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forrests-waterfall · 4 years ago

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Hello! Ik someone’s asked you before but I reallyyyy liked the Dynamic between them both sooooo I’d like to request regressor Tommy and caregiver Technoblade oneshot please ! Maybe something like he hasn’t regressed in a month and techno is worried about him and baby’s him! :3 thank ya <3

Little!Tommy and CG!Technoblade

A/N ;; To be honest, I’m not a fan of how I wrote this. I don’t know what it is about it that needs to be fixed either pfft. So I hope this is at least alright!!

CW/TW ;; Small mentions of Tommy’s exile, the pet names bubs, baby boy, and Toms being used. Also very very small mentions of pushing back headspace.

"Tech I'm home!" Tommy shivered from the outside cold as the door shut behind him. He had gone out to get some materials but had forgotten his jacket (aside from the one he was wearing already), so the trip was a short one.

He didn't need a lot anyway, pretty much anything he needed the other had. After taking his sweater off due to the now warm temperature in the house, he looked up the latter. Techno hadn't replied to his--you could say announcement of him being home.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, sure the other didn't say a lot when Tommy got home but there was at least an "alright" or a hum of acknowledgment. And it wasn't a big deal of course, he was just used to it he supposed.

He placed himself on the latter and climbed up quickly, wanting to see what the other was doing. Maybe Techno was just making potions again and was too concentrated in doing so. That would make sense, Techno was almost always doing something work related.

He hopped onto the next floor and looked at the other. Techno wasn't making potions but he was sitting on a table reading a book. Must be another history book, what was it that Techno liked? Greek mythology? "Hey, Tommy"

The younger smiled at the greeting, "what you readin'? Nerd stuff again I assume?" Tommy hopped onto the table and sat next to the other with his legs crossed.

Tommy actually enjoyed listening to Techno talk about stories and all kinds of other stuff, though knowing Tommy he'd never admit to it. It was just something about the way Techno spoke about it all, it had him intrigued him and he couldn't help but listen.

"Yes Tommy, nerd stuff" he turned the page and began reading along the lines of words again. Silence went between the two, Tommy sometimes peeking over Techno's shoulder to look at the page he was on.

It was obviously an old book as some parts of the pages were stained though not enough to make it illegible. Tommy sighed as he looked away from the nonfiction/fiction (depends on what the person believed).

He hadn't realized how tired he was until he sat down, not only from the trip but he also didn't get much sleep the past week or two. It had only been around one to two months since Tommy moved in with Techno, which meant it was only one to two months since he got away from Dream.

Just thinking about it made him want to curl up and go into his safe place. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't regressed in quite a bit. He either didn't have time to do it or just got scared about doing so. He didn't get to regress much at all during exile unless it was right before bed. Dream was just always there which made it a whole lot more difficult.

The blond knew that this was a safe place for him, Techno wouldn't judge him. Hell, Techno was his caregiver. Though Tommy didn't need anyone to take care of him--he was a big man, not a child!

He hadn't even noticed he was chewing on his fingers while thinking, though the other had seen a bit ago but didn't want to question it right away. "Toms?" Tommy internally smiled at the simple nickname, Techno had started calling him that in little space originally but it became an all the time thing.

Honestly, tommy didn't mind. "Mm?" Tommy hummed in response, wanting to know what the other's question was.

Tommy's legs dropped from the edge of the table and began to swing, Tommy couldn't stand sitting still, and it didn't help he was starting to feel small. Techno stopped what he was doing and placed the book down.

"Are you little right now, Toms?" Techno's voice became much softer than earlier, Tommy immediately noticed that the other was using the tone he typically used when Tommy was in little space.

"No" Tommy shook his head in response. He wasn't little, he was just quiet. That's all.

Techno didn't believe the response he got, Tommy never really liked admitting that he was feeling small and the caregiver was more than aware of that.

"You don't have to lie to me, baby boy. It's okay to be little, I've noticed you haven't been for quite some time now" Techno knew how to make Tommy feel smaller, and Tommy wasn't necessarily complaining.

The blond huffed as he crossed his arms, looking a different direction rather than at Techno. The older hopped off the desk and took a step away, "whatever, I guess I'll just go color by myself in these new coloring books I bought" the pinkette's playfully added as he began to take a few steps away.

Tommy perked up, new coloring books? He wanted to color! Plus they were new, maybe he'd give in to Techno. "I wan color!" Techno went back over to the little, "oh really?" Tommy nodded excitedly, he wanted to see the new coloring books! He wanted to try and color inside the lines! Techno picked the little up and sat him on his waist, "okay fine, if you say so!"

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"What color pencil do you want?" "Blue!" he handed the blue pencil to Tommy and watched him color whatever he was coloring.

It had been a good hour since Tommy got home, which was around 10pm. Techno checked the time to see it was now 11, which was pretty late for the other. Tommy's usual bed time when in little space was usually 9pm, though today was a bit of an exception.

Even if an exception, again it was still late and he couldn't let the little stay up much longer. He could tell Tommy wasn't getting enough sleep anyway by the purple bags under the blond's eyes. Not to mention the little has been acting tired the past few days now.

"Wha you thinkin' about, Tech?" Tommy stopped Techno from thinking any further into it, "nothing Toms, you don't have to worry about it" Techno ruffled the other's hair which resulted in a pout. "Otay" he extended his Y as he went back to coloring, "need red p'ease".

Techno handed him the wooden coloring tool, "Tha purple!" Tommy giggled--the hybrid looking at the pencil and sighed, he handed Tommy the correct one this time.

Looking back at the time, it was now 11:13pm. Techno could also tell that the other was getting sleepier, with the constant rubbing of his eyes and yawns coming from him.

"Maybe we should head to bed, bubs" Tommy surprisingly didn't refute against it, he was done with his coloring page and couldn't think of anything to do.

He sat himself up and made grabby hands at his caregiver. This resulted in the hybrid cooing as he lifted the little and rested him on his waist like earlier. He carefully went down the latter, making sure not to drop the little just in case he decided to move.

Once in Tommy's room, he set him down on his bed and covered him with the red blanket the little had. Tommy grabbed ahold of a sheep plush he owned and hugged it to his chest, "Ghost!" he giggled while continuing to cuddle with the stuffed animal.

"Sippy or baba today, Toms?" the little responded by lifting up a single finger, which silently told techno he wanted a sippy cup.

Techno went back up a couple rooms, fetched a red and white sippy cup and filled it with apple juice. Tommy had preferred to drink some type of juice before bed rather than milk.

The hybrid went back to the little's room and handed him the cup filled with juice. Tommy smiled and took ahold of the cup and began drinking it.

"You want me to read you a bedtime story, bubs?" the other took the top of the cup out of his mouth and nodded excitedly. Techno had many and many stories memorized, so usually a book wasn't needed. He sat down beside the little and began thinking. "A'tena!" Tommy smiled and set his plush down beside himself. "You want to hear about a Greek God?" Techno was double checking just in case they weren't talking about the same person.

The little clapped excitedly with a couple nods, "okay settle down," Tommy nodded one last time before he stopped and began to listen. "where do I begin.." The caregiver began to think, not wanting to make this boring for the other. "Wha she do?" Tommy tilted his head slightly to the side while letting out a yawn. Techno believed he understood was Tommy had asked and cleared out his throat as Tommy snuggled into his caregiver's side.

"Well, Athena protected a city long long ago called..."

#ohhh I hate how this turned out ack #well what can you do #age regression #agere #mcyt agere #mcyt age regression #sfw agere #dream smp #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #mcyt #caregiver technoblade #CG Technoblade #little tommy #DSMP agere #dsmp age regression

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dsmp-agere-stuff · 3 years ago

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Little!Ranboo HCs? I imagine Phil or Techno taking care of him and also Tubbo!

Yep! Also, to the people who requested Fics, I’ll get to those in a bit- I’ll try to get the master list updated on Monday, but we’ll see

Tw: none

-Really quiet

-he just wants to doodle!!!

-he literally can’t walk he will fall over

-Techno has gotten used to giving him piggy back rides

-he can’t sit still, though, so Techno complains about how much he squirms

-doesn’t stop him from carrying him miles tho

-Phil just walks next to them and holds Ranboo’s grass block for him as they go

-Ranboo needs so many hugs but he has to bend over or sit down to get them

-you’ll sometimes see baby Ranboo drop onto the ground then hold his arms out

-Phil finds this the cutest thing ever!! He just drops, Tech!! Look at him!!

-Tubbo and the commune have like a shared custody deal

-Tubbo is free to take Ranboo wherever though, but he has to bring some form of transport for him

-Ranboo loves ear pets so much- hugs and eat pets please-

#mcyt agere #agere #dsmp agere #age regression #dream smp agere #jades hcs #asks #agere ranboo #little!ranboo #cg!philza #cg!technoblade #cg!techno #Cg!Tubbo #agere philza #agere technoblade #agere techno #agere tubbo

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little-ones-agere · 3 years ago

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Revivedbur's Return

Littles: Wilbur and Reader

CG's: Technoblade and Philza

Trigger warnings: descriptions of anxiety, disassociating, and derealization.

Despite how angsty this is, it has a pretty fluffy ending.

You heard that Wilbur was back from the dead. You didn't know how to handle this news. You were fidgety, antsy, and having a hard time sitting still. You were in the middle of an anxiety fueled cleaning binge of your small cabin in the snowy area near Techno's home. You were even starting to have difficulty sleeping again. You should be happy to see Wilbur, but you heard that he had come back different. Come back wrong, worse than he was during Pogtopia. You looked down at your hands, noticing they were starting to shake. You decide to take a break from cleaning for now and sink to the floor feeling exhausted. You were starting to tic a bit but nothing too bad right now.

You probably needed to regress, but you just couldn't; you didn't want to be anxious while regressed or bother anyone. Right now Techno and Philza were out gathering materials for some mysterious building project, he had asked if you wanted to join them, but you had politely declined. You know any of the caregivers around the server probably wouldn't mind taking care of you, but what if they were busy? You don't want to be a burden.

You rise on shaky legs and begin to shuffle your way over to Techno's home. The snow settles in your hair. You feel slightly left of center in your skin. You're shivering; however, it's not registering fully.

Your hands make contact with worn wood, and you push into the cozy house. Technoblade's enderman, Edward, vwoops a greeting to you, and you smile a bit, rasping out a hello of your own.

You climb up the ladder to the attic library. Techie lets you keep your coloring stuff and story books on your own shelf. Maybe doing some coloring will help ground you enough to remember where everyone is right now. You clamber off the ladder gracelessly, feeling very unsteady on your feet. You slide down the wall taking a moment to rest on the scuffed, worn wood floor. You smell something off, a smell that doesn't belong. It was like cigarettes, it dredged up a mixed bag of memories from the day Wilbur had died.

"Y/N?" A rough voice calls out to you, sounding almost shocked. You're so startled by the presence that you almost fall down the ladder. Your eyes snap to the source of the voice and your brain short circuits.

"Wil-Wilby? izzat really you?" You were so confused. There wasn't supposed to be anyone home right now. You start to feel lightheaded. Oh no, no you were starting to have trouble telling what was real.

"Y/N!" There's a panicked tone to how he says your name. He scrambles over to you and gently pulls your hands to his chest. "Y/N, hey, it's okay. Here, copy me and take some deep breaths just like this." He was making some attempt at soothing you, but the contact of his far too cold hands sent you crashing over the edge.

"Nnuh uh" you start shaking your head. "No not wilby can't be wilby not real. Not real can't be."

You were fully spiraling now, a complete breakdown was inevitable at this point and you couldn't stop panicking. You struggle to scoot back away from the man you thought of like a brother. His grip loosened and you feel one of your hands begin knocking against your head, the other found its way into your mouth.

Distantly you're aware that there was a sound like someone clambering down the ladder. Some time after that a door opened downstairs, but you couldn't process what that means right now.

Everything was too much.

Your movements had stilled, but your hand was still resting firmly between your gritted teeth.

You heard someone climbing up the ladder and you curl tighter into a ball.

You were bad, you were mean to Wilby.

Techie is gonna be so mad at you.

He's not gonna wanna take care of you anymore because you're bad.

You feel like you're moving in slow motion when you look up to try and make sense of what was going on around you.

Techno is sitting on the floor in front of you. How long had he been there before you noticed? You were very out of it. He looks worried.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm here, Techie's here now." He slowly reaches out a hand and gently touches the wrist belonging to the hand in your mouth. "Little one, I need you to let go of your hand okay?"

You nod weakly, managing to loosen up your jaw and pull your hand free. He lightly touches the side of your face.

"Thank you bubs. Do you wanna tell Techie what happened? You seem pretty shaken up."

"Techie m sowwy, I was bad an mean to wilby n, m sorry." You're flapping your hands a bit, trying to stim out some of your negative emotions. "I gots scawed cus wilby was here an I didn't know anyone was here an I started dis-dissa-" You were struggling to say disassociating, Techno seemed to understand anyway and for that you were thankful. "I gots really scared cus I couldn't tell what was real anymore. Wilby tried to help me calm down but I was bad n I couldn't, n I made him upset."

"Oh little one, I'm sure Wilby will understand, we just have to explain what happened, okay? Are you feeling calm enough to do that now, or would you like to calm down a bit more first?" Techno ruffles your hair a bit. "Wil's downstairs cuddling up to Steve and Philza so he's okay right now."

You make grabby hands for your caregiver and he pulls you over into his lap, cradling you.

"Do you want to play the grounding game, bug?" He asks you softly, as he could see you were a bit out of it still.

"Mmmhmm, please Techie need help focusin."

"Okay bug, can you count how many diamonds are on the enchanting table?" You nod and count to four on your fingers, holding them up proudly. "Good job kiddo, now can you discribe Techie's cape?"

He holds a part of it up for you to hold, you take it in your hands for a moment. You take meticulous mental notes of the color, weight, and materials used to make it.

"Techie's cape is crimson red, but kinda looks like candy apple red next to the snow, it's made of a heavy velvety fabric with a fluffy white fur trim." Your hand trails up to the clasps holding it around his shoulders, you then fidget with the chain. "The chain is gold n enchaned so it can't break, I 'member you tellin me dat, and then Dadza n Wilby gave you the gems on the claspy bits, then theres one dangly dat matches Tommy's an the other dangly is from Ranboo."

"Very good job baby bug, do you remember what they're all called?" You think for a bit, and nod.

"Dadza gave you an em-emald (emerald), Wilby gave you a flint, Tommy has a bedrock that matches dis one." You push it lightly with your index finger, "an ranboo gave you a totem! To keeps you safe, but das just insurance becus Techie never dies! Never ever!"

"That's right kid, Technoblade never dies!" He ruffled your hair again, laughing softly. "Are you feelin better buggie?"

"Yeps! I'm all back togever! We go 'splain to wilby now?" Your head tilts to the side a bit, like a puppy.

"Of course, I'll go first down the ladder and you follow me okay?"

"Okie! I can do dat!"

The two of you make your way down to the others, and are greeted with an adorable sight. Wilbur was snuggled up into Steve's fluffy fur, with Philza gently combing his fingers through wilburs curly, messy hair. He looks worried, but perks up when he sees the two of you.

"Y/N! Are you feeling better?" He sits up a bit.

"Ya, 'm feelin much better Wilby." You then explain to him what happend, and apologize for making him upset.

"Oh y/n, I'm just relieved that your okay now, that was really scary." He ruffles his hands through Steve's fur. "Plus I know the feeling, sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm actually here, like the universe is just gonna snap back to how it was and I'll be trapped in that God forsaken train station again."

"Wilby, is okay, if chu feel like dats jus come find me n we can play the groundin game n den you'll feel aaaaaall better!" You grin at him, and he smiles back. Then he looks up at Techno, looking like he had a question for his brother.

"Yes Wil?"

"Can you be my caregiver still? An can Phil help sometimes?" He looked so shy and nervous.

"Oh of course little man, I wouldn't pass up that opportunity in a million years." Techno smiles at his brother, looking very content.

"Well duh Wil, you're my son. I'd love to relive the years when you were a cute little brat, and not a tall rat of a man." Phil chuckles warmly, no malice in his tone. Wilbur wasn't upset, he was delighted that now he had two caregivers. "I'll even keep an eye on the other little one if you need me to Tech."

"Awe the old man wants to babysit." Techno teased, and laughed heartily.

Despite all the fun you were having joking around and listening to everyone talk, you were starting to get sleepy. So you pull on Technos sleeve and let him know. It looks like Wilbur was also starting to get tuckered out as he was attempting to stifle a yawn to no avail.

Techno ushers the two of you up the ladder again to get to your little things. Philza follows behind him and soon enough the two of you are changed into some comfy sleeping clothes. There was a bit of crying to be had when Wilbur realized Techno had kept his little things safe for all that time.

Soon enough you and Wilbur were cozied up on the bed, snugly tucked in under a cozy quilt, clutching onto love worn stuffed animals. Wilbur had his orca tucked back into his arms, while you cuddled your favorite raccoon. The two of you were flanked by Techno and Philza who were cooing at the adorable sight before them.

#sfw agere #little!reader #dsmp reader insert #dsmp agere #little!wilbur #cg!techno #cg!technoblade #cg!philza

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childishfluff · 3 years ago

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a compilation of unspoken agreements + common tropes in mcyt agere fics

I think we should talk about the unspoken agreements/common tropes in agere fics that no one talks about, specifically in mcyt agere fics. These were put together by me and my discord friends, feel free to reblog and add on/comment on these. This is also not a critism of agere fics! I use a lot of these!

I just thought the common trends among the mcyt agere fics were interesting and thought I’d point some of them out.

First of all, there’s the unlimited amount of little gear age regressors/age dreamers just have for plot convince and their caregivers aren’t constantly broke somehow. The elaborate playrooms, the bottomless toy boxes, the one million decorative pacis? They’re all free, they’re just there.

Also everyone knows how to make angel milk naturally, and no one ever throws away their kid stuff. Unprepared cgs definitely just have sippy cups and childhood stuffied animals just because and when someone happens to regress they’re prepared, somehow.

Oh and in mcyt agere fics specifically, Wilbur always knows a bunch of lullabies? no explanation he simply does. music interest = know every kid song ever to comfort the babies.

The ‘i had a friend in high school/college who regressed�� trope is a common way of explaining why a cg/friend knows about agere things, too. again with the ‘conveniently having kids things for fluff reasons’, cgs always have kids books or fluffy blankets with the excuse of baby sitting younger family members or whatever.

Regression always lines up with meet ups in rpf fics so that they can cuddle and domestic family fluff can ensue. Speaking of physical affection, caregivers are usually incredibly strong just so they can carry one/multiple teenagers/grown adults while they’re little.

If the little and cg aren’t already in the same place, they’re somehow able to get to each other really quickly. And if the fic *is* internet based, Discord calls/chats are the main form of communication. There might be a Discord sever for all the mcyts who are also littles/cgs used to quickly introduce to the readers who else in this universe is aware of agere-related things

When there’s a confession scene, the person the little is talking to may or may not reveal that half the people they know are either littles/cgs and they might get added to the previously mentioned Discord server. Also! There might be an agere minecraft sever just because?

If someone walks in on someone while regressed the ‘you weren’t supposed to know!’ ‘know what?’ ‘this! *motions to kid things*’ ‘*knows what’s happening for some reason/quickly picks up on it* it’s okay to be small’ conversation always takes place.

Another version of the confession scene could be a situation where the person they’re telling doesn’t already know, they usually come back a day later talking about what they learned on their own, talking about how they were curious and ‘googled a whole lot’.

Everyone is always awake to reply/answer to distressed littles at 3 am, and ‘reward from cg’ packages arrive the very next day.

If littles go out with their cgs, no fan ever recognizes them or questions their behavior despite them never attempting to disguise themselves because uh...writers don’t wanna deal with it, I guess.

Phil and Wilbur usually fill the role of ‘teasing family-figure’ who’s always great at making littles slip. Tommy is either ‘calm cuddly baby aww he’s so soft when he’s small’ or ‘chaos and only chaos’ toddler-younger kid when he’s the regressor in fics, not much of an in between.

Ranboo is usually more well behaved and when he does act out, he gets anxious. Tubbo is either super little/just a bit younger then the other regressors or the friend who doesn’t regress but isn’t the primary caregiver either. Techno can go from the friend who ‘doesn’t like kids’ to the big-brotherly perfect cg, or be an older toddler-aged little, depends on who’s with him and what’s needed for the fic.

There’s a lot more that we’re missing, but these were just some ones me and the server noticed! It’s actually really interesting to think about how we either silently agreed on these things or a few people did them and then so did everyone else, and about the actual reasons we chose these tropes/common things to stick with.

Most of them are plot convience or based off our perseptions of the streamers and content creators, but it’s still cool, y’know? feel free to reblog/reply with more examples or comments on this little list! thanks for reading! <3

#mcyt agere #tommyinnit agere #ranboo agere #wilbur soot agere #tubbo agere #philza agere #technoblade agere #mcyt #agere fanfiction #cg!phil #cg!wilbur #writing tropes #agere writing #rambling

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s3cr3tjuic3 · 2 years ago

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have a new fic i wrote on discord at midnight one night! Its cg!ranboo and f!tommy and r!technoblade, all sfw ofc, and just fluff!

#fandom agere #age regression #sfw agere #agere #dsmp #sfw age regression #dsmp age regression #ranboo #tommyinnit #ranboolive #technoblade #flip!tommyinnit #caregiver!ranboo #age regressor! technoblade #f!tommyinnit #cg!ranboo #r!technoblade #salli's scribbles

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moths-agere · 4 years ago

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CG!Technoblade headcannons!

He loves to read bedtime stories! When he’s waiting during nap times or independent playtime, he writes bedtime stories and draws for the stories! He adores playing pretend, making different voices for each character and moving stuffies’ hands around to make them look like they're speaking!

Techno will carry little’s bags if they don’t want to carry them, so it’s normal to see him wearing a backpack with pastels or shiny diamonds and emeralds!

His most common nicknames are royalty based! Prince, princess and my crown are all fair game for him! He might not like government, but he dresses like a king, and littles deserve to be treated nicely!

Cooking is a mess, he loves to let littles cook with him, but somehow he forgets how fun it is to paint on walls and mess with flour!

Piglins have a need to protect, and with Techno being a Piglin hybrid, being a caregiver makes him very happy. He has a sense of safety and the feeling of being loved when he can take care of any and all littles. Sometimes, he needs to have very sleepy and very cozy cuddles because he has a need to keep littles close. If any little hold his hands in public he will not hesitate to give all his love and attention to them.

He looks scary and tough, but if any little babbles or goes into babyspace he will lose all his persona and go soft.

Techno loves to listen to babbles and pretend they’re deep, thoughtful conversations. He responds to them with a lot of emotion and hand movements, turning to the little and close awaiting a response.

He’s one of the emergency caretakers of the SMP, if any little pings the emergency caretakers, the closest one to them arrives to the coords! So, he takes walks around the SMP to walk his dogs and look out for any scared or lost littles!

Does he spoil his littles? Yes, hundred times over yes.

After the Little’s Laws were signed, he was careful to watch for any signs of people slipping during battle, teaching people how to spot them and how to get the littles out of the situation as safely as possible.

When any little starts crying, he instinctively tries to find gold to give to them.

He is very tough on candy and sugar before and after meals, the milk he makes isn’t very sugary. He prefers to give tea instead, saying that the flowers are magic and good for littles to continue to be cool and strong!

Bedtime is bedtime, meal time is meal time. He is very strict because he cares about littles’ and their health! He does his best to not be very scary, but he apologizes with hugs, kisses, and lots of reassurances!

He makes little homework sheets when kids and toddlers are being rowdy or have too much energy for their age.

Techno likes silence, but he doesn’t mind a music disc or music box in the house.

The fireplace and stove are heavily guarded! Even sitting or standing too close gives littles warnings and a little bit in trouble!

♡ Make sure to take care of yourselves! It's very important to drink some water and eat a snack if you need to! Much love!

[DNI if you are nsfw, dd/lg or any thing related to that, basic DNI criteria. A minor runs this tumblr!]

#cg!techno #cg!technoblade #caregiver!techno #caregiver!technoblade #mcyt agere #mcyt age regression #dsmp age regression #dsmp agere #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere

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agerezuko · 4 years ago

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Caregiver!Philza and Age Regressor!Technoblade HCs

Philza didn’t think Techno talked when regressed except for the occasional “Da’za”, mostly he just points to what he wants or makes various snorts and huffs. After a while of caring for him though he realised… huh… the snorts… Was that Piglin? So he records the ones he recognises the most and plays them back for Techno when he’s out of headspace and a Very Embarrassed Technoblade relays to him that he was basically saying the Piglin equivalents of “hungwy”, “blankie” and “wan’ dada”

Regressed Techno isn’t allowed to touch Philzas wings because lack of motor control and general curiosity do not mix with wings, but!! If he’s been a very good boy all day long the two of them sit down in front of the fire and very carefully, and little clumsily, Techno will run his hands through the giant feathers and get lost in the way they shine and fluff out.

Techno has a small collection (about 10-15) of illustrated mythology books. He’s gotten one for himself, one he thought was ‘cool enough’ to have even when not regressed and the rest are gifts from Philza and Ranboo.

Techno loves being read to and will even ‘help’ Philza out. Pointing to pictures and babbling in a combination of baby level Piglin and English. Nothing he says makes sense but Philza asks him questions and nods along to his noises, telling him “Good job, little piglet!”

Technos favourite way to read is at bedtime when he can snuggle up close to Philza with his bottle of warm honey milk and giant black wings carefully folded up around the both of them, blocking out the rest of the world.

#cg philza #dsmp agere #agere dsmp #regressor technoblade #i have so many hcs i had to take some off and stop myself from typing more #i wanna type out more but it was getting long aa!!#(ask me about his tells)#(things that make philza go from lol best friend pog to I Am Caregiver in 5 seconds flat)#i have so many feelings about these two i could cry

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lil-kitten-kat · 3 years ago

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𝔻𝕊𝕄ℙ ℂ𝔾𝕃ℝ𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

(ℂ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝕃𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕊𝔽𝕎)

- 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 “𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑛“/𝑝

- 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡, 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 8 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ��ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠

- 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 (𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡.

- 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 (𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 2-10 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 (𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔)

- 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 9 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 3

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔, 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠

- 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2-4 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒

- 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑇𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

- 𝑅𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡, ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜, ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑔

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑐𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 (𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜)

- 𝐵𝑜𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑐𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛

- 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 (𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦)

- 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛

- 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠

- 𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑅𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

- 𝐴𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑔, 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 (𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡)

- 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠

- 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒

- 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙, 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑒’𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡

- 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑛 (𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔)

- 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜, 𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑙𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ

- 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒’𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 “𝑜ℎ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑦!“ 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒

- 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑝 𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒’𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ

- 𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙

- 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 (𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 2-6)

- 𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

- 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑔

- 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑔𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

- 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑠

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨!! 𝔻𝕤𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ^^ (𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕝, 𝕊𝕒𝕡 𝕟𝕒𝕡, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕪)

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antoni-anxiety · 4 years ago

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HE HATH LITHP (^///^)

okay so for context, i wrote this in the midst of february at like 2am, please ple a s e, tell me if you wanna see the conversation i had at the bottom of the document with my co-writer @woffleinthebasement

He hath lithp.

Philza’s POV- 3RD PERSON

Phil had been living with Techno for quite some time now, so of course he knew about his friend's regression. However, he had yet to experience taking care of his younger friend; Techno had previously, reluctantly, agreed to having Phil take care of him if he ever regressed. This seemed to come in handy when Techno was having an especially difficult day dealing with his voices. Phil came back to their small cottage after cutting down some trees for a barn; they decided they could use some animals near the house, it would be easier. Phil’s intentions of relaxing next to a fire were quickly interrupted by a soft sniffling coming from Techno’s room.

Techno’s POV- 3RD PERSON

The voices were being absolutely intolerable today, so much that Techno could barely function. He was sat upright in his bed, trying his best not to regress on the spot; his mind was so exhausted from all the nagging that came from the voices, he just needed something to help reduce the stress, and his only safe coping mechanism was, unfortunately, this. The more he tried to stop himself from getting smaller, the more his mind got foggier. It was safe to say that within the first 10 minutes of this behaviour, Techno was deep in his headspace. The boy couldn’t help but start crying, he was in babyspace and the voices weren’t calming down one bit, the experience was terrifying to Techno, you couldn’t blame him. His eyes shot up as he saw his bedroom door slowly open; the only thing on his mind now, other than the voices, was making himself look presentable, however, being in such a young headspace, that was pretty difficult to do. He slightly calmed when he saw that the person before him was Phil, but he was still embarrassed, this would be the first time that his friend had seen him regressed, and ,hopefully, took care of him.

Philza’s POV- 3RD PERSON

Phil entered the room calmly as to not worry his ,very clearly, regressed friend. As much as he wanted to get right to fixing the issue, he couldn’t help but stare in utter awe at how adorable Techno looked. Shaking his thoughts off, Phil warily made his way to sit next to Techno and started rubbing his back which seemed to help the younger. Once Phil deemed Techno calm enough, he asked him how old he was feeling, just to get a grip of how he’d have to treat Techno. Techno, adorably, replied with ‘ ‘m twee’ as he held up two fingers. Phil just couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the youngers actions, and that was when he noticed what he heard, and audibly gasped. ‘You have a lisp!’. Techno shyly nodded and hid his adorable blushing face in his sleeves. Phil sat the boy on his lap and watched as he played with his fingers, his heart practically skipped a beat when Techno started counting on his fingers, ‘ one, two, twee, fouw, faib, thith, thebin, eigh, nwain, tin’. Phil hugged Techno with as much force as he could, ‘I love you so much Techie you’re adorable.’. Techno, once again blushed and tried to hide his face but Phil lifted his chin and..

BOOP!

Techno felt a finger smush against his snout and it was like a button, it made him giggle for minutes on end, especially when Phil started tickling his sides. The sight was adorable to see, just a father-like guy helping his upset friend.

BONUS!!

Techno awoke to a sweet smell coming from their kitchen, Phil was probably making pancakes again. Techno stumbled out of his room to see Phil, infact, in their kitchen, making..waffles. Well darn he was close, when Techno yawned was finally when he noticed what he was wearing, an oversized hoodie and sweats, that only meant one thing, he must've regressed. Blush covered his cheeks as he realised that Phil must have been there too. ‘Uh.. hey Phil O-o’, Techno awkwardly said, to which Phil replied with ‘Oh hey Techno mate, how are you?’. Techno said that he was fine and decided that he should ask about what was bothering him in that moment. ‘Hey Phil uh.. So last night was I-’, Phil cut him off with a nod and a smile on his face. ‘So you know about my l-’, he said, to which Phil responded the same way. Techno sighed as he prayed that Phil wouldn’t tease him about it in the future; Phil was a good guy but, you can never know. Phil just patted his head in response and assured him that it was okay.

IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF THIS FIC LMAO

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baby-n-boo · 4 years ago

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Not Alone- kid!wilbur, older kid!techno, very little kid!tommy, even smaller kid!tubbo, dad!za.

The sun rose bright and warm on the small cottage in the forest, shining familiarly through the thin curtains to wake the thirteen-year-old splayed across his bed, legs tangled in the blue, sheep printed sheets that were a little too small for the bed itself. He groaned, and rolled over, almost falling off the bed as he moved, it being far too early to be awake, especially on a lazy day such as this one. It wasn’t like he had anything to do, no school, no sparring practice, not even any chores. A perfect day to stay in bed until the sun went away again.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t afforded that luxury, as his door was thrown open, slamming against the wall as it swung, and the cool dawn breeze washed over his exposed skin, ruffling his hair gently. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” an excitable voice squeaked, before a weight threw itself at the bed, making it bounce wildly. Coughing, with a breathless “oof”, he couldn’t help but open his eyes now, to see the almost-vibrating form of his younger brother, a grin splitting his face almost in half. “oh, hey Will.” he muttered, wearily, and reaching for his glasses. “What’s, uh...what's up?” Fighting back a yawn, sure he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep now the kid had invaded.

Wilbur bounced again, his hands flapping excitedly, as he grinned. “It’s my birfday! Happy birfday to me, happy birfday to me!” he squeaked, starting to sing as he slid back off the bed and started spinning in circles while singing. “Techy! Sing with me!” he gasped, holding his hands out towards his brother eagerly, making it hard for the teen to refuse, as he smiled weakly. “I’m getting up, don’t worry.” Techno assured, as he slithered reluctantly out of bed, pulling on the first shirt to reach his hands- one of Phil’s donated pieces- and took Wilbur’s quivering hand. “Yeah, uh...” he started, not really singing, though the nine-year-old didn’t seem to mind. “Ha-Happy Birthday, I guess?” he sounded tentative, like he hadnt quite done it right.

“Yay! Thank You!” Will’s grin only got bigger, showing the gap where his front tooth used to be, as he dragged Techno towards the bedroom door. “Cummon, Techy! Everyone else ‘s already up! Dad sent me to come get youuuuu.” He couldn’t stop talking, excitement flowing through his very veins, at the very premise of a birthday. Techno didn’t quite understand what was so important about it, or what significance it held, especially if it meant waking up so ridiculously early on a summer morning. Still, he muffled his groan as the sunlight streaming through the front windows hit his eyes, trying his hardest to smile encouragingly whenever the kid looked back to him. Even as his head pounded and his broken glasses dug into the bridge of his nose.

Seeing the rest of the group sat about the coffee table, which had been piled high with presents, Techno couldn’t help but wrap his free arm about his chest, as it ached. Tommy was bouncing almost as much as WIlbur, holding a small, sloppily wrapped bundle tight in his lap, like it was precious, whilst Tubbo, the youngest of the boys, was sat, wedged right up against the edge of the couch, nervously gripping Phil’s sleeve as he saw the eldest be dragged in. Phil, himself, had taken a comfortable seat right in the centre of the couch, a sheepish smile on his face as he saw Techno’s bewildered face. “Hey Will? I don’t think he wants to be pulled everywhere?” Phil drew the boy's attention, chuckling slightly as Wilbur rushed an apology, stumbling over the words, and threw himself into the dining chair that had been hastily decorated with some balloons, to signify a birthday boy’s throne.

Trying to clear up the misunderstanding, Techno held up a hand, ignoring how the too-big sleeve flopped over his fingers, and muttered his own apology. “No, really, it’s my fault, I...i wasn’t going fast enough. It’s fine.” The words fell on deaf ears, however, as Phil smiled apologetically for Will’s behaviour, beckoning the eldest of the four over to sit with him. Instead, he elected to sink down, crosslegged onto the floor, leaning awkwardly against an armchair, and hugged his knees to his chest to hide the way it was aching. It wasn’t like it was a new position, he liked to sit on the floor, and Phil had stopped questioning it now, sure he would sit on chairs when he wanted to, but, especially today, he could enjoy the fact the spotlight was as far away from on him as it could possibly be.

Subtly combing his fingers through his bed head, he watched through strands of unruly, candyfloss hair as Will descended like a vulture onto the pile of gifts with Phil’s blessing, surfacing with the biggest one. He looked to the fatherly figure for approval, and, after he received a nod, dug all ten of his fingers into the thin wrapping at the same time, yanking to open it in only the way a nine-year-old really could. Shreds of paper went everywhere, Tubbo giggling as a piece landed squarely on his nose, Will’s eyes racing hungrily over the bundle of brown and black that fell out. “It’s a coat like mine, I thought you might want to have one.” Phil explained, as Will unfolded it to reveal a rather less tattered trench-coat than the one Phil was speaking of, the one hung beside the door. Squealing, he held it tight to his chest, almost tripping as he ran over to Phil, and threw himself at him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm gunna wear it everyday, and ill be so cool!” He promised, ignoring how Phil was laughing openly at how big it was. His hands barely even came to the elbows, the tails dragging on the floor behind him as he excitedly ran to his little brother to show him. “Look, Look, Look, Tommy! I’m so cool!” he yelled, as Tommy almost bounced right out of his seat.

“Uh-huhs! You look awesum, Wilby!” the blond grinned, his hair falling over his eyes as he nodded enthusiastically. Wilbur seemed to glow at the praise, his mind racing a million miles an hour as Tubbo nodded to back up Tommy’s point, the sun seeming to shine specifically on him in that moment. “We’re gunna have such cool adventures! Oh, Dad, Dad, Dad, can I go play? I'll be really good, promise!” Will begged, pointing to the window, through which he could see a few animals milling around, the salmon in the river playing lazily in the sun spots. Phil looked amused, shaking his head a little, as Techno stifled a snort. “Maybe later, lil siren. For now, look! You’ve still got more presents! Tommy, how about you give Will yours next?” He carefully redirected the point, relieved as Tommy gasped, and whirled round to grab the brown paper wrapped bundle from where it had fallen to the cushion during their bouncing.

Pushing the sleeves up, and suddenly looking a whole lot more mature as he did so, Wilbur accepted the gift, graciously thanking his little brother, even as the paper almost fell apart in his hands. He tried his hardest to be gentle with it, especially as Tommy watched on, sure that it was precious. And, as he finally unwrapped it from the tissue paper, and it fell into his hand, he couldn’t help but gasp. A small, hand-engraved locket had fallen into his hand, the chain thin and delicate, as it rippled between his fingers, dangling down. Cautiously opening it, Will smiled wide, faced with a picture of his dad, hand on each of his son’s shoulders, Tubbo sat in front of them, all wearing genuine smiles. That was sweet enough, to have his family staring back at him, but the other side held a picture of a pink haired pre-teen, wearing strangely formal clothes, but recognisable all the same. “Techy! Techy look!” Will smiled, rushing over to thrust it in the half-piglin's face, so he could see. The addition of his own picture in the clearly family-heirloom made Techno’s heart flutter a little, especially as he could tell it had been Phil’s experienced hand that had put it together. He replied with a sof smile, and a quiet “huh, ‘tis me, yeah. Thats pretty cool, Will.”, trying his hardest to catch Phil’s eye to send a grateful look his way, though the old man seemed to be purposefully looking away, a slight blush the onbly sign it had affected him at all.

Gently slipping the chain over his head, Will let the heavy piece rest halfway down his chest, as he headed back to the presents, not seeing how Techno’s eyes had glossed over a little at the gesture. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice as the pile slowly dwindled, more and more activities or toys or clothes spilling out of the bright paper, almost drowning the kid, at least not until a ball of paper caught the side of his head, making him zone back in. Quickly scrubbing at the tears that had, rather embrassingly, slid down his cheeks whilst he hadnt noticed, Techno turned his head towards the perpetrator of the assault, scowling slightly when he saw it had been a laughing Phil.

“That hurt.” he complained bluntly, rubbing at his pointed ear, where it had caught him, adjusting the course strands of hair he had tucked behind said ear, instead of tying it up. “Sorry, son. It’s just, we’ve been calling you for a couple minutes now.” he apologised, rubbing his neck awkwardly, especially as Techno’s eyes widened at the endearment. Before he could question it, however, Phil spoke up again. Or at least, tried to. “I was gunna-” he started, before Wilbur jumped in, having changed from his pyjamas to a loose, hempen shirt and some jeans, with, of course, his precious jacket.

“We’re gunna go play! You wanna come with us?” he enthused, pulling his boots onto the wrong feet in his excitement, and making Phil have to stoop from where he was helping Tommy with his buttons, to swap them over. “Let’s play revolution!” he continued, Tubbo following mutely but happily behind the two boys as they ran to the door, his oversized, hand-me-down green shirt flopping around as he moved. “It’s no fun with just one, two of us! Tubbo doesn’t count when we play, he’s too small.” he protested, as Techno went to shake his head, really not feeling up to playing pretend with the boys that day. He had too much to think about. Phil wasn’t having any of it, though, picking up his sunhat from the hook and calling across the room. “Come on, Tech, We’ll all go, I have to head into town to get something anyway, you can come me if you arent going to play with them.” He left no room to wriggle out, making Techno heave a sigh, and nod, slipping away to his room to change. He could hear the excited screams as Phil opened the door to let all three of the littler kids out, and the following yell to “be nice to Tubbo!” as Tommy obviously left him behind to run into the cooler woods.

It didn’t take long to slip into a light, ruffled front shirt and some black dress pants, Techno feeling more comfortable in the antique style clothes, though he couldn’t help sinking down onto his unmade bed, as his stomach ached harder. It might have been hunger, since he hadnt eaten anything since the previous night, but, hearing the faint whoops of Will as he started up one of his too-complex games, Techno knew it wasn’t anything as physical as that. No, it was much deeper.

Quietly wrapping one arm about his stomach again as he headed out, having shoved on some boots, and thrown his too-long hair into some semblance of out-his-face, he tried to paste on a sort of smile for his adoptive carer, sure he’d never hear the end of it if he showed how much he wanted to frown. He did gain a small eyebrow furrow, but, luckily, Phil had the sense not to push, instead pulling out a wide brimmed straw hat for the easily-burnt half-piglin, and passed it over. “Here, we have to go get the cake for later, I had it made specially by that baker in town.” He was reading off a scribbled grocery list, clutched in one hand as he grabbed a basket with the other, not even looking away from the writing to catch the rest of the stuff trying to tumble out of the cupboard, and shove it back in. Techno nodded quietly, knowing the one he meant, and planning how best to Not-Be-There, since it was probably the busiest store of the waterfront on a normal day, never mind today, when everyone would be seeking pies and pastries for their summer parties. He notoriously wasn’t good with crowds, though he didn’t dare tell Phil this, in case it was a nuisance, instead opting to take a peek at the list, and offer to get something else at the same time.

The sudden burst of helpfullness didn’t escape notice, but, given how much he had to get, Phil didn’t much mind, setting the teen on the job of collecting fruits, and stashed the list away in his pocket, to plot the rest of when they got there. He wasn’t sure how long his boys would be out, but he really didn’t want to keep them waiting too long if they got bored before he got back. Having pre-prepared a tray of snacks and water bottles earlier in the day, he quickly propped the door open with a foot, popping it on the low, end table just outside, for precisely that purpose, before waving a hesitant Techno through with a smile. “Out we come, then.” He joked, pulling out the key to lock the cottage door behind them both, his shoes thudding familiarly on the worn stone step, reminding Techno he wasn’t gunna be going on his own, as he shuffled awkwardly between feet.

He wasn’t used to going out without his cape about his shoulders to help hide him from the world, but even now, he could feel the sun beating down on his shoulders and back, warming him almost to discomfort, even without the thick layer of velvet. He cleared his throat, easily falling into step just behind Phil as they passed the squeaky, broken gate, and straight into the field across the road, taking the wooded path shortcut, much to the relief of the teen, not sure he could have made it all the way up the main road and back today. The rustling of the wheat, and foraging of smaller animals was all that breached the comfortable silence that settled over the two of them as they walked, having established that neither was good at small talk months ago, back when days still came and went in darkness.

They had their own minds for company, for the most part, Phil seeming to hear songs on the wind to hum along to tunelessly whenever he felt like it, and really, Techno wouldn’t have it any other way, especially as it gave him something else to focus on, other than the weird feeling he was struggling to put a name to. He may have squealed slightly as a cow wandered across their path, spooking him a little, and causing Phil to chuckle, squeezing his shoulder a little with his callused hand, but, if he had longed for the warm touch to linger a little longer, well that was between him and the trees.

Before long, the trees thinned out, bit-by-bit, interrupted by houses where they would fit, until, by some strange occurrence, they found themselves stood in the town square, like they had been there all along. Still not used to how sudden it felt, Techno spun gently to get his bearings back, before pulling on the basket. “I’ll...i’ll go to the market, if you want to go get the cake before it gets too busy?” he offered, flinching at the merchants hawking their wares at the top of their lungs only a little ways away. Phil nodded, seeing an opportunity to join the three-person queue, hurrying off with barely another word than “Meet back here”, leaving Techno stood, clutching the basket to his chest, in the middle of the path.

Luckily, most people knew Phil, and so, by extension, Techno, in this small village, shaking their heads good-naturedly as he wandered the stalls, looking for the carrots. Trying to ease the furrowed brow he always seemed to wear, they called out jokes, or offered discounts, but he mostly kept his head down, shoving the number of vegetables he needed into the basket, and holding out the money to the appropriate local merchant. Really, he needed to buy Will a gift, since he had flat-out forgotten what the day was, and he really didn’t want to give Phil a reason to put him back out on the street where he had found him.

Finding he barely had enough coins left in the small pouch Phil had handed him for a hunk of cheese, Techno sighed, dejected, sure he was going to have to pick a flower and pretend it was important, and turned to leave. His last hope was a new stall, tucked right in the corner, boasting rare and wonderful treasures he was sure would be cheap tat. Sidling up to the stall, he tried not to be intimidated by the trader keeping their head shrouded in the shadow of their green cloak, and instead, muttered “Do...Do you have anything for a handful of bronze?” like it was something to be ashamed of. The merchant gasped, pulling back the blanket that had covered their wares previously, to show a distinct lack of prices. “Anything here may be purchased for your budget.” He spoke smoothly, as if luring Techo into making a mistake.

For the most part, he had been right, it was cheap tat, painted bright colors to attract fools. But leaning up against the side of the rickety shelf, stood a gleaming wooden instrument, as if begging to be bought, as if it wanted to be played. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing it was perfect for Wilbur, no questions asked. Pointing to it, he nodded. “I want that.” he spoke bluntly, leaving no room for error, watching as the strange merchant picked up in a gloved hand, and inspected it. “Ah, yes, a wonderful choice. I am sure it will be in good hands. That will be five bronze then.” He held out the spare hand, for Techno to upend the coin purse into, watching as five scuffed, browning circles fell out. Snapping the hand shut before he could take the coins back, the strange merchant lifted the instrument over the desk to Techno, knocking back his hood in the process. “Very good.” He spoke, not seeming to notice as Techno backed away, eyes transfixed on the smiling mask he wore over his own face.

Slinging the carrying strap of the instrument over his shoulder, Techno took off running, the basket of carrots banging against his leg as he moved, only daring to look back when he got to the familiar vegetable stalls he had grown up with. The merchant was gone, only a dusty corner left where he had once been, as if it had all been imagined. Rubbing his eyes, behind the broken rims of his glasses, Techno panted, sinking down onto the bench he had been told to meet Phil back at, and tried to calm himself by rubbing his fingers up and down the thick material of the strap. It didn’t make any sense, but, shaking it off as the old man walked up with a carefully balanced patisserie box, he stood and smiled, holding up the basket. “Got ‘em.” he spoke quietly, feeling slightly better at Phil’s affirming smile of praise.

“We should hurry back, Tommy’s attention span isnt too long.” Phil chuckled, speaking fondly about his middle son, shuffling the box to a more sustainable position. “Then, cake! Which I'm sure everyone is excited for!” Techno nodded softly, watching as the baker’s daughter, Niki, ran across the square, chasing pigeons and laughing. She was only a few years younger than Will, but somehow she looked so much smaller, more innocent. He only hoped the best for her. Hoped she would grow up loved and cared for.

Pulling his attention back to the present, he saw Phil had already strated walking, hurrying to catch up with him, and walk in time. The journey was so much quicker on the way back, the path clear of wandering cows, Techno even finding some suspicious looking mushrooms he might have been able to make a soup out of, just growing at the foot of a tree. He didn’t dare pick them, knowing how many people walked their dogs through the wood, but he did make a mental note to research them in one of Phil’s many books when he got some free time.

Soon enough, they were heading back through the wheat, greeted by three tired looking kids, as they lazed about in varying levels of sleepiness on the front lawn. Laughing as Wilbur instantly perked up at the cake box, Phil ushered his boys aside, handing the heavy and cool box to Techno whilst he unlocked the door, trusting him with the responsibility. He didn’t take it back as everyone rushed in, either, letting Techno go last so he could get the box onto the dining table with minimal little kid help. It was a nice feeling, especially as Phil got everyone cleaned up and seated, giving the eldest the honor of opening the box, to reveal a white frosting covered cake, “Happy Birthday, Wilbur” piped on the top with yellow, cursive icing. Practically bouncing off the walls, Wilbur begged his dad to let him have some now, to which Phil reluctantly relented, moving to get plates and a knife to cut the cake with, with the warning they were only allowed a small slice, so they would still eat their lunch. Tommy didn’t seem particularly pleased with the news, protesting “but daaaaaad” loudly, giving Will the perfect opportunity to start talking Techno’s ear off.

“Birfdays are the bestest! I want it to be a birfday everyday! You get cake, and presents, and....and....cake!” he smiled wide, humming happily to himself as Techno offered a tight smile, the feeling only getting worse. “When is your birfday, Techy?” Will asked curiously, as Phil came back with a stack of chipped mismatched plates, and a small utensil to cut the cake with. “Yeah, actually, Tech, when /is/ your birthday? I havent seen you celebrate...” Phil chimed in, seemingly confused when Techno slumped, shaking his head a little.

“I...i,uh, don’t have one?” Techno whispered, flinching as Tommy yelled “What!” at full volume. “Everyone has birfday.” Wilbur seemed confused, especially as Techno shook his head. “Not me. I don’t know when mine is. My family never told me.” He continued, eyes flicking to Phil, who was frozen in panic-stricken thought. Wilbur nodded quietly for a moment, then leaning over a dozing Tubbo towards the cake, and smeared his finger in the icing, rubbing out his name from it, leaning back grinning with his icing coated finger in his mouth. “There. It can be today.” he spoke as if it was that easy, Techno gaping at how kind the gesture had been, his mind not caught up enough to protest, not even as Will pulled the locket from around his neck, and put it round his brother’s. “Happy birfday, Techy, from your family.”

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