#i love hearing about your piglins

[factual-fantasy]

27 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🔮

Oooo very cool! I hope you have fun with it!! :DDD And as for how I make a story it kind'a depends-

For Grimace, Sylvester and the rest of the gang.. well that was just my Violet team. I gave them personalities that I thought would suit them and just.. went from there I guess? <:D

For Conkeldurr, Zuora, Emboar and the 4 piglets.. well, it started with just thinking about Conkeldurr and how much I like that Pokémon. I pictured him as a Gentle giant and imagined how fun it would be to draw him with some other tiny Pokémon that he adopted. I went through the Unovan pokédex and picked a Zuora because she was small and fluffy <XD

After making a post about them I wanted to give Conkeldurr a friend. Well I like the Emboar line so hey why not do that? She can be a mama Emboar to switch it up and she can have 4 kids. Why not? Since I didn't draw her in that first post, I made the story they they went their separate ways for a time but now they're back together.

I honestly don't have solid concrete advice I can offer- I just think "hey this would be neat" and slap it on there. Or I think "hey this scenario would be fun to draw" and so I structure the events and story to make the characters run into this scenario in a reasonable way. That's really all I do.. <:D

@beryl-shade

I've seen Markiplier play it :0 Its.. well its something! <:D

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<XD I never understood why they made him Spanish, the sudden guitar noise is always a jumps care XDDD

@shiny-is-miney

Humans do not exist in any of my Octonauts AUs, nor have they ever <:/

@catain-skyler1987

I do not <:/ sorry!

@nwo-metalscottic

Daww,, thank you 🥹🥹🥹its been rough these past.. how ever many months- my health is still poor and I still am glued to my bed/the couch 24/7.. but I'm hoping to finally see some improvement soon.. and I hope you feel better too! <:))

Any who, I'm glad to hear your views on Conkeldurr! :D Some people can be kind'a harsh :x As for the Tepigs, I can see them sticking around even after evolving into Pignites. They love their mama and would have no desire to leave her.. 🥺

As for what threatens them.. when they were apart, I kind'a image any meat eating Pokémon that thinks they could take them in a fight would be a threat. Or perhaps territorial Pokémon or protective parents that would see a big Pokémon coming near and just attack on instinct.

Now that the two of them are together, they have a lot less trouble with random Pokémon. They're a much bigger challenge to take on as a team. Plus I can see Zuora walking with them disguised as a second Emboar or Conkeldurr. Creating a group that looks like three macho parents that will fiercely protect their piglets.

As for the Minecraft movie, here's the thing about the Piglins. In the actual game they turn into Zombie Piglins the moment they leave the Nether. Why are they still normal Piglins despite running through a village??

And a Netflix show... uhg.. I'm just not interested. I feel like Minecraft looses all its charm when you convert it into a show or movie. And especially if you mess up Steve as badly as they did. Jack Black.. that's the worst casting I can think of.🤦

This is so cool! It feels like it could be canon to the Pokémon universe! :DD

Also thank you so much!! :)))

I have! :0 I watched 8-bitryan play some of it! :) ALSO THANK YOU!! :DDD

@cicutagreninja

WOW!! :00 THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD I plan to return to it someday!! :)))

@astaherussy (Referencing this post)

I think I put that on almost out of habit <XD when I picture old abandoned houses I imagine notes stuck to the door warning of debts and bills that need to be paid lest the owners get evicted. So I drew that because it felt fitting!

..Only just now did I realize that the old owners were supposed to be a mystery.. if there was any at all. So having that note on the door doesn't really make sense.. 😅

ALSO WAAHG THANK YOU!! :DDD

I've seen the FNAF movie and I've seen multiple Youtubers play all the FNAF games. Though I haven't played through any of them myself. :00

As for what I thought of them.. I have a place in my heart for all the games. From the lore jumbling ruin DLC, to the classic first game, I'm a total sucker and I love them all.💞💞

The movie wasn't as bad as I feared it would be. I adored the inclusion of MatPat and the intended inclusion of Markiplier. There were some aspects I didn't like and a lot of missed opportunities in my opinion. And of course the lore is all outa whack..

None the less, I think the movie is charming. And my love for FNAF has only strengthened upon the movies release :))

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Since Metagross isn't in Black/White (Its in Black/White 2) I wont be looking into that species for a bit.. and I wont be looking at Mega evolutions-

As for a Quantum slime equivalent, I have no intentions to make equivalents for all the slimes- I didn't add trubbish to be an equivalent to pinks. I just noted that Trubbish are a common slime that can eat anything, just like pinks are :0

The slimes and foods I add will be their own thing. Not intending to replicate or replace any of the canon slimes or fruits/veggies/meats from slime rancher. If that makes sense-

@petrichormeraki

I don't really have any proper name ideas for them 😅 I've just been calling them the shiny one, the normal one, the runt and the big one. XDD

Also thank you!! :DDD

Oooo that's really interesting actually! :000 That would have been a much more tame version of my Zuoras story <XDDD

@pigeonsplural

SLAKJDJ THANK YOUUU!! :)))0

*plotting noises......

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This ask will be very relevant soon.. 😈 Also thank you! :)))

@roughsketch2010

WAHGG THANK YIU SOMUCH!! :DDD

@kermit-ydafrog

Daww 🥹 Thank you! MY question is why are you so kind?? :DDD

I've heard of it and seen a lot of fanart, but i never got into it myself😅

Thank you for remembering my boundaries and respecting them! <:) And yeah that paints a pretty vivid picture in my head XDDD

@holly-opal

He would have been a better voice for Bowser then Jack Black in my opinion..

@fandomcenteral

WAAHHG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD And its still a surprise to me that I'm considered a celebrity :00 I hope people aren't intimidated to send me asks because of that.. <:D

@muncho1234 (eye post in question)

Peso, Dashi, Tunip and Ranger Marsh have no eye bags because they have decent sleeping schedules and diets. :0 The rest of the characters either have poor sleeping schedules, deal with a lot of stress, or are very hard workers and burn up all their energy throughout the day.. :(

Oh boy 💀

@minnesotamedic186 (Eye studies post) (Kwazii and Calico Jack hug post) (Ranger Marsh jump scare post)

WAAHGG THANK YOU!!! :DD I ALWATS LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE NOTICE THE DETAILS I PUT IN!! :))))

@caronaro-flipaclip

<XD While I agree with this, I cant help but get red in the face when people like/reblog my old artwork.😅😅 And there's nothing wrong with that! It just shows how far I've come! :)

[sundewhasaudhd]

I'd love to hear your dsmp headcanons when you have the time!

YES

I have multiple notes on my Notes app for this moment

TW: mentions of suicide, mentions of starving oneself, mentions of self harm

Tommy: aroace, he/him, 17, 6’1”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD, prosthetic leg. No voice claim yet. Very skinny and scrawny, like he would struggle to lift a gallon of milk. But also insanely fast. Demi god (through Kristen).

Tubbo: queer, trans ftm, he/bee, 18, 5’7”, AuDHD, dyslexia, PTSD, half blind. Voice claim: David from Hilda. Pretty buff, I’ve also been seeing I good amount of chubby c!Tubbo designs, so I might do that as well. Goat hybrid.

Ranboo: pan, enby, they/them+neos, 18, 8’5”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, body dysphoria. Voice claim: Freckle from Lackadaisy. The most twink to ever twink, y’know, on account of being half enderman. Half enderman, half love god.

Wilbur: bi, he/him, 23, 6’6”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD. Voice claim: Red Guy from DHMIS. Another twink. Doesn’t help that he barely eats most days (most of the time it’s just because of the ADHD, but he has tried to starve himself as an [unsuccessful] suicide attempt). Demi god (through Kristen).

Techno: aroace, he/him, 23, 6’3”, AuDHD, social anxiety, depression. Voice claim: Sun Wukong from LMK. Buff. That’s all I have to say. Piglin.

Phil: bi, polyamorous, he/him, immortal, 5’11”, damaged wings. Voice claim: Bandit from Bluey. Again, same as c!Techno. Buff. Human that was gifted immortality, pointy ears, crow wings, and stick antler thingys.

Jack: bi-curious, probably not cis, he/him, 19, 5’9”, AuDHD, probably physically disabled as well, I need to think about my c!Jack design some more. Voice claim: Gyro from DuckTales 2016. Cyborg.

Niki: bi, demigirl, she/they, 29, 5’6”, AuDHD, anxiety. Voice claim: Bubblegum from Adventure Time. Fat and buff. Half demon, half human.

Fundy: gay, trans ftm, he/him, 16, 6’3”, AuDHD, anxiety, dyslexia. Voice claim: Steven from Steven Universe Future. Half fox hybrid, half siren.

Eret: bi, polyamorous, genderfluid, any pronouns, immortal, 6’3”, AuDHD, dyslexia dyspraxia, depression. Voice claim: Aaravos from Dragon Prince. Pretty curvy. Semi god (child of a demi god, that demi god being Herobrine).

Foolish: pan, agender, he/they+neos, immortal, 7’8”. Voice claim: Raine from The Owl House. Buff. Demi god.

Charlie: aroace, agender, he/it, immortal, 5’9” AuDHD. No voice claim yet. CHONKY :D. Plus sized c!Charlie my beloved. Walking piece of goo Normal human.

Quackity: gay, ambiamorous, trans ftm, he/him, 21, 5’8”, depression, PTSD, half blind. Voice claim: Whizzer from Falsettos 2016. Duck hybrid.

Purpled: ace, polysexual, enby, they/he/star, 18, 5’8”. Voice claim: Louie from DuckTales 2016. Alien.

Punz: bi, agender, he/they, 25, 6’0”, ADHD. Voice claim: Zane from Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts. Gold hybrid.

Ponk: gay, transfem, genderfluid, any pronouns, she/he preference, 34, 5’7”, ADHD, prosthetic arm. Voice claim: Mikey from ROTTMNT. Half lemon fairy, half human.

Sam: omni, male preference, bigender, he/they, 35, 7’4”. Voice claim: Raph from ROTTMNT. Creeper hybrid.

Dream: unlabeled, he/they+neos, 23, 6’2”, ADHD. Voice claim: Macaque from LMK. “Powerless” god.

George: gay, transmasc, any pronouns, they/he preference, 24, 5’8”, autism. Voice claim: Philip from The Owl House. Half mushroom fairy, half human.

Sapnap: pan, ambiamorous, he/him, 21, 5’10”. Voice claim: Finn from Adventure Time. Pretty buff. Half demon, half human.

Karl: ace, polysexual, ambiamorous, he/swirl/pop, 21, 5’11”, AuDHD. Voice claim: Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power reboot. Time noodle (idk wtf to call it).

Bad: bi, demisexual and romantic, he/they/it, 36, 9’6”. Voice claim: Moxxie from Helluva Boss. Demon.

Skeppy: gay, transmasc, demiboy, he/it, 34, 5’7”. Voice claim: Percy from Lightning Thief the Musical. Diamond hybrid.

Puffy: bi, transfem, any pronouns, she/her preference, 31, 6’9”, OCD, prosthetic leg. Voice claim: Annapantsu. Goat hybrid.

Hannah: lesbian, trans mtf, she/her, 22, 5’4”, damaged wings. Voice claim: Katara from ATLA. Rose fairy.

Aimsey: lesbian, enby, any pronouns, 20, 4’11”, AuDHD, uses a walking stick. Voice claim: Hilda from Hilda. Bunny hybrid.

Boomer: bi, trigender, he/they/she, 23, 5’9”, ADHD. Voice claim: Ed from The Owl House. Frog hybrid.

Connor: ace, gay, he/zap/blast, 22, 5’7”, autism. Voice claim: Sea Hawk from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power reboot. Time noodle (still don’t know what to call it).

Schlatt: gay, he/him, 36, 6’3”. Voice claim: Haymitch from The Hunger Games. Goat hybrid.

Michaelmcchill: bi, he/him, 33, 6’2”, autism. Voice claim: Jake from Adventure Time. Panther hybrid.

Eryn: bi, demiboy, he/they/sharp/it, 16, 5’10”, ADHD. Voice claim: Leo from ROTTMNT. Half demon, half human.

CPK: pan, genderfluid, he/they/she/it/swish, immortal, 6’4”. Voice claim: Terry from Dragon Prince. Kitsune.

Callahan: gay, he/him, immortal, 5’7”, mute. Voice claim: no one. He’s mute. Demi god.

Alyssa: lesbian, she/it, 24, 5’5”. Voice claim: Sasha from Amphibia. Some sort of hybrid, I haven’t decided yet.

Tina: bi, trans mtf, she/her, 23, 5’3”. Voice claim: Candy from Gravity Falls. Half demon, half human.

Antfrost: gay, he/him, 29, 5’7”. Voice claim: Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug. Cat hybrid.

Hbomb: gay, he/she, 17, 5’8”. Voice claim: Launchpad from DuckTales 2016. Cat hybrid.

Vikk: bi, he/him, 38, 5’8”. Voice claim: Mr. Boonchuy from Amphibia. Parrot hybrid.

Lazar: probably queer in some way, he/him, 63, 5’10”. Voice claim: Fergus McDuck from DuckTales 2016. Gingerbread man.

Miscellaneous headcanons:

Cuddling with Quackity helps Wilbur sleep.

Whenever Tommy or Wilbur think about death, they play with the white streak in their hair 

When Dream was little, he used to draw his smile (TM) on stuff to “claim it”. Like, toys and shit like that.

The Syndicate gave each other hair styling tips.

The reason Quackity always wears a beanie is to cover his ears. For trauma reasons.

Tommy’s cardigan is made of Friend’s wool.

Sometimes Fundy, Foolish, and Sam spend the night at Las Nevadas, so they all have their own rooms there.

When Purpled winks, he winks both eyes on one side.

Karl has a bunch of those goofy ahh socks with like, fruit on them. You know want I’m talking about.

Dream’s birth name is Clay but he changed once more people started arriving in the SMP.

Techno plays violin and is teaching Ranboo.

Dream’s walking speed is the same as the speed walking of everyone else.

Bee duo wears their rings on their horns because Tubbo’s ring finger is busted and they wanted to match.

Fundy calls Eret dad, but not Wilbur. (Rip)

Ranboo’s a soprano.

Aimsey’s hair turns white in the winter.

Burger duo have to keep an eye on each other when they use knifes at the van. For… reasons.

Peer pressure duo practice controlled breathing together.

Techno’s bruh is a vocal stim.

Little Fundy used to jokingly bow at Eret.

Techno has reading glasses.

Techno’s hair gets really tangly if he doesn’t brush it after a day.

Callahan uses ASL to communicate and Alyssa’s his translator.

All of the fandom songs are written by the characters.

Ghostbur put stickers on his guitar.

Tubbo played softball/baseball growing up.

When Dream was in prison, he tallied the days he was there in the shape of a smile.

Wilbur sings and plays guitar to help Tommy fall asleep.

Charlie cries “human bits”.

Bad became really against swearing after he adopted Sapnap.

Wilbur taught Quackity how to play guitar.

Sam just saw George and Quackity all alone on the street and just adopted them.

Dream wears contacts.

Purpled’s UFO crashed on Earth when he was a little, so they don’t really remember anything about his home planet .

Tommy watches Bluey.

Tommy mainly listens to audiobooks.

Aimsey draws on their arm.

Kristen gave Phil immortality so they could always be together, but that caused him to only have one live.

Puffy and Schlatt are half siblings.

Quackity has a Medusa tattoo .

Before Quackity gave everyone in Las Nevadas rooms, Purpled slept in the van with Wilbur.

Boomer watches MHA.

Dream got a spider web tattoo on his elbow after prison break.

Hannah watches Miraculous.

Jack made Tommy and Wilbur matching chats.

It doesn’t matter how much sleep he actually got, Wilbur looks tired no matter what.

Fundy listens to the High School Musical soundtrack.

Karl was/is in the WoF and Warrior Cats fandoms.

Tommy sings Welcome Home and My L’Manburg to himself to help him fell asleep and/or destress.

Niki taught Tommy how to sew after Exile.

Every time Jack loses a life, he becomes more cyborg.

Phil started growing his hair out after Techno died.

Wilbur is that one annoying ass person that sings happy birthday well (everyone knows you’re not supposed to sing happy birthday well).

Wilbur masked for most of his time on the SMP (especially during the elections and Pogtopia) and only really unmasked after the people he was really close with.

Dream has retractable fingernail claws because of his limited shapeshifting abilities.

Sally and Milo are besties.

That’s it. I hope you like em :3

[genevawrenn]

I am just going to put this at the top : this post is going to be a long vent about missing Technoblade, please scroll on if you do not wish to read.

We are coming up on two years without him.

We are also coming up on three years since I discovered his content.

I thought I was at the point I could watch one of his videos tonight, as I used to often do when I am doing tasks or writing he was always the background noise I used. I remember calling into work when he streamed for the sheer sake of enjoying them while they happened the few times I caught them before...well. I think you know. He was the reason my passion for writing came back to life and I believed I could actually follow my lifelong dream of eventually publishing a story.

But I suppose the part I always forget about grief is the absence of the unique spirit that person brought to your life. I found his content and engaged with it instantly, developing one of the longest running fixations I have had in a good while. The sheer excitement I'd have getting the notification he went live for one of his rare streams.

I don't think it truly sunk in when he announced his diagnosis. I remember discussing it with the irl friend who got me into watching him and both of us laughed, saying he's strong enough to fight off anything.

A few months pass with his rare posts and there was always this tiny little bit of intuition I had where he never told us what severity of cancer it was. Like he was a very private guy, yes, but this seemed extra...odd.

Then I remember the way my heart sunk when 'so long nerds' popped into my notification bar. The dashing of my heart against the floor texting people as I tearfully listened to Technodad tell us the words his son Alex wished for us to hear.

Its been a long two years. Its been great ones, tbh. I found a new passion with QSMP and Hermitcraft after the finishing of DSMP [tho c!Techno will forever remain close to my heart]. I kept writing, with over half a million words in published fics on ao3 and several WIP including 3 original novels.

But the only one I ever wanted to thank for helping me find my creativity again I can't, and I never will be able to.

I miss Technoblade.

I will never stop missing him.

I wish he could have laughed with his friends for many years yet, being silently proud of their accomplishments while he messed with people on the QSMP. I wish he could have had another MCC with friends.

I wish his unique soul wasn't taken from us so soon, as we weren't done following our hero yet.

But the only thing I can do now is continue to speak his tales. The first book I properly publish, the gratitude page is going to be addressed to him. I will continue to tell others about his accomplishments and tell them to go watch his content on his Youtube channel [get him to 17 million!]! Buy some of his merch [when it comes back in stock]! Support his family & friends!

Though he would call us nerds for crying, I think its beautiful how many lives he touched and how many thousands mourned his passing. He was a light all corners of the MCYT sphere and beyond saw and respected, and not too many creators can claim such an honour.

I'll always be a Voice at my core. Even if I spend my time these days as a crow, a huevito, a ferret, a tubling, a doozer and many more, my heart will forever belong to Technoblade.

Please keep creating art and writing in his name. I love scrolling the fanart tags and adore every piece I come across with my favourite piglin in them. Please, please, please keep saying his name. Sing his legends. Make references, continue the jokes, hang out in one of his friends chats and support the people he loved.

Support those who are still here, even if your heart hurts.

It's only painful because we all loved him so much, which is a beautiful type of sorrow.

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

I swear to GOD the next one is the last. NO MORE CHAPTER MITOSIS

The firelight flickers, enchanting as it sends up spiraling pine-scented smoke into the constellations above. “Woah!” Techno laughs, throwing an arm out to stop Tommy from getting closer to the campfire. “Stay back, feather duster, you’re going to get singed!” 

“How am I supposed to sit at your side if you’re practically inside the fire!” Tommy shoots back. There’s no practically about it; the piglin’s hooves warm themselves on the coals of the blaze, happily toasty. Meanwhile, one accidental brush of feathers and Tommy will go up in flames. Wings ruffling in annoyance, Tommy glances at the ragged pair, irked to once again be held back by them. True, with proper care and time they’ve lost their desolate edge, but the filling out wings only increase his chance of catching fire. 

His fingers itch with the impulse to pull out his feathers. Tommy busies himself with preparing a s’more with Philza. 

He perches on a log next to Philza, the distant fire crackling away. His back is cold as the arctic night presses against the bonfire’s brief shelter, but Philza drapes a large wing around him for warmth. At least his wings aren’t as big as Phil’s, he consoles himself. Tommy takes up less space that way. He’d used to sprawl, pushing to fill the world. But his abuser taught him it was easier to cut away the parts of himself that were too obnoxious for others to deal with. Get out of the way, don’t be a problem and you won’t get what’s coming. He would’ve cut his wings off, too, if he could’ve. Some days he still wants to. But no, it will hurt like hell and Phil and Techno will be upset. He can’t afford that, it’s bad enough how often he’s cussing them out and breaking their stuff. Their irritation runs like an undercurrent, sending alarm bells ringing.  Part of him hates himself for it, begging to appease Phil and Techno, to fawn until he’s forgiven and safe. Part of him is terrified of it, waiting for punishment that never comes.

But another part likes the alarms and screeching panic, because it means he can tell when a situation is dangerous. Because last time he made himself palatable and all it did was chew him up. Tommy’s lost the knack for pulverizing the ugly parts of himself, and he reckons that might be a good thing even if his instincts scream that his friends are going to start hating him. Still. If he did cut his wings off, he could never again feel his abuser’s soft fingers petting his feathers. Maybe if he starts cutting off the parts of him that are easy to love no one will ever take advantage of him the same way. 

Tommy hears the hiss of his abuser’s TNT even if he can’t see it. Automatically he drops to his knees, obediently clawing into soft dirt to make a hole. Phil shouts, an arrow flinging the explosive back, but the thunderous cacophony swallows him all the same, and suddenly he’s drowning in weeks old fear. Tommy is lost in the high-pitched shrieks of a scared chick, chirps ripping out of his throat and panic blotting out his mind. He frantically calls for his abuser to rescue him, and only in a hazy recess of his mind does Tommy remember his abuser is dead and never coming back. 

The first thing he registers when he comes back is the dirt caked under his claws from clawing into the earth. The little splotches of mud from where his tears stain the ground. The dark aegis of Philza’s wings sheltering him, the older avian crouched protectively overhead. Territorial alarm caws pour from him, head frantically whipping as dilated eyes search for a threat to his chick. Great. Now he’s making his stupid instincts Phil’s problem. As if it wasn’t bad enough to be weak and helpless, now he’s triggering Phil’s instincts and robbing him of free will, too. 

“Creeper, guys,” Techno winces. “Just a creeper.” His cautious approach freezes as Philza locks onto him. There’s a tension in his eyes, wary and sad, as he waits for his best friend to attack in an instinct blinded rage. 

But Phil doesn’t, more concerned with covering his chick. The alarm caws cease as he realizes there isn’t danger. Tommy tries to wriggle out from under Philza, but when Philza’s head jerks to stare at him his eyes are still dilated. Worried chirps replace his cawing, pinning Tommy down and checking him over for injuries. Right. He supposes ensuring the chick is safe includes more than just fighting. But he isn’t hurt, the creeper wasn’t anywhere near him. 

The answer comes from Tommy’s own instincts. He clamps down on the first notes of a coo, realizing it’s supposed to assure his guardian he’s alright. But it’s only the trigger for the next phase. The natural next step is to calm the chick. The coo builds up in Tommy’s throat, aching the longer he suppresses it. Nauseous fear tenses him. No. No, please, he can’t go back to that state again. It’s taken so much from him, breaking him into something pliant and pleasant and easy to love. Easy to control. 

Tommy digs his talons into Philza’s arms, clawing in until blood wells up. Snarling and kicking and biting and unlovable and yet it doesn’t save him. It only gets so, so much worse, Philza’s worried chirps giving away to adamant coos, to soft caresses through his thrashing wings. 

“PHIL!” Techno calls, startling forward. “He’s alright, alright? Let him lea-mph!” Philza’s wing smacks him hard, hurtling him back. For a second his eyes meet Tommy’s, and in an instant Tommy knows he could charge right then and there and tear Philza off him, to hold him at bay while Tommy escapes. Techno could rescue him. 

But he won’t. It would cost him too much to fight Phil. 

“Phil, the creeper is dead,” he tries gently. “Come on bro, nothing’s wrong. You’re the one freaking the kid out.” Techno coughs roughly, then breaks into a purr like the crackling churn of a redstone contraption. “See?” he rumbles, “you can stop now, Phil. Stop.”

If anything it just makes it worse for Tommy, yearning strangling him. It hurts so bad to shove his coo down. Tommy, the real Tommy, wants to howl, but the stupid animal inside him is stronger. The world darkens, hazy and hard to reach no matter how he struggles. Vision smearing into something warm and pleasant, Tommy can’t tell if the tender hands running through his hair belong to Philza or his abuser. 

His body automatically relaxes as the soft coo breaks free from his throat. Despair wells in Tommy, but it slips through his hands, his real thoughts fading as artificial calm drowns everything out. 

The hands combing through his hair freeze as the assurance releases Philza from his protective instincts. “Sorry,” Phil croaks. It shatters the spell. His abuser never apologized. He scrambles away, leaving Tommy flat on his back, watching the swirl of constellations overhead. Tommy would like to be angry, but it’s been drained out of him, the dregs of bliss acerbic in his mouth. 

He wants to attack Philza, vaguely. He should. Maybe it would stop this from ever happening again. All he has to do is stop the older avian from caring about him. But the thought of what it would take to make the kind and patient Philza truly despise him makes Tommy feel quite sick if he’s honest. Even now Phil is apologizing, concerned and compassionate and utterly confused when Techno presses a healing potion in his hands for the wounds Philza hadn’t even noticed. Tommy’s hands curl into fists so he doesn’t have to notice the blood under his claws. 

Techno offers Tommy a hand up, and he just stares at it. “You good, bro?” 

Tommy expects the offer to drop as he doesn’t respond, but Techno remains reaching for him. “I hate that I’m like this,” Tommy says quietly, watching the crescents of wounds buried in Phil’s flesh vanish in a curl of rose magic. 

“Alright,” Philza measures carefully. “So what can we do to become a Tommy you don’t hate?”

“Nothing. I’m just like this now because of him, I won’t ever be the Tommy I used to be.” 

“Hm. Maybe a better question is what types of things does a better Tommy do?” 

“Maybe… doesn’t waste your time with stupid crap like this.”

“It’s not a waste of time if you need help,” Phil assures him. 

“But a better Tommy wouldn’t need help.” 

“That’s just not true, mate. Everyone does. Me and Techno aid each other all the time. We care about you and want to support you.” 

“Then a better Tommy would make it worth it to care. He’s nicer. Doesn’t shout and break your stuff when you’ve only been kind to him. But whenever I act like that, it feels close to the preening. And I don’t want to get stuck like that, all cuddly and fawning and nauseatingly meek. It feels like I’m losing control, just trying to do appease you so I don’t get hit. And- and if I’m awful enough you’ll leave, too, and then I won’t have to worry about it at all. But that isn’t working, either. I don’t get it. I’m awful. I’m awful on purpose. Why do you put up with me?” 

Techno shifts from hoof to hoof, firelight tossing his shadow wildly. “While I admit it would be cool if you stopped smashing my cupboards…I get it. Heh, you should see our training room after I’ve had a bad day. I’d prefer that frustration is channeled into something productive instead of being taken out on us, but we can work on that. You went through a lot; it’s okay if recovery is rocky. Besides, after I baby-proofed the house it hasn’t been too bad. You’re going to have to try a lot harder to get us to hate you. But I gotta ask, is that really what you want?” 

Tommy bites his lip, eyes burning from staring at embers for too long. Or perhaps it’s the threatening tears, but Tommy refuses to admit that. Does he want them to hate him? Will it be okay to hate himself if the entire world does? Will he be finally safe if no one cares? “It’d be easier if you did.” Then he won’t have to wonder what they could possibly see in him that he can’t.  

“We’re not trying to make it easier for us,” Philza explains. “This is about what would make life easier for you, Tommy.”

“I wish stupid things didn’t upset me, like touching and grooming and holes and obsidian and smiles and feathers. But most of all I hate my instincts, the way I just shut down. How ease to manipulate it makes me.”

“Those hatchling instincts aren’t forever, mate. You’ll grow out of them, just like I did when I first flew.” 

“But I can’t! I’ve tried, Phil, all it did was nearly kill me! I can’t fly, and maybe I never will.” 

“I never said you have to fly alone.”

Next >

[bubble-popping]

okay this is kinda embarrassing bc i meant to post this a long time ago and just... Didn't.

More dnb gods au bc them <3

Truthfully, Techno didn't know why he stood here, hand hovering above the wood of a door. Even less did he understand why he felt so nervous about going in. The words 'Dream's Study' felt like a permanent 'do not disturb' sign. He knew how much he hated to be interrupted when he worked, especially for trivial matters such as a minor headache. Techno hadn't seen Dream for a while, and it was showing with how Chat nagged and clawed at his brain. He wasn't quite at the stage of attacking his dearest friends and causing major property damage because of their volume and relentlessness, but Dream had asked--pleaded, to be more precise--for him to visit before it got to that point. So, here he stood, trying to think of how to phrase his current predicament without sounding like a total loser. And Chat was not helping.

just knock?

man's forgot how to knock

bro forgor

E

E

average dork in love behavior

no u guys don't get it he's so normal about dream i promise

social anxiety L

L

LOL

L

L

"How do you nerds even know half those phrases? I don't say anythin' like that-" Before he knew it, the sound of squeaks and chirps emitted from behind the door. The Blobs' heightened senses never ceased to amaze him.

"What? Techno's outside? How-OW!"

Techno startled upon hearing the exclamation accompanied by a thud and finally kicked himself into gear, opening the door and peeking inside to see Dream standing up from behind his desk, cradling his horns and uttering more hisses of pain. "Dream? You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine! Jus' bumped my head is all. I'm alright." The blond waved off his concern as he sank into his chair. "Is something up? Chat being loud again?"

The piglin god decided to step further into the room. He'd gone this far, might as well go the full mile. "Well, not at the moment now that you're, ya know, talkin'."

"Aw, they just missed me, huh?" Dream rested his head in his hand, smile smug and eyes scrunched.

YES

DREAM

DREAM POG

simps. every single one of you. me too.

GUYS SHUT UP I CAN'T FOCUS ON HIS PRETTY

pretty dreamie :)

WE AGREED ON DAYDREAM FOR THE NICKNAME IDOIT

**idiot lol

lol

LOL

Lol

LOL

"I didn't say all that. Don't get ahead of yourself, teletubby." As if Techno's absolutely scathing remark wasn't enough of a blow to the man's ego, several Blobs then decided it was their special moment to shine as they dropped down on Techno chirping and cooing not too unlike Phil's crows. He glanced up to see many more piled on a hammock above his head. The majority still soundly slept. Techno could only imagine what it'd look like if they were all awake.

"Hey! What have I told you guys about personal space?" Dream promptly stood from his chair and came over to brush the little Blobs off, a bright gold strong as sunshine glowing on his cheeks. It really didn't match the stern expression he was trying to show. "I'm so sorry about them. We're still working on that..." He didn't meet Techno's eyes as his hands swiped across his shoulders. Not even when he reached further up, lifting on the tips of his toes to pluck away the ones that had settled in his hair.

"They're not so bad. At least they're cute. Chat is just plain annoyin'," Techno grumbled.

WE'RE RIGHT HERE YA KNOW

techno hates us y'all

we're literally fixing your love life?

so ungrateful

Dream giggled softly, shaking his head. Only then did he meet Techno's gaze. "Chat isn't bad either. It's just like the Blobs, they're excitable. I think Chat's cool."

dream gets us y'all

omg he's looking at us guys

HE'S THINKS WE'RE COOL

i hope he wins the custody battle in the divorce

they aren't even married yet

praying on their downfall already is crazy

SHUT UP HE'S STILL TALKIMG

he stopped tho?

**talking

LOL

LOL

L

L

L

Techno pressed a hand to his temple, face twisting in discomfort. "You don't have to hear 'em all the time..."

Dream offered a sympathetic smile before he seemed to get an idea. "Would you like to rest with me while I fulfill some dream requests?"

"I don't wanna bother ya if you're workin'-"

"You wouldn't be a bother, ya big idiot. C'mon, I could use the company." He smiled sweetly, taking Techno by the arm with pretty green eyes begging from under long blond lashes. Naturally, Techno let himself be dragged away--but he still wasn't a simp, Chat, shut up--to a different corner of the office: an area that closely resembled a pillow fort.

Techno really had to duck down to enter it, clearly not built for a god his size. Inside was more spacious than it initially appeared. Made of many different colors and shapes of cushions, all draped with soft blankets, and partially bordered by the lower shelves of a bookcase. Dream easily found a spot to lay down, propped up and facing the curtain canopy. Techno squeezed against the nearest wall out of consideration for Dream's space, but regardless only managed a gap of mere inches. He too looked up, and when he did, he swore that nothing was above them at all. Tiny lights were strategically placed to emulate the night sky. Techno could even see certain constellations in the pattern.

"How did...?"

"Oh, some Blobs got into my glowstone dust by accident and they reminded me of stars, so I got this idea." And Techno believed him because when he squinted he saw, as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, many tiny Blobs hanging by thin threads with the proudest grins on their faces.

"Of course..." He huffed, smirking and shaking his head.

A comfortable silence succeeded his words, covering the pair in a particular kind of blanket. The kind that had Techno curiously glancing over to see Dream concentrating on a cloud held aloft by the green strings connected to his fingers.

"What's that one? If ya don't mind me askin'."

"Hm? Oh, well, usually I don't share other people's dreams. They're personal things, meant for your mind alone. But..." Dream got a small, almost mischievous smile on his face. "This one here is for one of my regulars."

"Regulars?"

"Mhm. I think she prays almost every night, always for the same thing. She's an old woman and recently her wife of almost 60 years passed away from an unfortunate accident. Do you know what she asks to dream of?"

Techno couldn't imagine knowing that much about a mortal. But then again, all those that prayed to him usually didn't live very long, so he supposed he just never got the chance to.

"What?"

"She just wants to speak with her again. Nothing else matters, except that she's there. They talk about so many things. Sometimes, they don't speak at all. Just sit there next to each other, enjoying the company. I've put them in all sorts of places. Relaxing on a beach, watching a fireworks display from afar, sitting on their rocking chairs in their living room..." He'd finished crafting the dream by then, offering it to one of the Blobs who devoured the cloud whole and promptly wiggled into the crevice of two pillows. Afterwards, he folded his hands atop his stomach and closed his eyes, smiling wistfully. "Such a sweet, pure love... I only hope someone will love me like that."

A heat unlike any other instantly filled Techno's cheeks.

ASDFGHJKL HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR IT

LET'S GOOO

KISS HIM YOU IDIOT

how did that guy make that sound

KISS

KISS

KISS

L matchmakers fr

wdym we're such W matchmakers

yeah he boutta get that sheep pus-

Techno quickly sat up from the comfortable pile onto his elbow, resolutely pushing that thought out of his head.

"Techno?" Dream looked to him, gaze wide and inquisitive. The piglin god turned to stare down at him, and though he knew he had to say something that might finally shut Chat up about this, the words got caught in his throat. Green eyes were simply too pretty, surrounded by freckles and waves of golden blond. A hand surprised him out of his admiring. Gentle fingers pushed the hair that had fallen into Techno's face behind his pointed ear then came to a rest at his cheek. "Something wrong?"

"No," he answered with a shake of his head, placing his hand upon Dream's and leaning into the touch. It still didn't make a lot of sense to him, why Dream was so tender towards him despite his reputation and prowess... Or, perhaps, because of it? Techno cherished it all the same. "Nothin's wrong. 'm just... 'm not sure how to, how to word-"

"Tech," the sheep god murmured, now cupping both of Techno's cheeks and wearing a bittersweet smile, "you don't have to force yourself. I was just thinking out loud. I wasn't trying to-"

"It's not that, I mean, well, it is, but-" He sighed, closing his eyes to collect himself before opening them with a renewed determination. "I get what you're sayin' and I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"Ya think I'd come just to make Chat shut up? That's just a sweet bonus, dude."

Dream giggled, a similar blush rising on his face. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means I... would really like to kiss ya, if you'll let me."

The blush immediately brightened to a shimmering gold. He pushed himself to a sit as well, closing the gap between them to barely a few inches. "I think I'd like that."

They both leaned in, heads tilting to accommodate the other, but when Techno connected with something, he knew it was not Dream's lips. A Blob had managed to slip in at the last second, squeaking happily. The two pulled back in equal astonishment, allowing the Blob to drop on Dream's lap.

Dream's expression rapidly soured. "You little-!" He snatched the Blob up, gripping its little body in a tight grasp. "That's it. You're all going in timeout now." With a snap of his fingers, all the Blobs including the ones that hung from the ceiling exploded into puffs of clouds, leaving the two in near total darkness aside from Dream's glowing eyes. "Much better. Now..." Hands suddenly grabbed Techno by the shoulders and twisted them so he was flat on his back and Dream was straddling his waist. His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in once again, bright green illuminating both their faces. "Where were we?"

[teardropfamilyreunion]

About the Minecraft Movie . . .

I have . . . A lot of thoughts about the upcoming Minecraft movie. Including, but not limited to:

They whitewashed Steve

How are Piglins even coming to the Overworld and not zombifying?

Why are Piglins coming to the Overworld in the first place?

They're trying to make it look like Minecraft, but it doesn't.

Why did they have to use real people? Couldn't they just have animated it?

Also the animation is just flat out bad.

It seems just like one big cash grab

But I didn't make this post just to complain about the Minecraft Movie's many problems. I made it because I feel like this is one of the worst things that's happened to Minecraft.

I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but hear me out. I know that Mojang has already been pretty unpopular as of late among the Minecraft community as of late, but to me, this feels like kind of the last straw. For the reasons stated above, and more, I think this movie is an abomination that should never be released. It's clear that Mojang is putting no care or effort into making quality Minecraft things anymore --- the glaring errors, terrible animation, and cash-grabbyness of the whole thing says as much.

And I'd like to say that this marks the official start of what I'm going to be referring to as "Zombie Minecraft". For context, this title is coming from how fans of The Simpsons refer to the more modern seasons of the show as "Zombie Simpsons" --- because it looks so similar, but you can clearly see that it's not quite itself. And I think that really sums up my feelings on Minecraft now. And I know I haven't been in the Minecraft community for super long compared to so-called veteran players, but I can see how much has changed since I started playing, and I've watched more than enough YouTube videos about old Minecraft to to get a decent impression of how things were back then. And to me, it feels like this really marks the turning point into what's basically an undead version of this game.

Now I would like to clarify something. I'm not making this post just to complain, and in fact, despite all of this, Minecraft is, in fact, still my favorite game of all time. As a matter of fact, I sold still play it on the daily! The game was built on such solid foundations that I don't think the game itself will never truly be bad. This is coming from a place of love for the game, and anger at Mojang for just not caring for anything other than money anymore.

I know this is a bit of a long-winded post, but I had a lot to say. And these still just my opinions; I'm definitely willing to listen to your takes as well. I just wanted to express my thoughts on the matter.

[super-secret-clown-corner]

catching up on the kabsmp videos rn and i'm having normal person thoughts as usual anyway did you guys ask for a crazy ass idea on where i think the storyline is gonna go because i have a crazy ass idea on where i think the storyline is gonna go (this is gonna get long sorry in advance)

In Which I Lose My Mind Over Some Guy's Minecraft Persona In A Goofy Ahh Lore SMP

cover image for sillies

So. Hear me out. Clown is still the overarching villain of the series. Whatever's happening with Kyle and the void is still """""important"""""" n stuff, but (totally not because i'm biased or anything (i totally am)) that's all a red herring covering up the real threat. The idea I have rn is that Clown is biding his time and finishing up whatever research he had on the void, then when Kyle is defeated, he's gonna swoop in, take the void for himself, and become basically unstoppable which'll lead into season 3 or smth.

Bits Of Info That Makes The Pepe Silvia Meme Cover Relevant

Time to be insane and dump every single bit of potential evidence on why I think Clown's a bigger threat than the others think he is, starting at the very beginning (i'll try to keep this as chronological as possible but i'm busting my brain trying to piece everything together i watched this so out of order at first).

First, obviously, is the whole him killing Pyro bit and betraying him to get to Rae, then killing everyone in the commune. hoWEVER bro just casually tore open a portal to the nether and back and none of the other people in the group can do that. It's kinda hinting that Muu knows how to make portals but other than that the original s1 group has been stuck there since the start (which maybe suggests Muu isn't from this dimension also but that's another thing to unpackage).

a side note here: lincu came from an end portal that clown made for maddy and they NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN????????? WHAT

In the Pyro POV that came after that, it was heavily suggested that Clown was originally a conqueror or insanely destructive pillager (not the actual mob) (like come on, "bow before the scythe emblem" or whatever the words are? just write your name in the book you're practically screaming it at this point). Then, when Branzy showed up in that cameo episode, he didn't shut up about how Clown destroyed entire villages and killed a fuck ton of people (i will scream more about this point in a second 😁).

In the Season 2 opener animatic, he dropped his manipulative buddy buddy act the moment the void appeared, stabbed Kaboodle, and fucked off. He was also shown going full aggro on Magic, trying to get information about the void from her. A little while later, he's shown reading books on the void and finds something "perfect" for whatever he's planning (brain explosion).

Looping back to the Branzy cameo, it was revealed that he, Branzy, and Ashswag worked together in a laboratory somewhere in a different dimension researching and experimenting with portals. Ashswag said that Clown pushed him into one they made, which resulted in him glitched out and broken (WHICH OPENS UP ANOTHER CAN OF WORMS ARE THEY SUGGESTING THAT THIS IS ALL ACTUALLY JUST A SIMULATION/GAME LIKE HOW MINECRAFT ACTUALLY IS???????????? holy shit if i think about this for too long i'm gonna have another huge scream fest again).

and THEN in the most recent one as of today (aka A New Issue) it's revealed that Pyro had his suspicions that Clown is otherworldly and unnatural. Bro casually soloed a 100-Piglin invasion. I already had the thought of "oh yeah this guy's definitely not from any of the three dimensions" but the only contradictory thing that popped up for that was he and Pyro used to live together for a bit with the Waste Walkers. HOWEVER with this new information that Clown was just this anomaly that popped up periodically in their group, he's practically screaming that he's not from any of the three dimensions.

BASICALLY. I'M VERY NORMAL RIGHT NOW.

i love overcomplicating silly lore as a pastime

[anartisticdreamer0]

time for liveblog of qtoo stream:

oh hi tilín o/

we’re all wondering what your doing here

“there will be more to come” tilín don’t be like this man

WHO TF IS KILLING THOSE PIGLINS DAMN

damn how evil was? is? q man.

oh okay we acknowledge the beeping, it’s definitely life support

ah a portal, but he doesn’t wanna go- he did- he looked at all his other options and went fine

he realized he’s really far out

RICHAS- pfft richas doesn’t have the fuckin skin on- BAHAAHAHA

there he is properly, q trying to get the admins to redo the scene pfft

tilin wants q to introduce them to richas

i like the detail that richas has their personal blue sign while tilin has the basic signs that they all used to have

PA QUACK AAAAAAAA CRIES

q asking why richas looks so bad and is happy one of them is treating him nicely

HIJA- FUCKING FINALLY

DAMN TILÍN- damn q is really trying to make them understand he loves them both and richas didn’t replace tilín to him, and richas still means a lot

why is richas here, someone free this stinky child.

HA RICHAS SAID IT! HE TOLD Q HES IN A HOSPITAL!

richas is doing the most-

WHY IS THERE A BOAT. (oh roier)

richas is like “nah dude its fine i get it” and tilín is like “nah fuck this guy”

should be clear i’m not 100% this is actually tilín but ya know gonna treat them as if they are until otherwise obvious

oop richas is burning the trees and tilin ain’t complaining

IS THIS A MAZE OF HIS SINS??

TALLULAH- HIJA YOU FUCK- why is he not saying whose tallulah’s parent is- BRO SHE AINT YOUR DAUGHTER- YOU TRIED TO KILL HER DAY ONE OF HER LIFE!!!

“a better father than you” well about that tilín- roier’s probably currently hitting his new kid or something

aww q’s excitement to see a picture of tilin and him together

WILBURRR- bruh not this bullshit of him maybe being tilín’s other father- BRUH YOU JUST WANTED IT TO BE WILBUR Q!!

oh etoiles!!

Q EITHER JUST SHAT ON WILBUR OR ETOILES- probably will- bro at least his kid is alive so ya know- he may be absent but hey at least she lives sooo

ayo is that a chest of tnt- AYO WHY DID TILIN JUST KILL Q DOR WHAT RICHAS SAID??

oh now they’re fighting- they want q to stay out of their fight- but richas is being weirdly mean towards tilin- hey wait what- WHAT?? HE LITERALLY WASNT LIKE THAT 5 MINUTES AGO???

that heart monitor should be going way faster truth be told

damn richas is so fuckin jealous for some reason

q is realizing how much he fucked up

oh richas statue is back.

IF I HEAR A CHEST OPEN ITS ALL FUCKED

ya know i did hear tilin was a big fan of fighting eggs

DAMN. “have you achieved something in life?”

IS RICHAS DEAD? ILL COMMIT ARSON.

IS RICHAS DEAD?? coma defo. OK SO NEITHER OF THEM DEAD. just tilin.

RICHAS CHILL FOR FIVE SECONDS WE’RE TRYING TO FIND OUT IF YOUR DEAD.

and we’re going full tnt. RICHAS IS NOT DEAD!! HES IN A COMA!! unfortunate, BUT HES NOT DEAD!!

awwww richas. richas said q made him really happy and asked if q was happy with life. q said no.

BOMBS AWAY TIME!! THERE GOES THE LABYRINTH OF MEMORIES! (bot yet) he just wants to keep the memory maze. to say goodbye.

he really wants to keep the memories- damn. “why do you think your life has value?” (tilin) FUCK. FUCK. “my life never had value, neither did my memories.” (q) AAAAAAAA “they meant a lot to me dad. but they were in the past.” (richas)

THERE IT ALL GOES!!

(oops looks like lore spoiled into the main game)

water. it’s always FUCKIN WATER.

oh he’s leaving tilin? telling them not to wait for him, not to come for him.

oh okay lore over? but he didn’t die? welp lore over.

[helen-renee]

New to the blog and loving all of your art!! I’ve been on a comic/superhero kick lately and saw your amazing neopoltian trio hybrid super Au art from way back— do you still have your notes on it?? I would love to know more!

Oh wow, I haven't thought about that AU in a While! I definitely still have some of my notes, but most of them are in my head so all the physical notes are backstory and the first few planned chapters of the fic I was writing 😅

I put so much thought into the worldbuilding and plot of that au, maybe I should revisit it at some point...

Anyways, I'll just copy-paste all my notes below the line for you for now! If you have questions I'll happily answer, whether it's about the characters or the plot or the worldbuilding, I have it all in my head!

Setting: 

Basic world lore is that the nether and end realms merged with the overworld(less the end, more the nether) and people started being born with ‘mob’ attributes. It’s semi post apocalyptic, the cities are surrounded by walls attack on titan style and outside the walls are the mobs. The further out you get the more dangerous they are. There are multiple cities and they’re all fairly modern. There are heroes and villains, don’t know how they started yet.

Prologue: Memories of a lost homeland, hope of a promised land.

When the Nether and End spilled into the overworld, so did many other things. Mobs, magic, wildlife, plants. And among those beings was a Virus. Created by the magic of the End and the Nether colliding was a Virus to the world. It started as a sprout in the center of the wastelands, but it grew, attaching itself to travelers and animals, looking for the best host.  

ACT 1: The pact of our Youth

Tommy was kidnapped by an illegal organization when he was three, he’s (thought to be)an avian hybrid. He’s roomed with Dream(063.D), who’s around ten at that point, and after Dream gets attached he’s used as collateral so Dream cooperates with the organization’s plans.

Dream is given the resources to teach Tommy as rewards for achievements in training, and since Dream wasn’t always in the organization’s ‘care’ he taught Tommy about the outside world. Dream learned not to go against the organization years before Tommy showed up, so he taught Tommy to be neutral to the scientists. 

Dream and Tommy didn’t use names when others could hear, at first it was a way for Dream to try to keep himself distant from Tommy but later it became a habit. Tommy often just called him ‘Green’ around the scientists because he’d compared his eyes to the color when Tommy had been learning, while Tommy was just ‘Star’ because he’d loved stories of the stars. They only called each other by name when they knew they were alone.

Dream is basically Tommy’s only positive attachment until he’s eight, when Dream is sent to work his way up the ranks of the heroes. (Dream is 15 at this point).

Dream leaves willingly, only because the organization promised he and Tommy would be free the moment they get what they want.

Tommy is then roomed with Wilbur and Technoblade, twelve year old Piglin hybrid twins who were recently brought in. Techno has the more obvious Piglin traits, he’s physically stronger, has tusks, and has bright pink hair, while Wilbur is only slightly above average strength wise, has burgundy hair, and is more aggressive to ‘outsiders’. 

Tommy is initially wary of the twins, especially since his first interaction with them was Wilbur and Techno trying to attack the scientists as they were brought back to their room, but he slowly becomes curious about why they kept fighting. Eventually, after Wilbur is taken for testing, Tommy asks why they keep fighting. Techno tells him that they don’t belong there. When Tommy asks where they do belong, Techno says ‘Anywhere, as long as we’re together and free.’

There are a few time skips with flashes of Tommy, Techno and Wilbur bonding, Tommy never tells them his real names so Techno names him Theseus, Wilbur and Tommy coming up with stories about creating a nation(called ‘Vienna’, since Wilbur vaguely remembers the name from records of the world before.), Wilbur and Techno noticing that Tommy’s wings are growing gold feathers.

When Tommy is ten and Wilbur and Techno are fourteen, they make plans to escape and, eventually, they do. 

ACT 2: hurt and grieve (but don’t suffer alone)

They’re on the streets for two weeks before Wilbur is injured and uses himself as a distraction for Tommy and Techno to escape. A few weeks after that Techno does the same, leaving Tommy alone.

Tommy is by himself for the next few months, until he meets Tubbo, a normal, if neglected, Ram hybrid kid his age. Tubbo hides Tommy in his room during the nights and they play at the park during the days until Tubbo’s parents find Tommy in Tubbos room. They decide to call the police the next day. However Tubbo decides that he’d rather be on the streets with Tommy then at home, alone without him and they run away together that night. 

They’re both twelve by the time they’re able to afford a tiny, very much illegal, apartment. Tubbo had made some (somewhat accidental) connections with a trio of Vigilantes during their time on the streets (It’s Aimsey, Billzo, and Freddie because I couldn’t help it) by helping an injured Aimsey. Once Tommy realizes Vigilantes actually exist he starts planning to become one and take down the organization. 

While all of this has been happening:

Wilbur and Techno were back with the organization, separated and under higher security. They knew the other was there but not how they were. After months of this there was a Hero Raid.

Techno was found by Philza, the no.1 hero, and he refused to go with them, fighting to find Wilbur. Philza went after him and eventually found Techno hugging Wilbur in a training room. Wilbur refused to let Philza near them until Techno convinced him to relax. 

Techno and Wilbur didn’t trust anyone except Philza, and tried to run away from police custody multiple times to find Tommy. It wasn’t until Philza visited again and promised to look for Tommy that they calmed down. Philza got custody of them and they insisted on joining the Hero training program. 

When Philza goes to tell the other heroes to keep an eye out for Tommy he’s pulled aside by Dream, a up-and-coming Hero who’s rising through the ranks rapidly. Dream tells him that the Hero commission is corrupt and that telling them would put Tommy in danger, insisting that he knows Tommy’s safe. 

Back with Tommy:

They end up hacking into police records and find notes of a hero raid on an unknown illegal experimentation operation. They obviously decide to join in. In the chaos Tommy finds Ranboo hiding in a room deep in the building, away from the Heros and Scientists. Ranboo insists that he can’t be found by the Heros and, after Tubbo meets up with them, Tommy agrees to bring him with them and they escape the (now burning) building. 

Wilbur was one of the heroes helping evacuate the area and he sees Tommy leaving with Ranboo and Tubbo, he recognises Tommy’s hair and Tommy’s wings look gold because of the fire. He calls for Theseus and Tommy turns back to look at him before disappearing in the crowds.

ACT 3: 

Years later, Tommy and Tubbo are 16, Ranboo is 17, they’re all vigilantes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33003292

(That's all the notes I have specifically written out for plot for now, but I wrote a few chapters of a fic for this AU before I got too busy to write. I linked it there.)

Ages throughout the story:

Tommy: 3-8 when he’s with Dream, 8-10 with Wil and Techno, 10-12 on the streets and with Tubbo, 12-16 with Ranboo and Tubbo 

Dream: 10-15 when he’s taking care of Tommy and being trained, 15-19 training as a hero to talking to Philza, 19-23 fully fledged hero

Wilbur and Techno: 12-14 with Tommy, 14-16 being saved to starting basic hero training, 16-20 looking for Tommy and becoming fully fledged heroes. 

Philza: Old (/j, probably around 28 when he meets Wil and Techno

Powers/Hybrid traits:

Tommy:

Thought to be an Avian (a hybrid with permanent bird-like traits) but later realizes that he can hide his Hybrid attributes, making him Elytrian. 

I haven’t actually decided his power yet haha

Techno:

A Piglin Hybrid, has enhanced physical strength, tusks, and pink hair. 

His power is to manipulate Gold, shaping it into whatever he needs. He discovered it when he was on the run with Tommy, stealing a gold ring as a last-minute weapon. Once he becomes a hero he wears multiple pieces of gold jewelry and his trident is made of solid gold.

Wilbur:

A Piglin Hybrid, has slightly enhanced strength, burgundy hair, and is more aggressive and possessive than the average person.

His power is sound manipulation, using high frequencies to disorientate people and corrupt enemy frequencies. (I was thinking of giving it a physical effect as well but idk what)

Philza:

An Elytrian Hybrid, has the typical Avian attributes but is able to ‘de-summon’ them at will.

I had way more stuff for worldbuilding but I got a new phone and the transfer deleted the app it was written in 😔

I do, however, have playlists for all the characters where the songs follow their full personal plot in the story. Granted, y'all wouldn't understand most of it, since you don't know the plot, but still, they exist😅

[basaltdelta]

NETHER BIOLOGY i love nether biology... would you like to see my nether headcanons doc by chance, the first few points in it are about climate n stuff i looooove speculative biology stuff. if you have your own stuff related to the environment i would love to hear it 👀

ID FUCKING LOVE THAT !!! I have my own nether doc too we can trade docs in the alley. I've mostly focused on magic systems and like- How Piglins Use the environment. Im Slowly Building It Up and im getting to a place I really like as I make like, in-world characters that are also archeologists researching stuff, so I can establish what We OOC know and what people in the world actually know.

Bc my worldbuilding takes place a few centuries after a war happened that left the Pretty Developed Civilizations of the Nether scattered and relegated to rebuilding villages. So its like. The ReDomestication of the Nether by it's residents in a way. Like the Crimson Nether Grass had been farmed into a version of overworld wheat, but since Shit Went Down, it escaped and is now a common thing to find everywhere outside of the nether- STRIDERS TOO theyre all semi-domesticated and it Shows. THERES SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT!! IM DEVELOPING A PANTHEON!!! AAAAA!!!

[infinitethree]

Vio!! You forgot to tell me whether or not you want to see the fanart, so I took it as a yes!

I've actually made a second one by now, so I thought I'd throw that in too. Shame you don't like snow, although I personally think it's overrated.

The alien blinks in surprise at the pair of images that pop up in front of him.

Right; Day had mentioned that this was a thing that Observers could do.

“Huh,” he says, head tilting to the side. Before the not-kids can ask what happened, he tells them, “I got…fanart.”

They all perk up, and he huffs and says, “Yes, I’ll let you see it. I think I just need to say that for it to–?”

Before the statement can finish, the other four get the popups as well.

Toma claps his hands in delight. “Grandad fanart!” Instead of correcting him, Vio just heaves a long-suffering sigh. 

So sue him; he has a soft spot for the zombie piglin child.

Aryll snickers, “The cold weather gear is too colorful for him, but otherwise…yeah, pretty much, that’s him alright!” “It’s not my fault I’m not built for snow! Snow wasn’t a fucking issue in the deserts and savannahs where I’m meant to be,” Vio reminds him.

The not-brothers and Toma laugh at that, while Vio rolls his eyes at them. “Yeah, yeah– yuck it up, you menaces.” “Hanging around Day too much, bossman,” Zinn cackles, “who wants to take bets on how long before you start calling us gremlins you love very much?”

The enderman hybrid points at him. “That’s what I said! He’s spending too much time with Day, which is hilarious because he stayed here to avoid him.”

“I don’t have a choice! I have a travel with him and Theo, and they talk a lot!” “Uh-huh,” Toma snorts, “That’s tooootally all it is.”

Aver furrows his brow, and the merriment quiets a little. “...Okay, and? If it’s not malicious, I don’t really fuckin’ care. Lots’ve us have secrets.” As if to prove his point, he gestures over at Vio, who looks wary at being dragged into this.“Monkey’s Paw ‘ere keeps his therapist a secret for…some fuckin’ reason?” 

“Because I feel like it,” Vio answers, sounding slightly affronted, “Let me have my mischief.”

“Yeah, see? S’ fuckin’ weirdchamp, but doesn’t really matter. If whoever’s lying to everyone or whatever isn’t doing it out of malice or to hurt people…then it’s not my fuckin’ business, innit?”

The alien pauses, looking a little concerned. “Someone is lying to everyone?” “Ehh, according to the– what, we’re calling them Observers? One of ‘em said that. But from what I hear, some of ‘em are dicks.”

Zinn narrows his eyes. “You said something about not being able to hear whatever they said, though.” “Mmh. Yeah, fuckin’ redacted to hell n’ back,” Aver sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s not exactly thrilled at being the one who has to decide if it was or wasn’t something important.

“Didn’t Atlas get something with a cut part, a while back?” Aryll’s question makes Aver nod. “Yep. Just a blip, though. This one was pretty much the whole fuckin’ thing. But…”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Pretty much everyone has fuckin’ secrets, yeah? Not my fuckin’ place to drag that shit into the spotlight.”

For all his insistence that it doesn’t really matter, he can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

The goat hybrid hums, fingers drumming on the side table next to him. “...Sure, I’ll take your word on that.”

He pauses. “Wait, what do you mean double check? Do you have a reference about who we are?”

[oh-god-why-god]

Look I see all of your ‘Techno plays violin’ headcanons for the younger children and etc (Tommy, Chayanne, Ranboo and Tubbo) and yes, I love them an unhealthy amount as well but imagine this ok?

Techno sings lullabies. Can he sing? No. It’s not very good singing. He’ll never be as musically gifted with his voice as Wilbur, in fact he isn’t even average with his voice.

But, imagine him singing quiet lullabies that no one else can match. They aren’t very good and you wouldn’t usually listen to them but hearing them feels like home.

The way he sings is unique to him and it’s something that nobody else can ever truly replicate. It’s the type of lullaby that you just barely remember when you’re older and all grown up, if you try to think of the words yourself they slip away and you never remember it. But then when you have kids or you feel like your life can’t possibly get any worse, it’s like you’ve never stopped hearing it.

Until then, you don’t remember the words or even the tune, but you remember the feeling you had when he sings the quiet lullaby just as you’re falling asleep.

His voice is deep and gruff from yelling on the battlefield. His hands that are softly petting blonde curls are rough and are covered in countless scars. He smells of leather from shields and metal.

Tommy doesn’t even know what’s being said. But it’s pleasant. The words are like a warm, old blanket you’d never throw out. The way the quiet gruff voice sang felt like home.

It felt like falling asleep on the couch in front of a warm fireplace on a cold winter night. It felt like the warm cookies that just came from the oven. It felt like warm summer nights out in the fields watching the glow of fire flies.

Tommy fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes. Even Wilbur had to fight to stay awake as he listened. They weren’t at home, they were stuck in a small cave with an even smaller fire between the three of them.

He was soaked and the only thing keeping both him and Tommy even semi-warm was Techno’s giant cloak.

Wilbur tried to listen to the song, tried to figure out what it was about so he could focus on something. But there wasn’t a use, the words could’ve been in Piglin for all he knew.

But it was getting harder the longer he sang. It felt like he was being surrounded by a warm family hug. Even against the cold stone wall he could feel the warm and comfort from home and soon, he also fell asleep.

Techno was humming now, leaning against the cave wall with his sword, eyes closed but ears listening for any sign of an ambush. His brothers had fallen asleep.

That was the difference between Wilbur and Techno. While the two seemed like twins, even looked and acted alike, they weren’t exact replicas.

While Wilbur could excite and devastate anyone with a few notes of his voice, those were new emotions.

But Techno, his voice made you feel at home. It doesn’t matter if you’ve never heard his voice before or you’ve heard it all your life, hearing his lullaby causes memories to stir.

Mostly of home, happy memories of a safe place. For people who grew up with a warrior for a parent, they’ll remember the rough hands of their parents, the rough voice that would tuck them in at night and promise protection.

Yes Techno was the blood gods disciple, killing people in the gods name, but the blood god doesn’t just refer to bloodshed. The blood god also refers to the families made through blood or chosen.

The blood god isn’t just a violent and war hungry god, the blood god is also the rough hands that Pat your head. He’s the quiet but rough lullaby you can barely recall come morning but can’t sleep without. He’s the smell of leather and metal you smell as you’re falling asleep to your parent telling old war stories and promises of protection.

The blood god also referred to families, chosen ones and not, nonetheless the blood god is all of this and the god who Techno serves.

Everyone knows, Techno serves his god diligently in all aspects.

[kozykricket]

okay im gonna make a Post about this actually, instead of just rambling to it about people occasionally. So, ever since we got trial chambers, ive really seen nether fortresses as like, a really neat Parallel to them. not only in having elemental constructs created by spawners, but in... their general structure, being almost liminal in a sense. if you play either on peaceful mode, i say you get a backroomsy vibe. (concrete halls - c418 real) but... this got me thinking. one thing i love with the trial chambers is the theming of the mace. think about it. you get a heavy core as the thing to combine with a breeze rod. its a theming of duality! the breeze and its wind... something as light as air, that jumps into the air with the absolute opposite of heaviness... paired with an extremely heavy... uh, core. whatever a core is :P

anyways, i think its really thematically cool that theres that duality between Light and Heavy. so what if blaze rods could be combined with something in a similar sense of duality? something to work with Fire

We could choose the opposite of heat, sure... that could be interesting. freezeflame areas in games are cool, and soul fire is... in a peculiar space where its both hot and cold. basalt (cooled lava) is found in soul sand valleys... etc. but yknow what i think works far more elegantly, and can be twisted in an interesting way? Fire is destructive and dangerous. So, lets have the duality be... Decay/Destruction (fits the wither effect and also fire) paired with healing or creation creation is complex and odd for a weapon, but maybe necromancy could be an interesting way for someone else to take it. but im going to go into the opposite of destruction being healing ...but instead of just saying "oh its a lifesteal weapon. hit stuff and heal" lets... think about how the duality works with the mace. to best make use of its power of heaviness, you can use wind charges, the power of bounciness so... what if this hypothetical nether fortress weapon empowered itself the more you took damage while holding it? This would make it pair well with fire charges, because being on fire is a good way to make yourself take chip damage... which might be one of the best ways to fuel the weapon. I've thought of calling it a Soul Siphon for now... but anyways, what would it do with enough fuel/charge? I say, that is where the rejuvenation, the healing... comes in. Have it be a staff that fires off orbs of instant health Wanna know what makes that even cooler? It's still a good weapon, because instant health, despite being healing, does damage to undead monsters. so it'd really help fight wither skeletons, or the wither itself even! or you could use it to heal your friends up. just set yourself on fire and now you're healin up your friends. maybe you wouldn't be able to heal yourself with the weapon, or maybe you would. I'm not quite sure yet! Haven't thought out all of the details on it. I think it using 3 blaze rods that rotate like blaze rods on the blaze do... for like, magical-rotational power , would be a cool way for the staff to look. but uh, yeah. theres some ideas i think if i were to redo the nether fort, i'd theme it after like... well, i'd have it simultaneously decayed and somewhat destroyed, while still being in far better shape than bastions, to show their dominance over piglins. I am a piglin defender, the wither skeletons are their oppressors. their eternal oppressors, thanks to the power of necromancy. messed up stuff.

if this inspires you to think up more of your own concepts or expand on these with the themings of like. rejuvenation vs destruction (i mean hey the wither destroys stuff but regenerates its health when its spawning, doesnt it?) then thats p cool. id love to hear them :) im very normal about the potential of wither skeletons and nether fortresses

[hopepetal]

I know this isn't my usual fanfiction but I'm very proud of this! I did consider changing it from Philza and Techno to two of the hermits because that's what I've really been writing for these days, but I wrote it for emduo so I will post it as emduo!

Without further ado: Phil and Techno dance

When the idea had first been mentioned to Emperor Blade, he had scoffed. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, the piglin man had leaned back, wearing a look of contemplation. “I think,” he began, with that low, rumbling voice of his, and one could hear the smirk in his tone as he continued,  “I think that you should talk to Phil about it. Get his opinion.” He had chuckled, shuffling the papers on the desk in front of him. “I’m not the most socially attuned person there is, let alone emperor. Now shoo.” And with that he had dismissed the messenger from the room, sending them scurrying off to find the aforementioned Emperor Minecraft.

When Emperor Minecraft was found, he was perching on the railing of one of the many balconies in the palace. Emperor Blade had insisted on the outcroppings being built, knowing how much Phil loved to perch. Emperor Minecraft had been adamant that he would be absolutely fine without the builders having to go through the trouble, but they ended up being built anyway. They were all clearly well used, and the builders were compensated thoroughly for their troubles, their names etched into history books as well as the thrones of the emperors. When Emperor Minecraft heard of the idea, he flushed a bright pink, his downy feathered ears twitching. “Well, mate, I think that’s a bit much,” he admitted, “I mean, really, we’re just emperors, nothing special, I don’t see why we need a ball in our honor-”

Invitations were sent out the next week.

The ballroom was gorgeous, if Phil did say so himself. High, vaulted ceilings really tied the whole ‘royalty’ look together, and it made him much less anxious than he normally would’ve been in a room with a lower ceiling. Elytrians were flighty creatures, and Philza considered himself to be one of the flightiest. Was that even a word? Probably not, but as Techno always said, all words are fake and people are stupid. Nonetheless, Phil took note of the way those ceilings were designed for future projects. 

Look at you, planning for the future. Wasn’t too long ago when you were a hermit, wandering the lands only for your Lady. Philza shook that thought away with a shake of his head, feeling the weight of his emerald earring sway gently from the movement. His gaze returned to the ballroom, architectural mind picking apart the whole build.

It wasn’t just the ceilings that were so exquisitely designed. No, the whole ballroom had a certain… feel to it. Marbled pillars with silvery blue trimming reached high toward the ceiling, the banners of the Antarctic Empire flying on each one. Blue stained glass glowed softly, casting soft blue light across the hall. Phil hated stained glass only slightly less than clear glass- yes, he has a prejudice against glass for reasons completely unrelated to Techno’s constant reminders of that one time he tried to walk through a glass door- but the sight was enough for even him to rethink his position against the colored panes. 

He swayed gently to the music, the musicians just out of sight but the sound clear nonetheless. The whole room gave him the feel of how the Antarctic must look without all the dangers. Soft, beautiful in its simplicity. The most lavish things in the whole room might’ve been the thrones that he and Techno stood in front of, which Phil really thought were too much. It surprised him, really, how much the people adored him and Techno. 

“That’s just what happens when you treat people right,” Technoblade had pointed out, “most of those rulers who complain about their subjects bein’ ‘hard to handle’ are either taxing the air they breathe or doin’ somethin’ just as bad.”

And well, if that wasn’t food for thought, then Phil didn’t know what was!

Emperors Blade and Minecraft stood next to each other, watching on as the attendees twirled and danced in the intricate manner the both had recently attempted to grasp. Phil looked up at his fellow emperor- and Gods, he was tall, even in his more human form- a nervous laugh bubbling up in his throat. “Well… it’s certainly a ball,” he choked out, and Techno laughed at him.

“A ball indeed, old man,” Techno replied solemnly, “you look like a little shote’s doll.” As if he were one to talk. A golden crown rested upon his long pink hair, which had been intricately braided and weaved with gold. He wore a white suit, trimmed with more gold. Over the suit, he had exchanged his usual red cloak for a light blue one that was a darker shade on the inside. The matching emerald earring hung from his pointed ear, and Philza felt pride swell up in him. 

“I think I look lovely as fuck, mate. Chatters thinks so too.” Phil cooed at the crow that hopped up onto his outstretched arm, scratching its head gently. “Yes you do, yes you do! You think I look lovely, don’t you?” Chatters, in its loving way, pecked Phil on the arm and flew off to perch on the arm of his throne. “...okay, you fuck, I see how it is.”

Technoblade laughed, looking Phil over. A silver circlet embedded with emeralds lay nestled in his sun-touched hair, matching the silver cloak he wore over a light blue suit. His wings were adorned with silver thread and even more emeralds- where were they even finding all these jewels, the mines around the Antarctic Empire weren’t all that good- and he had even exchanged his usual cane for a silver one. “You look lovely,” he said in earnest, laughing when his friend flushed a bright pink. “Weren’t expectin’ that one, were you?”

“Not particularly!” Phil practically squeaked out, “but if it makes you feel better, I think you look quite dashing as well.” And after that little embarrassing lovey-dovey moment, the two emperors took a moment to calm themselves, staring straight ahead. Phil gripped his cane a little more tightly than usual, closing his eyes as he mentally cursed his social ineptitude. “So…” He cleared his throat awkwardly, shuffling back and forth. “Where’s your lady friend, mate?”

Techno immediately looked away, suddenly very interested in one of the hanging banners. “Oh, y’know…” he said vaguely, gesturing at the people dancing in front of them, “around… somewhere…” A sigh, and he dropped his head into his hands. “I forgot,” he admitted with a groan. “Whenever I tried, I couldn’t even go up to a lady… because I realized I don’t actually know any.”

Phil blinked, then started to laugh. “Mate, what? You’re literally an emperor, I’m sure the ladies would be throwing themselves at you if they had the chance.” 

“Oh yeah? Then where’s your date?” Techno quipped, smirking when he saw Phil freeze. “That’s what I thought.” A sigh escaped him as he turned to face forward once more. “Well, we can’t just not dance, Phil. It’s a ball for us. If we don’t dance, then the people are gonna get sad, and when your subjects are sad they don’t do things.” His voice grew jokingly panicked. “Phil, my property value. It’s gonna drop. You gotta help me man, I can’t let my property value go down!”

Phil chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you want me to do, dance with you?” he light-heartedly asked, before seeing the look in Techno’s eyes. Horror dawned on the elytrian man’s face. “Absolutely not. You know I’m not- do you want people to keep thinking we’re husbands? I’m married! And you know She gets jealous.” He flexed the hand that bore Death’s ring, a shining obsidian speckled with purple flecks. “Besides, you know I’m a bad dancer. What if I step on your toes?”

Technoblade snorted. “Oh, the horror. My poor, fragile toes, crushed under your incredible weight. Kill me now, for I cannot be saved.” Ignoring Phil’s distressed protesting, the emperor continued. “I have been fatally wounded by my best friend, my partner in crime, my co-emperor. Lay me down to rest in a bed of flowers and set fire to my coffin.” At Phil’s horrified squawk, he shrugged. “I heard some o’ those Northern folks were into that.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Look, Phil, I don’t care about your horrid dancin’. But this is a ball. For us. I don’t know much about social stuff but it seems like it would be a teensy tiny bit rude to not partake in the festivities.” A grin spread across his face, eyes twinkling with something akin to triumph. “Besides, you know you want to dance with me.”

Phil groaned, leaning forward and resting his head against Techno’s chest. “...yeah,” he mumbled, “yeah, I do.” He pulled away, setting aside his cane carefully before holding a hand out to his friend. “Well? May I have this dance, Emperor Blade?” 

With a laugh, Techno took the offered hand. “Why, I would be honored, Emperor Minecraft.”

The pair stepped down from the raised platform their thrones sat on, and joined the dance. 

They had danced before, the angel and his friend, but the dance of the battlefield was a stark contrast to the dance of the ballroom. Nonetheless, they were intimately familiar with how the other moved- how could they not be, when their souls sang for each other?- and found a rhythm in the music. 

An angel and a warrior dance, and the world falls away. Two stars, binary stars, orbiting around each other, and there are stars all around them whirling and glorious in their own orbits but his gaze is drawn to the star that shines brighter than the rest, the soul that is like his and yet isn’t, the soul guarded by whispers of ancient gods, dead gods- 

“Phil. Philza, you’re zonin’ out on me.” The worried voice of Techno snapped Phil back into reality, and he shook his head. “...was that another god thing?” his friend asked, low voice rumbling deep in his chest with concern. 

Phil laughed shakily. “I think- just saw a bit too much, for a moment.” His eyes met Techno’s. He doesn’t even need to concentrate on the steps now, his body moving naturally to match Techno’s. “I’m alright. Sorry about that, mate.” 

Techno chuffed. “You just thinkin’ about how distinguished I look with all these grey hairs?” he joked, an attempt at lightening the mood. “Should’ve seen the stylist’s faces when they saw my human form. You don’t really get grey hairs as a piglin, but as a human…”

Phil hesitantly reached up to brush his hand against Techno’s hair, frowning slightly. A deep dread settled in his stomach. “You don’t have grey hairs,” he muttered, trying to ignore that yes, his friend absolutely does, “you’re only, what, thirty?” A mortal man will age and die just like any other-

A soft smile. “Phil.” And something about his friend’s tone makes Phil suck in a breath, eyes wide as he waits for the soft words of some deep secret or- “Time is fake.”

“Oh my gods,” Phil whispered, grip on Techno tightening. “You can’t- can’t do that to me!” he begged plaintively, gaze distressed, “I thought you were going to-”

“What I’m going to do,” Technoblade interrupted rather rudely, “is twirl you.” 

“Oh no. Don’t you dare- TechnO-!” An emperor shrieked as he was lifted into the air and spun, his wings instinctively snapping open and thankfully hitting no one as they extended to their full length. “Techno, I swear to the gods!” Once put down, Philza bonks his head against Techno’s chest. “You-” Smack. “-son of a-” Bonk. “-Deathless-!” He stopped when he realized the rumbling he was hearing was laughter, and glared up at his friend in mock fury. “You’re laughing. You could’ve given me a heart attack, and you’re laughing.”

Techno smiled down at Phil, amusement in his gaze. “Your tiara is crooked,” he teased, reaching out to gently fix it nonetheless, once again ignoring Phil’s annoyed protests. “There. All better.” 

“It is absolutely not ‘all better’, and I am going to kick you in the shins!” Phil complained, though his sky blue eyes shone with laughter. “After this next dance,” he added quickly, “for the morale. And the property value. Really, you can’t forget about the property value, Tech’.”

And they’re swept up in the dance once more, dancing and dancing until they’re stumbling out of the ballroom to gaze up at the star studded sky, drunk on the exhilaration of the moment. It’s cold out- in the Arctic, it always is- but Philza drapes a wing around Techno’s shoulder and the air loses its chill. A glance over at his winged friend tells Techno all he needs to know- the man is lost in an inescapable grief for the stars. 

“Hey.” At that, Phil tore his gaze away from the sky and looked towards Techno. “You said brave souls get turned into stars. When I die, do you think I’ll go up there?”

A horrified expression, mixed with immeasurable grief, as Phil reached out and cupped Technoblade’s face in his hands. “For your sake, I pray not.”

[1wn8ure]

Can I get some Enderwalk!Ranboo and Michael fluff?

OUGH them!! I've written angst for them before but never fluff so here goes :D

Vote for beeduo (tubbo and ranboo) and send proof to get a drabble of your choice <3

Michael misses his Boo.

It's been so long since his papa has visited, and while it's lotsa fun hanging out with Bee all day, Bee doesn't tap his fingers against Michael's head, and he doesn't have a tail that's fun to play with.

Bee also doesn't read bedtime stories the same. Michael loves all the funny voices Bee does, but Michael misses the low, quiet way Boo told stories, like every new event was a secret that the two of them were sharing.

Michael had really wanted a quiet bedtime story tonight, but Boo wasn't there. So Michael's up late, having snuck out of his bed after Bee had left the room and grabbed his crayons from his toy chest. He babbles lowly to himself as he doodles, tongue stuck out between his teeth as he tries to get the color of Boo's favorite purple flowers just right-

There's a creaking from the other side of the room, and Michael's ear perks up as he looks over at the trapdoor. He drops the crayons on the ground, diving into his bed before Bee can poke his head through and spot him. Squeezing his eye shut, Michael does his best to lie as still as possible, mouth hanging open as if he was really asleep.

He hears the trapdoor open all the way, and then footsteps cross about halfway across the room. All too late, Michael remembers his drawing supplies left abandoned on his rug, and he wishes as hard as he can that Bee hadn't noticed.

Michael waits for a moment, but the room has gone silent. A few seconds of quiet later, he cracks his eye open slowly, curious. To his surprise, the figure that stands in the center of his room is not, in fact, an upset Bee.

"Boo!" Michael squeals, scrambling out of his bed and launching himself at Boo's legs. He wraps his arms around one of them, clinging on tightly and waiting to be picked up. Boo doesn't reach down, so Michael looks up, tilting his head to the side.

"Up?" Michael asks, the common falling clumsily from his mouth. Boo doesn't respond, simply looking down at him and tilting his head in the same direction. Michael giggles and tries again, this time in his own language.

Boo's ears perk up at the sound of the piglin word, and he bends down to slide his arms around Michael and lift him off the ground. Michael squeals in delight, kicking his feet happily as Boo holds him. He doesn't tuck Michael close to his chest like he usually would, instead holding him out in front of himself with his arms locked.

"☊⊑⟟⌰⎅," Boo says, and Michael's eye widens as he recognizes the strange sounds burbling out of his papa's mouth. The memories are faint and fuzzy, but Michael remembers sitting in a world of red and hearing the adults he was traveling with speak to tall creatures who sparkled with purple dust. Excited, Michael babbles back in piglin, telling Boo all about the drawing he'd been making.

Boo doesn't seem to understand, staring blankly back at Michael with unblinking eyes, so Michael points a hoof at the drawings on the ground. Boo follows his gesture, eyes widening when he spots the scattered papers. Gentle as ever, Boo sets Michael on the rug, crouching down to examine the drawings more closely.

Michael snatches up his current work-in-progress, grabbing the crayons he'd dropped and getting back to work. Through the corner of his eye, he can see Boo watching his hooves with keen interest, his papa leaning forward to look closer. With one last finishing touch, Michael sets down the crayon and holds up his drawing to Boo.

The two of them stand in a meadow, purple puffy flowers dotting the snow around them. A smiling moon shines above them, twinkling stars dotting the night sky. Boo is placing a flower crown on Michael's head, so that now, the two of them match!

His papa takes it with gentle fingers, subtle rumbling emitting from his chest as he examines the paper. Michael wanders closer, leaning into his papa's side as the thrumming purr grows louder. Michael feels his eyes grow heavy, soothed by the soft vibrations that run through Boo's body. His face stretches in a yawn, and only then does Boo look up from Michael's newest masterpiece.

His eyes slipping shut, Michael feels more than sees lanky arms settle around him, tugging him closer. He goes willingly, sinking into the chilly feeling of being in his papa's arms after too long without it. Michael is settled onto a soft surface, and it's not until he hears two heartbeats that he realizes he's curled up on Boo's chest. The rumbling is even louder here, and Michael responds with his own gentle chuffs.

It's not a sound Michael's heard Boo make before, but it's really nice. It's not a bedtime story, but Michael thinks this might be even better. There are no confusing words to figure out, just a soft sound that feels safe and warm and nice.

But it's still quiet. Boo is always quiet. Michael had missed that, when he was away.

The tip of Boo's tail brushes against Michael's back, and he snuggles closer, sighing in contentment.

"Love you," Michael whispers in piglin, too sleepy to employ his common lessons. By the way Boo's happy sounds get stronger, Michael thinks he understands.

Michael falls asleep before he can hear the burbled "⌰⍜⎐⟒," but he knows it all the same.

[Ender translations: "Child", "Love"]

[onyxolay]

Archie meets Kritten part 7: Papa and the paranormal

The next day, Ollie was crying in his room near night time. He couldn’t help but cry cry and cry… Why wouldn’t his daddy love him? And why won’t his daddy just show that he loved him? He sobbed on his bed for hours until he heard a knock on the door to his room…

Archie and Kritten, now a couple, had themselves some fun cooking with each other and gathering resources, etc. Kritten noticed though that Archie was feeling worried, Archie turned from the path they were on and grabbed Krittens hand. “Archie? My love? Are you okay?” “It’s Ollie, something is wrong…”

They get to Ollie’s house and Kritten is shocked and sad at the sight of the breaking down home. They go inside… They can hear sobbing coming from the back of the house where Ollie’s bedroom was. They go in and see Ollie sobbing on his bed, clutching into his stuffed animals for dear life as he cried… “Ollie! Oh Ollie buddy are you okay?” “A-Archie..?!” “Yes buddie of course..! Now what the matter?” Ollie didn’t know how to explain it… he started with the easiest…

“M-my dad..he..why..why doesn’t my daddy love me..?” Archie and Kritten both fell silent for a moment. They weren’t sure how to respond. “Why doesn’t he..? Is daddy ashamed of me..?” “No..no he’s not kiddo he’s just a very bad person…you didn’t deserve all of that stuff that you went though, especially as the hands of your own parents… and as far as I’m concerned, they’re not your parents!” “T-they’re not..?” “No! Hell no! A parent is meant to guild, teach, and love you. Your parents didn’t do that…” Ollie hugged Archie, Archie hugged back comfortingly. Kritten watched not to sure what to do.

Ollie hugged Archie tighter and said: “Thank you papa…” Archie and Kritten both freeze for a second. Archie then gets a huge smile on his face and he now hugs the kid tighter. “Your welcome kiddo…” Kritten couldn’t help but awe at the sight. Archie then took Kritten out of the bedroom and closed the door, speaking to them quietly. “Okay now darling listen, I am gonna need you to go to the market and grab some sushi, milk, and if you can find any rock Candy okay?” “I- okay my love but- why do you want me to go get those?” “Because those are some of Ollie’s favorite foods. Go get them and come back here, please.” “Of course Darling I will be right back!”

As Kritten left the house to go get the stuff, Archie went to go back into Ollie’s bedroom. When he walks inside Ollie now on his bed, laying down snuggled up under the blankets. “Hey Ollie~!” Archie said cheerfully. “Krittens gonna go get you some of your comfort foods! How do ya feel?” “Like shit… can you go grab my book from the living room table..?” “Of course buddy!” Archie then goes into the living room and is about to grab the book when he hears some distant crying from the corner of the living room… Archie looks up to see some woman crying. But right as Archie was gonna approach her she disappeared… Archie just shook it his head and went back to Ollie’s room and handed him the book.

They sat there reading until Kritten came back with the foods and drink. They all ate together as Ollie read and talked with them; soon though the couple had to leave. They said their goodbyes to Ollie and left for home… When they left Ollie went to go take a shower. As the boy was showering he looked to the shower curtains and almost slipped onto the tub floor when he saw the shadow of a woman. She spoke:

“You will be granted great success soon… but you must complete your villainous ways first…”

“The fuck..?” Ollie questions. He is confused. But before he can ask what she meant the last disappeared… Ollie just shook it off and went to bed uneasy, as Ollie slept he sleeps through a window breaking in his house… A familiar piglin brute comes into his room…

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