what we know seems to be missing from their memories.”

“Dream doesn’t remember the…,” Sam’s words fell; unable to finish the sentence.

Puffy shook her head ‘no’ and under her breath she softly said, “Foolish has a few more memories of the past than what Dream has but he’s come to terms with them.”

“He’s had memories of the past lives he had before meeting us,” Bad mentioned.

“Yes and like I said he’s made peace with it all. Made peace with how Dream was and how he is now.” Puffy’s voice shook with emotion and looked towards her two friends, “I have both my boys and they are… content.”

Sam sighed, shoulders sagging, “Must be nice.”

“George will be fine,” said Bad as he rose from where he sat. Sam looking at Bad as he walked to stand beside him. Bad gently placed his hand on his friend's shoulders as he made eye contact and added, “as long as you are there for him when he’s not.”

Words stuck in his throat Sam just nodded as he broke eye contact with Bad.

“You are wasting arrows!”

Dream’s voice caught Puffy’s attention. Hurrying to the side of the ship she saw Dream and George in one boat and Sapnap in an other. George was raining arrows playfully missing Sapnap as Dream rowed them.

Puffy smiled as she watched them for a moment before noticing that Foolish was nowhere to be seen. Cupping her hands around her mouth she whistled loudly.

Startled, George let an arrow fly and found its target on the side of Sapnap’s boat.

Sapnap wanted to fight about it but Dream hushed him and looked up towards Puffy.

“Where’s Foolish,” she called out.

Loudly George answered her before Dream could, “He and Tina went off to play pirates!”

“Yeah,” Sapnap shouted from his boat, “and Antfrost and RedVelvet went to ‘observe’.” He laughed and even from the ship Bad, Sam, and Puffy could see him rolling his eyes. “We all know what that means.”

“Let them be, son!” Bad called out. “They both have been hopping servers a lot lately. They deserve a little alone time together.”

Sapnap sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes as he rowed his boat close enough to the ship's rope ladder. Carefully he pulled himself onto it and climbed up.

Bad watched and waited to see if he would need help over the railing and onto the deck but Sapnap easily swung his legs over and in a swift and quick motion; with a loud thud he landed on the deck. Dream and George carefully following behind.

“You’ve been doing a bit of hopping yourself, Sapnap,” Puffy commented cheerfully.

“Yes he has,” Bad answered before Sapnap could, pride in his voice. “He’s made so many new friends, haven’t you, son?”

George and Dream didn’t even try to hold in their laughter. Puffy and Sam looked at their boys with stern looks but it had no effect. The laughter just grew louder.

“Dad,” Sapnap groaned, stomping over towards a barrel to sit down and pout.

Bad ignored the laughing and teasing; genuinely he smiled towards his son and continued his praises. Every comment Sapnap grew more and more red and begged for Bad to stop.

“I believe that his exposure to other communities and their skills has really been beneficial when it comes to teaching the hunters in training.”

“Different perspectives is something to appreciate,” Dream added, laughter fading from his voice. “Meeting and getting to know the people we have from different servers has been a wonderful experience.”

“Which is why we thought it would be a good idea to have them observe The Hunt the other day,” Puffy said matter-of-factly.

“Speaking of our guest,” Sam said as he retrieved cookies from his inventory, “you two get to meet up with them in a few days, correct?”

Sapnap took a cookie and chomped down as he answered excitedly, “Yup! Get to go and try to defend my title.”

“Don’t talk with your mouthful. You’re gonna choke,” said Bad as he took a cookie for himself. “But yes we leave in a few days.” He looked over at Puffy who nodded when he recalled that Foolish and Tina would also be joining them. “I’m excited. Hearing about it was thrilling. I look forward to actually experiencing it myself.”

Sapnap was excited to experience the event with Bad but he was a little disappointed that Dream and George weren’t coming along as well. It must have been noticeable on his face because Dream sauntered over and laid his arm over Sapnap’s shoulders. “Don’t be bummed we aren’t going with you. We’ll be waiting for you to get back. Win or lose.”

Dream began offering advice to Sapnap as he rolled his eyes and playfully shoved him away.

“I’m the campeón. I don’t need your lame advice.”

The two laughed and carried on.

Sam watched from where he stood, listening to their conversation when George tapped him on the shoulder.

In a quiet voice, not wanting anyone but Sam to hear, he asked, “Do you have any pumpkin pie?”

Taken aback at the request Sam took a moment too long to reply. “If you don't, it's fine.”

George started to reach for a cookie when Sam replied hurriedly, his words fumbling as they left his mouth, “Yes, yes! Pie. I have pumpkin pie.”

Puffy from the corner of her eye watched as Sam pulled a pumpkin pie from his inventory and placed it on the nearby table. She saw George’s small smile come and go as he took a piece and thanked Sam before walking over to Sapnap and Dream to join the conversation they were having with Bad.

Sam felt her eyes on him. He smiled as he gestured to her, offering her a piece of pumpkin pie. She silently and politely declined. As Sam took a piece and joined the others she saw some relief wash over him which in turn gave her some relief as well.

As she walked to the edge of the ship she couldn’t help but think of how things had panned out. Remembering vaguely on something’s and memories that were intact. Watching the still water waiting for it to move and bring Foolish and Tina back safely she breathed in and relaxed.

(((GlitchNote: Thank you so much for reading. I know I have been MIA. Things have been rocky to put it lightly. The world is such a mess and writing didn’t seem so important for a bit. But we need creativity! We do. We need moments where we can have fun and laugh even if it’s just for a moment. We need to be at our best for what’s to come. Hopefully you got a bit of joy from the story. Didn’t plan on it being a big series but here we are. Who knows what will come of this. Hope you come alone with me to find out! Love and light to you. Again thanks for reading. 💚🌙)))

[mellorphic]

Alright guys. I’m in the editing stage of a 15 chapter fic that’s mostly focussed on Niki, Tommy, Wilbur, Puffy and Drista. Tubbo, Phil, and Eret are also important characters!

It’s an au based on the show House of Anubis. The plot is Niki moves to an English boarding school from Germany after getting a scholarship, and on the same day, Tubbo mysteriously disappears. While Tommy is looking for his best friend with nobody but Drista to trust, Puffy, Niki and Wilbur are uncovering the weird history of the house while on a treasure hunt. Soon, both of their adventures collide.

It features slow-burn Puffychu, Wilbur angst, Tommy angst, and Minecraft Steve as a relevant character. The events of the Dream SMP are treated like ancient mythology.

I am so excited to get this fic finished, and I’ll be posting a lot about it (I also have a planned sequel and a bunch of other oneshots and things that fit into the same universe)

My question is - would any of my followers like to be put on a Taglist for everything related to the fic?

[ilexdiapason]

Repostober Day 12 - read my lips, or petals if it's easier

It’s an otherwise quiet day at work when Puffy hears the doorbell ring, the handle slamming into the opposite wall - and then watches the most beautiful stranger she’s ever seen in her life storm across the store, slam a bill down on the counter, and announce, “I need to know how to say fuck you in flower.” (or, the puffychu flower shop au you didn't know you needed, ft plenty of passive-aggressiveness and """subtle""" hints)

Women! I love those guys! I seriously haven't written enough femslash in my time, and that's gonna change when I get to MCYT Yuri Week next month, but this is what I have to offer at present. This is a very fun and smooth little dialogue that makes no pretense of knowing how flower shops work, but does allow the characters to just Google things instead of pretending that florists are aware of the intricacies of floriography. It takes a prompt that used to float around Tumblr in like 2015 and makes something cute and sapphic out of it, and I think it holds up today!

[l-ultravioletism-l]

Oakley Woods

It was founded in 1886 by Philip Craft. The population now was around 25k. The town had developed well under the control of the Craft family. However, after their disappearance, the people didn't get too affected. Somehow, the town prospered on its own, Since The Craft family's efforts had made it almost independent. There's now a mayor of the present day town who goes by the name 'Cara'.

[faebriel]

Niki already knows who it is, even before she turns around. Deep in her heart, Niki thinks that she could be in the middle of a raging crowd, a tangle of voices and limbs, and she would still know exactly whose hand taps her shoulder – but even so, she stills when she turns to find Puffy standing there. She isn’t even supposed to look at Puffy, but now she’s transfixed – taking in the ruby light that lines each tangled thread of scruff on her jaw, the thin eyeliner that sits atop her eyelids, the alarm that sings in her glittering eyes. So dark – green and brown and everything that this place is not, stubborn and hardy roots against a sea of crimson. An anchor to flowers and forests and I know you, once upon a dream… With panic in her eyes and a forced kind of nonchalance in her voice, one gloved hand lifted as an offering, Puffy asks Niki – “care for a dance?”

finally chapter 5 of fairytale-esque canon-ish puffychu fic! after long last, the red banquet. featuring:

puffychu dancing at the red banquet, cue drama

niki being all in her emotions but, more than anything else, wildly protective of puffy at this horrible little party

more dog metaphors

copious amounts of techno and niki, and

niki remembering how to make friends <3

[cat-fried-fiend]

trans Techno SBI fic part 2

here's the second part to the fic I've been writing :)

<part 1 & part 3>

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Phil drives like a mad man. Honestly, he’s probably broken at least half a dozen traffic laws trying to reach Puffy as fast as possible. Maybe flying would have been less hazardous to others but Puffy doesn’t drive he can’t find it in himself to care about the law anyways. Most people in his situation would do the same, probably. At least he hopes he isn’t the odd one out, the only one who is completely fretting over this ordeal.

Puffy’s cottage is nestled in the heart of their quaint town but somehow still ringed with a yard of bright flowers and overgrown shrubs that border on trees. It’s a little slice of the country in a place where concrete is more abundant than fresh dirt and Phil relaxes as he approaches the front door. He’d let her know he was coming by but doubts she expects him to still be in his sweats and bathrobe. Still, he didn’t have enough thought to change before leaving, barely remembering to exchange his slippers for shoes.

She answers the door quickly, visibly surprised at his state. But she smiles and greets him kindly and ushers him into her living room. Phil sits awkwardly on the couch shifting his wings uncomfortably behind him. He’s unsure of how exactly he’s supposed to go about this conversation. He’d been in such a panic before that he’d decided to go to the first woman, he knew for help. But now Phil feels like maybe he shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. Maybe Puffy wasn’t affected by her human side this way. Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that only a woman would know what to do. Sighing, Phil drags a hand down his face, trying to scrub away the exhaustion that came with parenting.

“So…” Puffy starts, somehow having manifested two cups of tea and a plate of cookies, that now sit on the small coffee table separating them. “What was the emergency you needed my help with? Are the boys alright?”

“Oh…Wilbur and Tommy are fine,” he responds, grabbing a cup of tea just so he has something to focus on.

“And Techno?”

“He’s….. Well, that’s what I wanted to ask about. I woke up with him screaming for me. Which terrified me at first since he’s never really done that before but then…. He, well-”

Phil isn’t sure how exactly to tell his friend that he thought the kid he has been taking care of for the last six months, one he’s come to see as he third son, didn’t have the capability to carry children. It’s such a huge thing to miss. Especially when Techno’s already struggling with his hybrid identity. And now Phil’s probably made his identity issues even worse by just making assumptions.

Puffy raises an eyebrow, a concerned expression on her face.

“He’s not…anatomically male… like I thought” Phil wants to curl up and die. But being a parent means facing all sorts of mortifying conversations, so he forces himself upright and persevere. “And ah… he woke up with blood- which is how I realized that-”

Puffy fixes him with a look and Phil shuts his mouth.

“So, your son who you didn’t realize wasn’t anatomically male until today, started his period, and you ran to me for help?” She asks evenly, sipping her tea.

Phil nods, “Ah, yeah that’s… that’s mostly what happened. I- I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve never had to deal with something like this before and I thought that maybe you could help, or at least give me a place for information?”

Puffy hums. “I don’t like that you assumed I’d know what to do but you were right. I can help you. But you’re the one who’s looking after Techno. You’ve got to be the one he trusts for information, not me.”

Phil nods.

“Ok.” Puffy sighs, sipping her tea again. “What’s Techno doing now?”

“Showering. He doesn’t know what any of this is. I’m fairly sure he doesn’t even know the full extent of anatomical differences in humans.”

“Ok… the showering idea was good. Did he seem upset at all?”

Phil feels a flash of guilt. “Yeah… he was really upset with all of it but mainly when I told him about the monthly part. It was the one of the few times I’ve seen him cry so openly.”

“Look, it could be because of the hormones but I think you need to have a conversation about his gender identity or at least give him a basic lecture on human gender and sexuality.”

“You’re right.” Phil sighs.

“I know.” Puffy says with a smile. “Did you ever give Wilbur any information or is still he just confusedly and painfully pining over Quackity.”

Phil represses the full body shudder at that topic. Yes, he gave Wil the talk. Had he possibly been too late and ended up seeing things he can never unsee? Also, yes.  So no, Wilbur was no longer confused about his feelings for Quackity, at least in the gender/sexuality department. Though, Phil still isn’t entirely sure Wilbur knows the difference between a crush, a rivalry, and an obsession.

But Phil doesn’t say that. He just nods and focuses on his tea. They really should get going. It’s already been nearly twenty minutes and Phil’s certain Techno isn’t going to leave the shower until he produces Puffy or a large sum of gold. And as Phil isn’t sure there’s enough gold in the whole server to be enough to lure him out, Puffy it will have to be.

In the end, they wind up dragging Puffy’s younger cousins with them which Phil is a bit unsure about. He’s sure Techno doesn’t want a whole lot of people parading around the house at a time like this. But Puffy refuses to let them stay at home alone quoting that the last time they had, she came back with a quarter of her home completely missing and the rest completely covered in butter and burn marks. So, she drags them out of bed and into Phil’s car, the two of them cursing, and screaming the whole way. Phil sympathizes with them, he too would be kicking and screaming if Puffy decided to drag him out of bed on a Sunday morning before eight AM. Or maybe not, Phil decides, when Puffy fixes the look back at her cousins who promptly stop complaining.

Puffy is kind enough to let Techno use the supplies she has at least until Phil could be reliably trusted to go to the store and get the correct items. Relief slowly drips into Phil’s gut the closer they get to the house, unwinding the knot of worry. Beside him, Puffy is holding a box that she’s filled with whatever she’s deemed necessary and quizzing him on the basic information. Really, Phil should know more but as he hadn’t had the most formal education as a child, it’s lucky he knows this much.

Phil glances in the mirror, trying to be a decent driver this time around. Somehow, despite it only being five minutes since Phil pealed out of their driveway the two cousins are silent. And he realizes why. Behind him, the two smaller sheep hybrids are fast asleep, siting piled against each other in a way that has Phil’s heart melting.

This is why being a parent is worth it.

It’s been about forty minutes since Phil’s left when he finally returns. Anxiety has returned with vengeance over the course of the drive and his gut feels like one giant knot. But the house is still standing in one-piece, warm cedar shingles bathed in golden sunlight, and somehow this lessens the worry he feels inside. Ushering Puffy and her sleepy cousins inside quietly, Phil tries his hardest to keep the rest of the house asleep. He really doesn’t need Tommy waking up right now. After softly directing the two children into the den, Phil hurriedly guides Puffy up the stairs and into his office.

“Phil,” Puffy says evenly, “I know you’re stressed, go make some coffee and read one of the books I brought, I’ll let you know when Techno’s ready.”

Phil sighs, shoulder’s slumping and he allows Puffy to start to shoo him out of the small office.

“Wait-” Puffy says, pausing to rummage through her supplies, “here, give this to Techno, ok?” She hands him a small box that looks to hold some sort of clothes. Phil nods, giving her a tired but grateful smile.

“Thanks for the help, Puffy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably die,” she says with a grin which he matches easily. “Now go…” Phil follows her orders, knocking on the bathroom door. Once he detects Techno’s stifled shout of allowance over the spray of the shower, he cracks it open and sets the box down on the counter then makes a hasty retreat. With that done, he begins a load of laundry. After so many years Phil’s become pretty much an expert on bloodstains and he’s certain that with his skills, nothing will remain as an unpleasant reminder for Techno. He’s just finished getting the coffee pot started and began perusing one of Puffy’s books when he hears someone faintly shout, “save me!” Then a deafening crash. Without a second thought, Phil bolts towards the den, praying that Puffy and Techno are doing fine upstairs.

[nethiewrites]

Hey I’m not dead I’ve just been creating and interacting with fandom in a less public way.

Here’s two fics from two fandoms. One big, one...pretty small I think??

Puffy and Pinky's Dramatic Adventure 

Rating:  Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Dream SMP

Puffy has narrowly escaped capture by a band of bounty hunters. Leaving the wreckage of her ship behind, she sets out to meet up with the rest of her crew. Along the way, she runs into a piglin that seems to need a bit of help. Well, Puffy would never turn her back on a lil (actually pretty big) guy in need, right?

That said, seems this piglin was running from something himself.

Fly Home

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: The Living Tombstone (Tombsonas Universe)

“It is through destiny alone that its hosts find Rust’s armor.” But what happens after that?

Or, the story of Rust reforming in a new body, in a new place, and proceeding to walk, hitchhike, and train-hop halfway across the country to find its way back to its family. On the way, it’s finding itself again.

[pinesolaris]

Chapter Two of my DSMP Superhero AU story was uploaded! I nearly forgot to upload it here as well.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Blood In The Wine has been officially updated (kinda)!

The second chapter will be out til the end of this month AND the first chapter suffered a rewrite sos its way better and more satisfying to read now :)

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43530366/chapters/109443288